Sam's P.O.V
I. am. pissed.
So Zoe got with Jack. I bet they're fucking right now.
How could she do this to Caspar. He may not say it but I know he likes her.
Caspar's being so...'off'. This is not the South African, Blonde devil I left behind
when I moved to L.A.
He's just so out of it. When I talk to him he's just looking right through me.
I could tell he was hurt when she got with Jack at the party.
He left earlier than everyone else and I tried to go after him but he told
me to leave.
I just got in the door to find him lying on his bed, facing the ceiling.
I shut the door quietly and lean against the wall, looking at him.
It's about half three in the morning and I can feel how heavy my eyes are.
Caspar glances at me quickly and then back to the ceiling.
''Caspar. Man, are you ok?''
''I'm fine.'' He replies, a little too quickly.
I uncross my arms and stand up straight, looking directly at this guy I don't know
anymore. ''Oh yeah? And since when do you lie to me, Casp?''
The second I say that, his eyes flick over to mine and hold there.
I raise my eyebrows, expecting a response from him.
After what seems like minutes, he suddenly pushes himself up and sits on
the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
''It's been two days, Sam. Just two.'' He starts, staring at the ground.
''I messed up. I didn't even like her a day ago. I was being stupid, messing with
her head. We made out and would've even gone further if we weren't
interrupted.'' he continues.
I'm glad Caspar's not looking at me because I couldn't hide the shock on my face.
I slowly walk over to the bed and sit beside him as he goes on.
''I never thought about her that way before this trip. I don't know what triggered it all.
It might have been this one day she came and called me in my room and she looked...
really good. I didn't even really know I liked her properly until tonight. I was
just confused because she definitely likes me, Sam.'' He continues while I sit there
and listen, shock increasing.
Suddenly Caspar looks up at the boring, white wall straight ahead and I notice
his eyes darken slightly.
''And then Jack''
I watch as his hands start the fidget a bit.
''Caspar...He had no idea. You can't blame him'' I say, suddenly very aware
of how much Caspar may like Zoe.
The minute I say this, Caspar's eyebrows furrow and his face turns sad as he looks
back to the ground.
He seems to snap out of it fast as he flicks his head up again and claps his hands together.
