Battle of the Bands

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Sam’s P.O.V.

        “Start at the beginning.” He coaxed me. I did not want to talk to him about this.

            “Michael, this just… isn’t something I can discuss easily with you. It’s painful and I don’t know how you’re going to react.”

            “I just need to know how bad I made you hate me.”

 I searched the room crowded full of drunk people and loud noise. I couldn’t find Michael anywhere. He’s the one who wanted me to come to his damn party and so far I’ve had an awful time. I turned the corner to see him standing at the end of a hallway.

“Michael, where have you been?” I asked him.

“Hosting a party baby. It takes a lot of work.” He slurred coming towards me.

“I’ve been looking for you for over an hour, I was coming to say goodbye.”

“You can’t leave yet babe, the party is only just beginning.”

            I stopped; taking a breath in. I couldn’t bear to tell him the rest. I know what it would do too him. It’d crush him.

            “Go on.” He encouraged.

Michael started to walk closer. As he neared the faint smell of acid drifted off his breath, burning my nose. He neared closer and I backed away, pressing my back against the wall. He began to lean in..

“Michael. No. Don’t.” I said turning away. “I.. I have to go.” I walked away from him and down the hall. He started shouting at me and calling mean names. I ran out of his house crying as everyone stared after me. He had humiliated me in front of the whole school. Everyone would be talking about it on Monday.

“And that’s why I’ve never spoken too you since…” I said trying not to cry.

I looked up and he seemed to be keeping tears at bay. He didn’t even try to say anything he just took his arms and wrapped them around me; burying his head into my neck.

“I’m so so so sorry.” He whispered hugging me tighter. “Why didn’t you come talk to me about it sooner? You know I would’ve instantly apologized and begged for your forgiveness.” He gave me a small smile.

“How am I supposed to bring something like that up?” I asked him. “I can’t just say ‘hey Michael you called me rude names the other night and tried to kiss me’”

“You could’ve. I know how I am when I’m wasted. I wish you would’ve, we could’ve fixed it and continued being friends or something”