The morning came before I knew it. I didn't even remember getting home, or who brought me. All I remember was Jc being a jerk and me storming out into the parking lot. Last night was supposed to be great. I was supposed to hang out with my friends and celebrate me coming home. Instead, I left hurt and wanted nothing more than to go back to California.
"You okay?" I was startled by the voice, but when I rolled over I saw it was only Daniel standing in my doorway. "I heard you crying last night, I didn't want to bother you."
"Get out of my room." I groaned, throwing a pillow forcefully at his face.
"Uh, Sam's here." He mumbled before awkwardly thumping the doorway and disappearing.
I grumbled profanities before rolling out of bed. After throwing on some running shorts and a bra underneath my Brandeis shirt, I slowly walked downstairs. For some odd reason my legs were in pain.
"Good morning sunshine." I heard Sam laugh from the couch.
"Why are you here?" I whined.
"I need to talk to you. Just not here." He chimed, swinging his keys between his thumb and index finger. No questions were asked on my part, I just followed him out to his car and climbed in. At this point I didn't even care where we went or what I looked like. "Look about last night," he started. "Jc's just got a few issues he doesn't know how to work out. He gets angry, and there's no off switch. Kian and I found that out the hard way, trust me."
"Everybody has issues Sam, that doesn't justify him being a total ass." I huffed.
"No, it doesn't. You just can't let him get to you Sel."
"Sam, have you ever loved anyone?" I asked without hesitation, slight anger showing.
"I did. She didn't want me though, she went for someone I once considered my best friend." He sighed.
"That's rough, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, I just wanted her happy."
"Is she?"
"Not right now."
"Oh."
"I tried moving on, but I couldn't. And now I have to sit here and watch her hurt. It's like I can't do anything about it either."
"Why don't you help her?"
"I'm trying. It's hard though."
"Why?"
"I still love her."
"So tell her."
"Selena." He nearly hissed.
"What?"
"It's not that easy."
"Sure it is. You just say it."
"I love you."
"Wait what?"
"I. Love. You."
"Sam."
"You told me to do it, so I did. Now you understand."
Silence filled the car as he drove further north. I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them. My mind was racing between thoughts of Sam's words and Jc's actions. Had I really over looked sweet heart Sam and gone for douche bag Jc?
"Do you want to talk to him?" Sam spoke up after what seemed like forever.
"What's there to talk about? He had another girl around him in a minute." I grumbled.
"I'm not telling you to get back with him, just talk to him. Let him tell you about everything."
"I don't have a choice do I?" I sighed as he pulled into the parking lot of an IHOP.
"Nope. I'll be across the street at target, call if you need me." He smiled.
I mumbled even more profanities as I got out of the car. Stupid Sam setting me up and shit. Walking in felt awkward, here I was in pajamas and a tear streaked face. Almost immediately I was led to a booth in the very back corner, where Jc was waiting.
"Hi." He slightly smiled as I sat down.
"Why are we here." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Just thought I'd buy you breakfast, and explain myself a bit." He shrugged. "I ordered already."
As if right on cue, a waitress strolled up with a tray of pancakes, french toast, bacon, and eggs.
"Well, foods here. Start talking." I sighed and began digging in.
"Promise not to talk until I'm done?" I nodded at his request. "Good. Now, I'm sorry for being an ass the passed few days. The girl who was with me last night meant nothing, I left her there without any contact information. Sometimes I get really mad and don't know how to control it, I try, I just can't. So I do stupid things and regret a good majority of those things. Andrea set me off the other day, and knowing you live with some guy set me off last night. I don't have an off switch, and I'm sorry."
"That's it?" I scoffed with a mouthful of pancake.
"Uh yeah." He mumbled.
"So that's it? You're sorry? I don't get to know your big issues?" I angrily sighed.
"I don't think it's important."
"So I'm not important enough to know why you're acting like an asshole."
"I never said you're not important." Anger twanged in his voice.
"But you implied it."
"I'm done."
"You always are." I gave a little laugh before getting up.
If he was done, I was done.
