Remember 2

Chapter 17

That's Hazel just with purple hair, I swear she didn't dye it ok. Calm, people, be calm

Hazel POV

Sam: y won't they leave?

Me: i dont know I mentioned the strip club and Trevor's gone so

Sam: ugh I need to talk to u

Me: ugh I know

Sam: ugh I'm sorry

Me: ugh U r annoying

Lil shit: ugh U r too

Me: ugh u r a lil shit

Lil shit: ugh did u change my contact name again?

Me: ugh I did

Lil shit: ugh u bitch

I looked up from my phone surprised and smacked Sam's arm while Jc laughed accompanied by Ricky who decided to show up.

Me: just ask if they can go!

Annoying asshole: that would be rude

Me: uhh it's our house!

Annoying asshole: oh yea, U do it. Say you're on your period and they'll run like hell.

Me: ...

Soon-to-be Ex: CMON! Please?

Soon-to-be Ex: haze:(

Me: you owe me

I slipped my phone in my pocket and groaned loudly. For some reason, Jc and Ricky thought it was funny and started laughing at me and I glared at them.

"You're laughing at a woman on her period? How dare-" I didn't have to say anything more because as soon as I said the 'p' word, they were running.

"Oh my gosh, I'm using that more often!" I said laughing hard and Sam agreed with me. "Tell me what it is you need to talk about." I smiled at Sam and he sighed sadly.

"I'm depressed." He said flatly and I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I asked and he nodded. "I'm depressed, Hazel."

"W-why? Is it because of me?" I asked nervously and got closer to him. Of course I was concerned, I love him.

"Yes." He said blankly and I looked up at him surprised. My fault? I'm making Sam depressed? "Trevor is too." He added and I sat up.

"Oh," I said knowingly, "Because we were sick in the hospital." I said and he nodded along with me. "Why are you depressed when it's over and we're okay?" I asked and he laughed.

"It could come back. Your cancer, and Trevor could somehow get hurt again! His arm is still in a cast and all this is terrible."

"You're focusing on the negative, I'm here! Trevor is here!" I said looking at him confused. I don't understand what's wrong with him.

"This is just how I feel. Pain. It's that simple, like there's a hole in my chest. It just hurts and I can't get away from it, Hazel. The only way I get away from it is cu-"

"There was no strip club." Trevor barged in interrupting and I rolled my eyes. "That was a way to get you to go home."

"Oh, do you need privacy?" He asked concerned and I looked at Sam whose eyes were concentrated on the carpet.

"No," I said looking back at Trevor smiling trying to get the concerned look off his face, "We just finished talking."