samantha's pov :
adolfo looked at me with his drop dead gorgeous face, waiting for an answer.
i'm happy we just made up. i wasn't afraid of him at all anymore. i don't know but somehow the way that he looks at me makes me go crazy and trust him and fall in love with him deeper and deeper and i just hate it! but i love it. i love the feeling he's giving me. and i wanna feel it for the rest of the day , but i already said i'd hang out with michael. so, that's what i'm gonna do. i wasn't gonna bail on him.
'uhmmm...i'm really happy we made up, but i already telled michael i'd hang out with him, soo...maybe tonight?'
he looked at me with a shocked and confused face. 'you really think i'm gonna let you go to that dickhead while he's still trying to steal you? hell no! you stay right here with me!'his expression now changed to jealous and angry. and i didn't like the way he was talking to me.
'what do you think i am, your pet? you can't tell me what to do! i hang out with whoever i wanna hang out with!'
i saw his fists clenching and his veins become more visible. 'samantha'...he said through clenched teeth. 'you've seen me angry... you don't wanna see it again , do you?'
'are you SERIOUS!? are you seriously threathening me?' 'i wanna hang out with whoever i wanna hang out, and if you have a problem with that you can fuck off!'
he now got seriously angry.he even tried to punch me in the face. good thing i ducked, making him hit the air.
now it was my time to look shocked.' i knew you were agressive, but i didn't think you could ever hurt me. i really taught you cared about me...'
i wanted to walk away, but he stopped me. 'samantha, wait!'
when i turned around , he had put on the same face after he just beat up michael. full of sorrow and regret. i told you it's not me! it's...
'yeah , yeah, it's anger taking over you and you cant help it! screw you! i don't believe that cheap talk of yours anymore and i don't know why i ever did!' and with that, i turned around to walk to michael's tent.
leaving adolfo , now pathetic looking, behind. i couldn't help but feeling sorry for him. even though i know i shouldn't. he doesn't feel sorry for me either. he almost hit me! he doesn't care about me! he's just a heartless person and i don't know why he's out to get me. just to hurt me i guess.
when i got to michael's tent , the first thing i noticed when he opened the "tent door" was that he was shirtless. coincidence? i think not.
'hey.' he said flirty while flashing a wink.
i smirked. 'stop flirting with me, you know i'm with... never mind.'
he came over to me and rubbed me on my back.' maybe you guys just aren't right for each other. 'he sighed really deeply. 'i'm sorry you guys broke up.'
that comment made me roll my eyes, cause i knew for a fact that he wasn't. he was glad we broke up.
he walked back inside, making a gesture of "follow me".
and i did. the tent was just like i remembered from yesterday. it was blue on the outside and green on the inside. on the right there was his bed and in the middle there was a small table. no chairs, no nothing. it was really small.
i went over to the left side of the little table, and sat down on the ground. he joined me on the rigt side. so we sat across eachother. he was looking into my eyes for a few moments, trying to set the moment, but i wasn't into that right now. well...not with him anyways.
