One Shots

I Don't Care

Rose

      

        Really sometimes I'm just sick of him. He's annoying, won't stop following me around, and your typical golden boy.

           Sam Maxwell, that every girl would die to have, every dude here wants to be him, and basically he's living the 'it' life. As cliche as it sounds, he's been following me around. The school's bad girl. Hangs out the wrong crowd, does illegal stuff, never goes to class, and simply doesn't give two flying whatevers. 

          He's been on my trail for the past couple of weeks and I'm sick of it. The bell rings signifying that we can the hell out of here- aka this hellhole. The moment I reach to the open the door, he has to open it like a perfect gentleman. How courteous of him. 

         ''Dude, your sweetness is seriously sickening, get over yourself,'' I muttered, turned my back and left. 

           Soon enough I hear footsteps, while the students split in half like the red sea, he grabs my shoulder,''Hey are you mad at me or something?''

          ''No. I'm not mad, in fact I'm furious. You need to quit following me around''.

         ''Why not, I enjoy annoying you,'' he answered. I blew my hair out my face, but he noticed so he pushed that section of hair behind my ear.

        ''Dude this is really and very cliche''. I laughed. I turn to look for my locker, after opening and putting the books, I took my bag and headed outside. I felt him following me, of course. 

          When we exit the campus, to my surprise I see Nathan standing beside his car, he came, Nathan sees me and waves at me. I run over to him, so happy that he finally returned, arms opened, the moment he wrapped his arms around me, he lifted mn in the air, and twirled me around. He caught my mouth in a quick kiss. I smiled as slid me down, smiling that he was finally back. I hear someone cough behind us. Oh god, I forgot Sam was here. I turn to him clenching his jaw and looking angry.

     ''Babe who's this?" Nathan whispered in my ear. I look at him deciding should I or not.

      ''Sam, this is Nathan my boyfriend and Nathan, this is Sam my friend,'' looking at both of them, definitely this has to be one of the most awkward introductions that went down in history.

     ''Hey man, nice to meet you,'' Nathan sticks his hand to shake with Sam, but Sam just looks at Nathan disgustingly. Nathan retreats his hand back and ans stuffs both his hands in his pocket.

   "Babe, c'mon we need to go,'' Nathan drags my hand, I turn my head to look at Sam, disappointingly he was not there. I get in the passenger's seat while Nathan closes the door and turns around to sit in the driver's seat.

  He starts up the car and starts driving. I feel the tension is so thick.

    ''Who is he to you?'' He questions so coldly.

      ''A friend that's all, I swear,'' I answer trying to calm him down. He slams his fist on the strearing wheel.

     ''Do you think I'm an idiot Rose, that I didn't notice the way he was looking at you?'' He yells.

     ''We're only friends, Goddammit Nathan are you doubting me again!'' I yell back.

   
      ''Friends, huh and I'm fucking blind!'' He's yelling.

       I notice that we arrived home, I get out quickly from the car, slamming the door behind me.

       I hear Nathan torn off the car and walks slamming the door. I head towards the kitchen, splashing cold water over my face to calm down. I hear Nathan's footsteps echo through the hallway.

      ''He wants you, and what you're doing is staying friends with him!'' He screams.

      ''He's not going to do anything, we're just friends, I'm fucking twenty four years, Nathan I'm not going to do anything!'' I growl.

        Suddenly I feel a sharp pain hit my left cheek that sends my face flying to the right. I cradle my cheek and look at him shocked. It wasn't the first time he did this, and he promised.

       ''You promised!'' I hiss through my teeth.

       ''Babe wait-''. I cut him off by storming off upstairs to our room to my pack my stuff. I grab the closest duffle bag and start packing. He comes in the room and looks at me.

       ''Baby, please I'm sorry I won't, I really won't do it again, but please don't leave,'' he begs in a hurt voice.

         ''No I'm leaving, I'm sick of you, I need my space!'' I hiss venomous like.

         ''No you're not!'' He yells.

         ''Yes I am!'' I yell back.

          Suddenly I feel him push me into the bedroom wall. I grunt.

          He brings his face close to mine, so close that I'm able to see the gold flecks in his eyes.

           ''You're not leaving me!'' He says through clenched teeth.

           I glare at him, and start to try to escape his hold but he wasn't letting go. His grip started to hurt that it brought tears to my eyes, closing my eyes briefly I call to God for strength. I raise my knee and ram it in his crotch so hard that he fell over. I turn to get my back but he grabs my ankle making me trip. I try to kick him off but he has a solid grip. I grab my duffle bag and hit him in the face with it, he lets my ankle go, giving me time to get up fast and run to the front door. I get out of there and run aimlessly. Finally, after running aimlessly around, i don't know where I am but I saw a familiar door. I go knock and thankfully he doesn't take long to open.

         ''Rose what happened to you, what are doing here?'' He asks, his eyes full of concern.

        ''Sam, can I stay over, I'll tell you every tomorrow I swear, but please?'' I ask, hurting my pride.

        ''Yeah of course come in''. He opens the door wider. Thanking god I was able to escape.

    
        I walk in the house relishing in the warm welcome it offers.

Present

     ''And that is how I ended up with your father, Heather, goodnight sweetie,'' I kiss my daughter's head. I turn to leave the room, and turning off the lights. I start to think about everything. Heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

      I walk out to see Sam had decorated the dining table.

      ''Happy sixth anniversary, love,'' he smiles at me.

       ''I love you so much,'' I run over to hug him, thanking god I have him.