"You've never shown any interest in Sam's games before," she said, crossing her arms. "Okay?" I asked, confused. "Is there something going on?" She asked, gesturing to him, then back at me. I scoffed, "What the fuck do you mean, 'something going on'?" I asked, defensive. "You know," she said, her tone softening. I knew I should've never told her. "Don't concern yourself, okay."