The Silent One ✔

Chapter Thirty-Two

"You can go back to hating me" he half smiles.

I blink in confusion "What?" I question as we jump out of the cart.

"The moment's over" Sam shrugs simply as we begin walking through the crowd.

I could never hate Sam. No matter how often I say that I do. Sam was my first love, my best friend. I could never hate him.

To be honest, I think that I'm just aggressive towards him because I'm scared to revisit all those memories. Sam was like nobody that I had ever met. He was one of the few people who actually understood me.

I guess that I just don't want to feel anything again. Well, at least anything from my past. What I've learned is that as soon as you allow yourself to feel, then room is made for yourself to get hurt.

"I don't hate you" I sigh "you just drive me crazy sometimes"

I half smile. Sam and I have banter, that's all it really is. Our history is too significant for me to ever actually hate him.

"You're pretty crazy without me" he smirks.

"Right" I roll my eyes before I see Chris walking in front of us. "Hey I thought you left"

I have a clear shot of his back. Weren't the others looking for him like thirty or so minutes ago?

"Sorry to disappoint you" he snaps.

Well fuck. He's in a shitty mood.

"I just meant Blake and Jenny were looking for you like half an hour ago" I explain.

"I guess they didn't find me" he glares at me.

Yep. He's definitely pissed about something.

"What's your problem man?" Sam furrows his brows.

Sam's aggression is coming out. He has always hated it when people are rude to me. I guess it's just his protective side.

"No problem," Chris says. "I'll see you guys Monday" with that he begins walking away.

He wasn't holding back anger, but he was repressing some sort of emotion.

What's his problem?

"Give me a sec," I tell Sam as catching up to Chris. "what's going on?" I ask him.

"You tell me" he glares at me furiously.

I shoot him a blank look. What has he been smoking?

"What?" I blink.

"You and Sam" he starts "I saw you two on the Ferris wheel"

Really that's it? He saw me and Sam on the Ferris wheel together. What is with these Californian guys? Do they think they own me? News flash Chris, you kissing me a few times does not make me your property.

"You're jealous? Really?" I fold my arms in annoyance.

"He had his arm around you" he firms his voice.

Geez, talk about possessive.

"So?" I cry "God I hate people like you! Who think just because they kiss a girl, it immediately makes her your property!"

"You know what forget it" he throws his hands in the air as walking away.

Oh hell no.

Like hell, I'm gonna let him walk away from me in the middle of an argument.

"We agreed to be friends" I follow him.

"Like how you and Sam are friends?" He stops in his tracks, now facing me.