fake boyfriend ↠ sam hurley

eleven

it was friday night, i was laying on the floor in front of my couch, blankets and pillows were scattered across the floor. shey was laying on the couch, sam next to me, chad and andrea laying on a few pillows.

"i did something bad." shey says.

i turn my head to look at her, "what'd you do?" i ask her. she bites her lip, her eyebrows raising upward. "it's bad. i cant say it."

i furrow my eyebrows, "just say it."

"how bad can it be?" andrea asks.

"uh..." she trails. "i had sex with mike." she mutters. andrea and i gasp, as chad and sam grin in acceptance. "nice." chad says.

andrea elbows his chest, "stop."

"well, why is it bad?" sam asks.

she throws her head back, sitting up on the couch. "because, he doesn't like me!"

"do you even like him?" chad asks, and i nod. "do you?"

she nods, "yes."

-

it was about three in the morning, i was scrolling through instagram on my phone and sam was next to me. "you know, we should have sex." he blurts.

"you know, we shouldn't." i say, not even looking up from my phone. he sighs, pulling my phone out of my hand, and making me face him. "why?"

"because, that's gross." i grimace, reaching out for my phone.

"no, it's not."

"yes, it is." i say, shaking my head. i jump onto his body, trying to get my phone, but he shoves it down his pants.

he smirks at me, "now, you can't get it." he shrugs.

i raise an eyebrow, "you think i won't?" i question him. he folds his arms into his chest, shaking his head. his smirk was still evident on his lips. i pull the waistband of his pants upward, reaching my hand in to grab my phone.

this is one thing i regret most in the world. my hand, it didn't touch my phone. i instantly pull out my hand, a yelp escaping my lips as i fall backwards on my bed.

he laughs, "here." he says, putting my phone on my stomach. "sam, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to... touch that." i say, sitting up.

"it's okay, i liked it." he winks. i furrow my eyebrows, shaking my head, "that's disgusting." i shiver.

i lay back down in my spot, putting the blanket on my body. sam wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my closet to him. "so, no sex?" he whispers.

i shake my head, "no, sam."