"Alright Valeria, I'll talk to you later." I say, smiling. "Bye boo! love you!" she says, and hangs up the call. I close my laptop and put it on the night stand.
Sam hasn't called or texted at all. I'm starting to feel a but worried.
I decide to walk over to his house, and see what he's doing, and why he hasn't answered any of my calls.
*
I get to his front door, and ring the doorbell. "Hi." Some boy says, with a wide grin. "Hello, is Sam here?" I ask. "Yeah he's over here- SAM THERES A HOT CHIC ASKING FOR YOU!" He shouts.
"Bet it's Jessi- oh, my god Marlene." He says wide eyed. The boy at the door is basically eying me down. I roll my eyes, and enter the house.
"What the hell do you think you're doing coming into my house and walking in!" Sam yells.
"Well, I'm your girlfriend for starters, and you haven't answered any of my calls!" I say.
"Well I'm sorry I don't tell you what I'm doing every five minutes. You can go now you see that I'm perfectly fine." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Whatev-oh my god Sam you're smoking weed!" I shout. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE MARLENE! NO ONE CALLED YOU OVER HERE, IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He shouts at me.
"Sam why!" I say. "Didn't you fucking here me! LEAVE BITCH NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE! I don't even know why I asked you to be my girlfriend if you were going to be so bossy." he says.
I'm at the point of crying, but I swallow the lumps down. "Woah Sam, don't talk to her like that! She hasn't done anything to you! Hazel, you should just go.
"Sam is just a but high from this but I'll make sure he calls you once he's sober, to apologize." The boy that opened the door says.
"A BIT high? No. Sam don't even think of calling me later to apologize, because I won't even answer.
"And if you're going to continue to smoke this," I say, gesturing the weed all over the coffee table, "Don't even think of coming back to me." I splat, and leave the house.
"Alright bitch! I was just going to use you anyway!" he shouts from the door, and closes it.
I let a sob come out and I run to my house. Thank god my parents aren't home.
I go to my room and fall to the floor, against the door.
Why is he being like this, and who is Jessica? I ask myself. I stay sitting on the floor, crying, until I fall asleep.
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If I Stay. (Sam Wilkinson fanfic)
Novela JuvenilMy name is Marlene. My friends call me hazel because of my bright hazel eyes. My brown hair is up to my waist. My parents found a job in Los Angeles they will pay them good money, so I have to move from North Carolina, across the country to L.A...
