~ Sam's POV ~
I feel like such a dick . As we walk away, I turn my head and look back at *y/n*. Her eyes are watery and her lip is quivering . I mouth 'sorry' and turn back around . I mean it wasn't my fault that happened .
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"Who's this, Sam?" I hear Parker ask . What do I say? I notice Chandler glaring at me with one of those 'Don't ruin my reputation' looks .
"Huh?" Chandler's stare burning holes into my soul .
"Oh . No one, I've never seen this stranger in my life ." I breathe .
"Yeah,"Chandler adds .
"Later stranger ." He says, biting his lip-ring .
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"Fuck ." It kind of was my fault .
"What?" Gray laughs as he adjusts his thick glasses .
"Nothing ." I mutter as I clenched his jaw .
"You sure?" He asked .
"Yeah ." I lie .
"Pos- Yes Gray, Shut the fuck up, bitch ." I yell as Chandler starts laughing .
"Sounds like someone's on their monthly ." He nudges Gray with his elbow and laughs harder .
~Your POV~
I lay there cuddled into my blue, fuzzy blanket as Sam Smith blasts through my headphones when my phone buzzes .
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Sam: Hey, wanna come over?
Me: No .
Sam: Look, I'm sorry about today, okay?
Me: I bet ..
Sam: Please come over.
Me: I'd rather be hit by a bus .. Twice .
Sam: I just want to talk.
Me: Then talk .
Sam: sgswafh
Me: What?
Sam: fjsjcfen
Me: Stop .
Sam: gkdmclwkqkqpgk
Me: STOP THAT RIGHT NOW .
Sam: [[ inserts address like this so my fanfic readers don't accidentally go to a serial killer's house while searching for Sammeh .]]
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I guess I'm going to Sam's house . I changed into some dark jeans and a pastel-colored crop-top .
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I casually knock on the dark, wooden door that stands in front of me . As the door swings open I see Sam behind it... Shirtless.... Ofcourse . It looks like he's wearing a different color lip-ring too .
"Hey, uh ." He moves out of the doorway, letting me pass through .
His house was huge . HUGE . It had white carpets, tan walls, and high ceilings . It was one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen .
"Uh, like it?" Sam breaths out a laugh as he notices me looking around .
"Yes, it's beautiful ." I look back at him .
"Where's your parent's?" I ask walking around and admiring every inch of the palace-like house .
"Oh, they're out of town ." he says, slightly following me as I explore deeper inside the house .
One room had chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a long dark dinning room table . there were about six chairs on each side .
"Do you any brothers or sisters?" I walk beside the table . He just smirked and shook his head .
We made our way to the living room and sat down on a large, dark brown sofa with a 82 inch flat screen sitting in front of it .
"So, you wanted to talk?" I say look at him .
"....oh, yeah ."Sam hesitates for a second and bits his black lip-ring .
All of a sudden, his lips are on mine and we're having a full-blown make out session . I don't know how it happened! My fingers find their way to his hair as I hear a knock at the front door .
"Sam?" I say between the kiss .
"They'll leave when no one answers ." He mutters as he moves down to my neck . We hear a couple more knocks and then it stops .
"Hey Richie Rich, why didn't you answer your-*y/n*?" A dreadfully familiar voice fills the room .
Fuck .
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