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Hidden Feelings

Hidden Feelings

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Sam and Jamie have a very interesting and complicated past. Here are a few paragraphs. Jamie has the whole 'sexy beast' thing going for him. I'll admit he has the abs and muscles to go with that handsome face. (And ass I might add.) All of the girls throw themselves at his feet daily. It is sickening what women will do to to just get one of his signature flirty smiles. It is beyond annoying to say the least. I try not to give him the light of day, but he wont have any of that. He is always on my heels trying to get me 'back,' but I want nothing to do with him. Let me clarify a few things. We never dated, kissed, had sex, etc. He used to be my best friend before puberty hit. He was the cute lanky guy that I could trust with everything. Hell, he was like a boyfriend, but without all the complications. Easy to talk to, i could trust him, he was always there for me, and we even flirted a little bit. I hate to admit it, but I was kinda in love with him. We were friends since preschool when i put glue down his pants for pulling my ponytail. Since that day we were inseparable. Our parents became quick friends too. But when we were in eighth grade, he started to change. He changed his whole personality, started working out, dropped the glasses, and more importantly, he dropped me. He started to become the Jamie everyone knows and loves today. He started to push me away and then he humiliated me in front of a lot of his new 'friends' and that was it. I was out, he was popular, and he forgot I existed. But, when I started sophomore year he tried to get me back. He tried to be nice and sweet, and flirt, and all of that crap. All last year he tried, but I brushed him off and then he started to be rude and tried to get me in trouble and all of that shit.
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When Sammy's parents got divorced, she didn't mind at all, because she knew that they weren't meant to be together, and if they weren't happy with each other, then they don't have to stay together for her sake. She lived with her mom, and her dad visited regularly, when he could get away from his work; running a top class private boarding school. Her mom turns on her when her favourite person leaves town, and her life slowly starts losing meaning, and she can't think of anything that makes her happy, except being with her best friend. Then, she goes too... With nothing making her happy in her small town, she makes a life-changing decision, that she thinks will benifit her, and make her life all that she wanted. Or, it could go very wrong and be worse than staying where she is. "Dad, I want to live with you" I told him over the phone, in tears. Nothing new there. "Samantha, you know I'd love you too, but there isn't any school around this area, remember? My school is in the countryside, with nothing within a short driving dinstance" he all but rejected me. "Then can I move schools? Attend your boarding school?" He was silent, then let out a long sigh of defeat. "I'll enroll you now. Pack your things, I'll send a car in the morning for you." That was all I needed to hear, and I was thrilled. Without making noise, I danced around my room and repeatedly thanked him. Later that night, after the usual abuse, I silently packed my things when she was passed out. I hurried in doing it, and stored them at the back of my closet so she couldn't see them when she checked up on me. You're doing it, Sammy. You're finally getting out of here; away from all the bitchy girls, your mom, and old memories with Fletcher. I'm proud of you, girl...

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