Paper Balls

Chapter 7

Colby's POV
Everyone gets into their cars to head to wherever Elton goes. "Oh shoot, I forgot my phone. I'll be right back." I say and run inside. I run up the stairs and into my room, grabbing my phone that's been charging since this morning. I exit my room and look across into Sam's room.

I write a note on a piece of paper and crumple it up. It sits there on Sam's desk, waiting to be opened. I fly down the stairs and into my car again.

Sam sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window with no expression. "So, where do you think we are going?" I ask him. He doesn't say anything. "Well, I think that we are going to somewhere haunted. Maybe we could make an ex-" Sam turns and looks at me with threatened eyes.

"You really can't see, can you? And you can't hear either! Haven't you noticed what you did, Colby?! You made a fucking promise.." He stops to catch his breath. I pull over so I can look at him. "You made a fucking promise, and you didn't keep that promise Colby! We are supposed to be best friends and keep promises." Tears start coming down his face.

I sit here feeling guilty. "But clearly, you 'forgot' that you made a promise to me and got drunk anyways. And you fucking slapped Corey, across his face, trying to stop you from fucking drinking. He was trying to help you. But of course, your Colby Brock, and you get drunk at. every. party. you. go. to." He says sniffling and wiping his tears.

Why am I such an ass hole. "Sam... I'm really sorry. I...I got jealous and I did-" He cute me off again. "Oh you got jealous?! Jealous of what Colby?!" He yells. "Jealous if you!" I yell. He looks at me with the dumbest face. "You. Jealous of me?" He raises his eyebrow.

"How can you be jealous of me? I mean, look at me. All I do is get called names." He mumbles the last part. I put my head in my hands. "Well, *sigh* you and Kat. You have some one to love and cherish, while I'm alone. I have nobody to love. And it's been like that for my whole life. I'm fucking 20 years old and never had a boy girl friend." I say.

I take a deep breath. "All of our friends made fun of me for still not having a boy girl friend. And like every time I try to talk or hang out with you alone, Kat is always there and you go on with her. And most nights, I have random panic attacks and anxiety attacks and your the only person I can talk to but whenever I do, your over at Kat's." Tears start coming down my face.