First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 46

Sam's POV
I tightened my towel around my waist as I heard yelling down stairs. I strained to hear who it was. Was my mom home early?
Nope, I recognized the voice instantly.

Jasmine?

I could hear her, my heart picking up its pace as I remembered that Sarah was downstairs. She'd came over last night and refused to leave, having gotten a ride from Johnson on his way to Gilinsky's party. I was on my last leg with Sarah and if I'd had forced her to leave, she would have dumped me and then I'd have no hope of ever...
Never mind, let's not get into that right now.
Moving on, I could only imagine what Jasmine probably thought of me. I couldn't fathom how pissed I would be if Jasmine and I had a fight and when I went over to her house, Nash was there with her.
I walked to the top of the stairs so I could get a better idea of what was being said.
But why was anyone yelling?
I adjusted the towel on my waist as I remembered that I was still wet from my shower and it was freezing in my damn hallway.
"Awe, sweetie. You didn't honestly think that Sam would ever go for you, right?" I heard Sarah say.
I clenched my fists at my sides. Who the fuck was she to say shit like that to my Jasmine. I'd go for Jasmine over and over again, even though it didn't seem like it at the moment. I'd rather have Jasmine than Sarah any day, but I had to be with Sarah.
I knew Jasmine would never understand my motives, which is why I would never tell her how I truly felt. If she knew I loved her, than she would ask why I couldn't be with her. When I told her it was because I had to be with Sarah, she'd never understand my reasons and she'd finally know just how selfish I really was.
"Maybe you should just go." Sarah said.
What a bitch, who did she think she was to tell Jasmine to leave my house, it wasn't her place to.
"Just- Just don't tell Sam that I even came." Jasmine stuttered out between sobs.
She was crying.
"I wasn't planning to."
That was it, I held the front of my towel to ensure that it wouldn't fall as I raced down the stairs, but I was too late because the last thing I saw was Jasmine's back as she shut the door behind her. It was too late to go after her, she was hurt, and if I tried to talk to her now she would just get angry at me and push me away.
So I did what I originally planned to, ask Sarah what the fuck was wrong with her.
"What the fuck did you do, huh?" I growled, turning and looking at her as she backed into the kitchen.
She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and folded her arms in front of her chest, "Told her the truth." She grinned, pursing her lips.
"You don't get to treat her like that, never." I stepped towards her, glaring as she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Why not. You're my boyfriend and she's always all over you."
"I don't care. She comes first, do you understand me. Talk to her that way again and we are done." I shouted at her, even though it wasn't true. I had too much riding on this relationship to end it before next fall but I'd be damned if I was gonna have her be a bitch to Jasmine again.
"Ok, ok. Fine." She hissed, turning and grabbing plates from the cabinet.
"And why the fuck are you wearing my shirt?" I asked, walking over to her and examining it. Yup, it was mine.
"I wasn't going to sleep in my normal clothes, baby."
I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat as she purred the pet-name.
How the fuck had she gotten it? I went to bed about an hour after she came over and I'd made her sleep on the couch downstairs. Some might say I was a douche and all that shit about how she was a girl and I was guy so I should be more considerate, but Sarah was so damn manipulative and over the months, any respect I'd had for her had dwindled to nothing. She got on my damn nerves and I only tolerated her in public or around my friends, I couldn't have them getting suspicious.
She must have gotten it from my room while I was sleeping, and the thought of her being around me while I was so vulnerable made me feel sick to my stomach.
"Don't go touching my shit without asking again." I muttered, tightening the towel again.
She set a plate of eggs on the counter, "Eat baby, I made them just for you."
"No thanks, not really hungry. My mom will be home on break soon so let yourself out." I yelled back to her as I walked out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. I really felt bad for being such a dick to her, my moms raised me to have more respect for girls, but it was Sarah. She always brought out the worst in me and I couldn't stand her.
I didn't offer to drive her home so I had no idea how she was going to get there, but I didn't care as long as she left before my mom got home.
My mom hated her, always said how rude she was. I actually thought it was quiet funny cause Sarah had it in her stupid little head that my mom loved her. The truth was that my mom compares everything she does to Jasmine and constantly says how much better Jasmine is than her.
I guess like mother, like son, cause I did the same. Every Time Sarah was over here while my mom was, my mom would bring up little shit about Jasmine like how sweet she was or old shit from when we were kids, and it was obvious that my mom wanted me and Jasmine to be together.
Sarah was just so damn oblivious to it.
I however didn't find it funny, when after Sarah would leave, my mom would batter me with questions about Jasmine and why we weren't together and how she thought we were soulmates and all that shit, which I didn't necessarily believe in, but I did admit once that I loved Jasmine to my mom and ever since then she won't drop it.
I already know how fucked up this all is, so the last thing I need is for my mom to remind me every chance she gets of what I already know.
She told me once when Sarah and I first started dating that I was going to lose Jasmine.
I didn't consider it for a second. Jasmine and I were inseparable. At the time, I thought my mom was smoking something even stronger than I was.

Me lose Jasmine???

I realize now, that I should have listened to her, cause now I could feel it a little more every time I saw her with Nash.
I was becoming less of a a source of happiness in her life, and more of a source of annoyance.
It wasn't long before she'd get rid of me. She was probably liking Nash more and more everyday, while she was slowly beginning to resent me.

To bad I didn't know how to stop it...