Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 12 ~ Minus The Itchy Wig

James' P.O.V.

"Why'd you have to do that?" I pushed past him and walked a few steps down the hall.

"Hey, man. What happened to bros before hoes?" He asked from behind me. Just by the way he said it, I could tell he was smiling. I turned around and saw that he was.

"She's not a hoe. The only reason people see her that way is because of you."

"It's not my fault she couldn't take a joke." He shrugged and leaned against the wall.

"You really messed her up Tyler." I tried to make him realize he did wrong.

"You were a part of it just as much as I was." He pointed out.

"Not as much as you." I shook my head. "I apologized for what I did, and I plan on finishing the conversation I was having with her, that you interrupted, later."

"It was years ago. Why can't she let it go?" He asked rubbing his face harshly with his hands.

"You know Marley's her only friend at school and he's always with us. No one else actually talks to her unless they have to. You think it's easy being hated for something that isn't even true?" I began to remember how the past years have gone. Things didn't go well for her, which makes me feel bad about everything.

"When did you turn so soft?" He laughed.

"You do know I was friends with her before you came along." I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall.

"No one told you to listen to me." He shrugged.

Why did I ever listen to him? It's like I don't want to remember anything from that day, but I remember everything. I remember the look on her face when I touched her. How scared she looked when Tyler held that knife behind her back. I would have done something to help her, but I just stood there frozen. Watching all the guys touch her as she cried broke me. I just stood there and watched like a coward. I could have helped her.

"You're still coming right?" He asked after I didn't reply to him. I didn't have anything else to say to him on that subject.

"Sure." I walked ahead of him not wanting to follow him anymore. I'm done following him. Once we're back home, I'm going to make things right.

Jazmin's P.O.V.

"Hi Sam." I grabbed his hand and he helped me up from the floor.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I smiled and acted as if there wasn't eating away at my mind.

"Why were you sitting out here? Jc was about send out a search party." He questioned.

"I-uh.." I don't know how to tell him 'Oh, I don't want to be fake and bother you with my problems, so I planned on staying out here.' in a subtle way. "I was just thinking about things."

I scratched at my wrists that were getting itchy. I knew I should have never done it. Now I'm stuck with the feeling. I know I'll never do it again. It's been a while, but it feels like it was just yesterday. I only did it once. Only once.

Sam reached out, without saying a word, and grabbed my hand. I tried to pull away, but he held his grip. He moved back my bracelets and I saw his facial expression change from concerned to disappointed. I knew he'd see it sooner or later, I just hoped it'd be later. He rubbed his thumb gently over my ugly scars, still not saying a word.

"Sam, I'm so-"

"Shh.." He tried to look me in the eyes, but I looked away. "Why?" His question made me look at him.