IDIOSYNCRASY // Soccer

Ch. 35

"You have to do it, Char." I mutter.

Since I couldn't physically be there with Sam, I decided to take the only route, Skype. The previous calls were tremendous, and ended in me crying or whatnot. I hover my mouse over the call button. I slam on the button because I knew I wouldn't call him if I didn't do it now.

The Skype blares out a annoying ringing noise, it was calling Sam. But, he wasn't answering. I sigh and start to move my mouse to the end call button. The application pops and Sam's face startles me, making me jump out of my seat.

"Char, its been a while." Sam says shallowly.

I nod slowly, and try to word my words as best as I could, "Yeah, sorry. Loads of stuff has been happening. After Parker got into that accident, there was this guy who just magically appeared. Long story short, he got replaced being the replacement." I say, as I watch Sam's expression falter into a frown.

I decide to press him further, "Do you... by any chance know him?" I ask.

Sam's head immediately shakes no, and his voice cracks harshly, "Why, why would you ask that?" He asks.

"Nothing, he may have had said a few words here and there." I shrug.

Sam's face hardens, his lips turns downward, his brows furrow into a mean stare. "What did Nathan say!" He demands.

My lips turn up into a smirk, "I never said his name." I say.

And in this moment, Sam knew he fucked up. His expression softens, and he starts to cover up his mistake, "Yes you did. You totally said Nathan, how else would I know Nathan Wild?" Sam blubbers.

"I never said his last name, either." I say, before allowing a bubbly laugh to escape.

"Just tell me what he said, Char." Sam says, rubbing his temples.

"Later, but first you tell me some answers I deserve. Why did you tell Nathan to watch over me?" I ask.

"I was just worried about you." Sam shrugs.

"Bullshit. How do you know about Parker?" I ask.

"Comon, Char. This is really pointless-"

"No Sam! Why the hell do you like me! I love Parker, Sam. Get over it and stuff a sock in your mouth." I burst out.

Sam looked frightened by my burst of energy, "How did you know about that?" He asks. It hurt my soul at the tone of his voice, it spread like wild fire and made my whole body feel it was going to drop to the ground.

"Nathan told me. Why would you like me?" I ask, once again.

"Why would I like you? Is that even a question. You are the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. Not only do you have a nurturing side to you, but you get tough and you fight hard even though there is nothing to be afraid of. You are the best soccer player I have seen, better than Messi, or Ronaldo." He says.

"Sam..." I trail off.

I had no words to express the amount of shock I am in. I never had thought of Sam to like me, even before he had a girlfriend. He had always been someone I thought of that was out of my league.

"I thought you liked me, Charlotte." Sam croaked out. It was like he was purposefully repeatedly stabbing me in the heart. For the ache that my heart felt was unbearable, it was heavy, my thoughts made my heart jumble and made it feel like i wanted to rip my heart out to stop the pain.

"Sam, that was before--"

"Before? Before what, Charlotte. You met someone better than me?" Sam says.

"Sam, you know--"

"No, Charlotte. It's like I dont even know you anymore, who the hell are you and what have you done to my Charlotte?" Sam says.

"For Christs sake, Sam. Will you stop interrupting me for one second!" I cry out of frustration. His continuous interruption made my thought board in my head shake and make everything blurry. I was furious that he kept interrupting me right when I thought I knew I had the right words to say.

We had a long pause, both of us were recollecting our thoughts. The screen that separated us was almost invisible, and it was like we were both sitting on my couch back at my old house in Los Angeles, eating popcorn or whatever food was in the kitchen. He looked down at his feet with an angry expression.

"Sam, things have changed. We just... we just aren't the way we use to be. Now, I have changed as a person. You may not think the same way, but I think this place changed me for the better. And whatever lies you try to feed me wont change that." I say.

Sam slowly looked up from the floor and put on a blank expression. I could imagine him taking the knife out of my heart and then stabbing it into my back as he utters the next words, "I'm sorry, Charlotte. But, I dont think we could ever be friends again. Next time I will ever look at your disgusting face is when I beat you at State Champs." Sam says, and he reaches over to his laptop and ends the call. I saw that in slow motion, and caught a glimpse of his teary expression.

I shake off the image. I let out a cry out frustration and bring my fingers to my hair and rip it out, but as hard as I could muster up the strength to pull, nothing could ever express the immense amount of agony and irritation I feel.

"You cant just say that I am disgusting! Who the actual fuck do you think you are! Well guess what, I dont want to be friends with you, you cant just say you dont want to be friends with me because I never wanted to be your stupid friend in the first place!" I scream at the blank screen.

His face reappeared on the black computer screen. I internally feel fire and rage in my fingertips as I grasp the computer screen and lift it into the air, fuck you! The laptop flies across my room and comes in contact with my wall, it creates a screech before the broken pieces scramble to the floor.

I saunter towards the computer I once used. The memories collected into my head and I press my back against the wall and slowly slide down it. What have I done...

A/N
Sorry for no updates, school has me stressed af. Big thanks to @LidiaSnape20 for helping me realize my mistake. Also, thank you all so much for 11k! I dont really know when the next update will be, so... 😂😂.