Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 27: Pretending Offends Me

QOC: What's a description of yourself? (My photo is above, the next slide after the song.) (And yes, my hair is annoyingly naturally curly so I always pull it up.) ^

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Sam's POV
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I feel cold, and my hands suddenly become sweaty. Out of instinct, I hop off the small stage and stand next to Kason. His eyes flicker over to where I'm now staring, and his gaze immediately hardens.

Scott doesn't look good, which is the only good thing I have to say about seeing him. He's got a black eye, a very bruised right cheek near his jaw, and a puffy, split bottom lip. My eyes widen slightly when he walks closer to us near a table with his friends. He still hasn't noticed me, or simply has decided to not acknowledge my presence.

When he walks, I take note of the limp he has in his left leg. I also document his wince as he sits down with a painful expression. That has to mean his abdomen is sore, and probably bruised deeply (if his ribs haven't been broken or something).

I'm left shocked by the amount of injuries Scott has seemed to sustain. Whoever that man was, the one with his pregnant wife, knew how to fight. And I'm glad that - out of any house to host a party - it was his home. I wonder if I'll ever see him again (sobered and not drugged) in order to thank him properly.

Scott sits down, and I stay frozen in place. It's only when Kason gives it a gentle squeeze that I realize I'd been clinging to his hand with my own.

When Scott does finally look up from the menu, he pauses his speech and movements in surprise. A slow and chilling smirk spreads along his lips at the sight of me. His stare lingers on me for what seems like forever before sliding over to Kason. His smirk drops, and it's replaced with a deep scowl. I can see slight confusion in his features when he notices Emily though.

After an angrily mutual stare-down with Kason, he rolls his eyes and plasters on a sickly sweet grin, waving at Emily. Emily, having seen him glaring earlier (and probably spooked by his battered and broken appearance), hides her face into Kason's shoulder. A disturbing grin takes over Scott's face, and his eyes never leave my little sister's head.

My stomach churns, and the fear I had is instantly replaced with anger. My fists clench as I stalk up to their table. Kason says my name twice, but eventually follows right behind me when he knows I'm not going to stop.

The three guys are in the middle of whatever conversation they're having when I approach the table and slam my hand on it, earning a few shocked glances. I don't waver. I glare directly into Scott's humored and pleased face.

When the people look away, glancing every now and then out of the corners of their eyes, I speak. My tone is laced with complete rage. His friends look like they're awkward and out of place. They're not even giving Scott the typical best friends look that says, "Oh snap, dude. Get bitch slapped." Or you know: whatever.

"Who do you think you are showing up here?" I growl.

He leans back in the booth with his arms crossed, eyes raking my figure up and down. I immediately feel disgusted.

"What do you mean? This is a public place," He says.

I get a sense of déjà vu. When I first met Kassidy, we went to that cafe. Jorjie's. I think that's what it was called. And Scott was there, of course ruining everyone's plans. I was just confused and didn't know Scott. So I just left. I had no idea what Kassidy was feeling, or what her history was with this guy. And now I'm in her exact pair of shoes. Only he didn't get as far with me as he did with Kassidy.