trøuble. (s.w.)

twenty-eight.

i look at sam and hes looking down at his phone. should i be surprised?

"okay, come on gilinsk."

he holds my hand and we run up the stairs.

"are you sure youre okay with this?" he asks and i shake my head no.

"i cant do this, jack, lets just talk." i say and he nods.

"so, char, howre things with you and sam?"

i sigh before ranting, "he pays no attention to me, i walked in on him and marie, he spends his life on his phone, and i wouldn't do-"

im cut off by jack's lips, hes kissing my roughly and passionately.

i flip us over so im straddling him as my hands ruffle through his hair and our lips move in a wonderful but slightly off sync.  

i pull back, "jack," "no, no, char, ive been waiting for this for so long, char. i want you, i need you and sam fucking has you. everyone fucking wants you, char, youre so fucking beautiful."

sammys pov:

i look up from my phone and look around the circle we are sitting in. "wheres char?" i ask, worry and curiosity evident in my voice.

nate and johnson look at each other and finally nate says, "sam, uh, char is with gilinksy. johnson dared them to do 7 minutes in heaven."

anger is the only feeling i feel right now. i get up and run to gilinsky's room.

him and char are on his white bed, her straddling him, his hands resting on her ass.

"what the fuck it this?" charlotte jumps off of him and fixes herself.

she looks flustered and upset.

i walk closer to her and grab her hand, "lets go, we are leaving."

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"what the fuck do you think you were doing, charlotte? what were you thinking? i swear youre so dumb sometimes, god!"

"dumb? dumb? oh that's real nice to say, samuel. i think we should take a break."

i sigh, a break? "oh yeah? where do you expect to stay? youre family isn't even here."

she stuffs her clothes and accessories in a suitcase and shakes her head, "i have friends, dumbass." she pushes past me, "text me when you pull your head out of your ass and come to see whats important in your life. goodbye, samuel."