Beneath The Mask

130. I Wish I Hadn't Loved Him At The Moment!

I would like to dedicate this week's chapter toDhoori2812 Misnaming_lovee
  
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Sam's POV:

Michael gripped the steering wheel tight as he glared at me. He had been doing so for every few seconds, and it started to annoy me. "Can you just quit looking around, and keep your eyes on the road? I wish to live a little longer."

His glared intensified. "Aren't you going to apologise?"

I frowned. "Apologise? For what?"

He scoffed. "You ask me that? Don't you know it's rude to slap someone on the face when they're trying to be romantic, and that it's much more ruder not to apologise afterwards."

I rolled my eyes, but decided to end his agony anyways. "I am sorry." I leaned against the window. There was a lot going on in my mind, and I didn't have it in me to fight with him at the moment, however tempting it was.

The car screeched to a halt, and I had to hold onto the dashboard to prevent myself from getting hurt. "WHAT THE HELL MICHAEL?! I think I told you I wanted to live."

My breath came out in pants as I tried to compose myself, and that was the only sound that could be heard. I turned around to find Michael staring rather weirdly at me. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

Was I? I shrugged. "I don't know, but I will be."

"OH MY GOD!" He squeaked. "Who the hell are you, and what have you done to my Sam?"

"SHUT UP WILL YOU!" I rolled my eyes.

"GET OUT OF MY CAR!"

The road looked deserted, and the sun hadn't risen yet. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes. I am being very much serious." He got out of the car, and opened my side of the car door.

"Get away from me you scoundrel!" I pushed his hands away as he pulled me out. I pulled his hair, and he screamed. "PSYCHO!"

He let go off of me to correct his damaged hairline. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

"You're the one who is trying to kill me on an empty road!"

"I am not trying to kill you. Can you just get down damn it!"

I raised my eyebrows, and he sighed. "Fine. Can you please get down your majesty?"

"That's more like it!" I grinned, and jumped off the car. He simply smiled, and proceeded to walk forward. What was he doing? I didn't know, but decided to follow him anyways.

"Are you going to tell me one of your sob stories now to make me feel pity for you? It's not going to work. I know everything about you."

He chuckled. "You sure about that?"

I stopped for a second. Did I know that for sure? "Yeah." I nodded, and continued to walk beside him. "We've been buddies since we wore diapers. So I don't think there's anything I don't know about you."

"Really? Then why did I get you down the car now?"

"Because you're a little bit lose on the head?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sam I am being serious. What's going on with you? You're clearly trying to hide something from me."

The image of Brian made way into my mind, and I felt guilty for not telling Michael about it. I should probably tell him, but it wasn't the right time, nor was I the right person to do it. "Sort of."