"You're the reason I'm done with being a goonie."
After snapping at the horrible, immature teenage boy - Clarke Devereaux who's always been mean to her, Samantha finally reaches her boiling point and leaves the group of friends she's honoured and ch...
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The metal pipes
"We've been walking forever, how much further do you plan on going?" Andi whined at Mikey, who seemed to be taking us in whatever direction he wanted.
"Yeah, my legs hurt." I moaned out. "And my feet." I protested.
"Ow!" Stef blurted out "Mouth you stepped on my foot, ugh I dropped my glasses. I can't see a thing." She complained, shoving Mouth in the process.
"I found your glasses." Mikey slightly mumbled while handing Stef her glasses back.
"You broke my glasses. You broke my glasses!" She yelled at Mouth while running her hand through her hair stressfully.
"It's not my fault!" Mouth argued back to her. "I can't see a damn thing in this place!" He shouted, gesturing to the very little amount of light.
The further we went into the tunnel the colder it got. My thin cotton t-shirt and overalls didn't provide much heat as I was fucking freezing. I clutched my arms even tighter and continued to drag my feet along the sandy concrete. This adventure was turning out to be less fun than I imagined.
My feet collided into something, due to my lack of looking and I tripped over, my body smacking the floor instantly.
"Ow." I muttered, feeling foolish.
"Shit, you okay?" A voice up ahead called back to me.
I looked up and saw it was Mouth. I just pushed myself up and didn't respond to him and wiped my thighs and knees, dusting the sand off as I could hear Mouth jogging over to me.
"You alright?" He asked me.
I pulled a face at him. "Like you care." I spoke plainly while rolling my eyes before walking past him.
"I'm just trying to be nice, you know? Jeez." He scowled at my reaction.
"Oh, nice, huh?" I turned myself around and glared at him with a scoff. "You being nice? Please don't make me laugh." I chuffed as I crossed my arms.
He shook his head at me, scoffing. "What do you want from me, huh? You say I'm a shitty person, yeah? And the minute I ask if you're okay, all of a sudden I've committed manslaughter." He spat at me, getting closer to me in the process. "I don't understand what you want. Nothings ever good enough for you."
I pulled a face at him, not knowing if he was joking or not. "Are you serious?" I asked him.
"Yeah, Rain. I am." He stared at me, a scowl still painting his face.
"Do you seriously think that asking if I'm okay, is going to make up for the fact that you treat me like shit everyday?" My jaw tightened as my anger only grew. "Do you seriously believe that asking me if I'm okay is going to make me magically forget that you used my own Dad against me?" His face slightly dropped when I said that.
