I'm Gonna Make You Miss Me (Sam Hunt)

Chapter 2: Let's work it out

~Leila's POV~

Once I had gotten home from my girl friend, Amanda's house, I texted Sam.

To Sam~ Hey, I didn't mean what I said earlier. It's just I'm super stressed between school and work, and I just was looking forward to see you and get to spend time with you because it's been a while since we've went to dinner just the two of us and actually spent time together. So, can we try and work this crap out?

After I sent the message, heartbreak started to set in. I was a nervous wreck on what he was going to say back. I was praying he would say yes and actually make an attempt to work all of this bull shit out. But another part of me knew what he was going to say. He was going to say no. Of course, the bars, gigs, one night stands, and everything else was way more important than an independent girl, going to school full time, and working, that's down for you. What they say is right, I guess. Boys never grow up.

~Sam's POV~

Screw this... I know how to solve all of this. Once I had made my mind on what to do, I decided I'd do what I do best. Go to the bar and waste more money on drowning my sorrows in beer, vodka, liquor, anything I could get my hands on. It was the only thing I even had a want to do at the time. I definitely didn't want to talk to my now ex, Leila. Fuck her and her always working and going to school self. That girl never knew how to have any fun, anyways. The only reason she was even in the bar the same night I was, is because of her friend Amanda. Amanda would have totally been the better choice. Better looking plus she knew how to party and have fun. But I was drunk off my ass and didn't know what I was thinking.

As soon as I pulled up to the bar, my phone went off. It was Leila wanting to work stuff out. No, don't cave.
I texted her back a simple "no". I wasn't in the mood to deal with her crap. All I wanted to do was go get wasted.

~Leila's POV~

When I saw the text from Sam, I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't shatter into a million bits and pieces.

Just to think, the guy I've spent the past year and a half with, that I thought was different from each and every other guy out there, turned out to be a total douche.

I have got to get him back, someway, some how.

It was already late, so I decided to just get ready for bed and sleep all the stress off for tonight.

~The next morning~

I woke up the next morning, and had a repeat of the past week. Morning sickness.

I really don't know what's causing it. I haven't ate anything that I noramlly wouldn't and I havent changed anything about my routine. Then it hit me... Like a ton of bricks.
A/N: Ooh! What do you think is wrong with her? Comment! Be sure to vote, too.