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Warnings: mild cursing, violence.

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Caleb Chartier

It had been a couple of minutes since Grace had dropped me off at the path and randomly disappeared. I didn't question it. She said something about getting herself a sugar mommy. Honestly, I didn't know but atleast she's doing what she loves.

"Caleb?"

I groaned. Who was it this time? I could swear I heard my name called a million times in a single month. It was almost tiring.

"Yes?" I said, straining my voice and turning around. My eyes knew familiar ones. Sam. I thought. After what happened at the festival, Sam avoided me like the plague. "Oh hi Sam!" I quickly said, putting on a smile. I was genuinely happy to see him. Sam was a good friend, even if he was a bit overprotective.

"Hey." he said, smiling at me. "What're you doing here alone again?" I was guessing by again he meant that time at the party when he found me drunk. So embarrassing. I thought, internally scolding myself. Sam was also actually unusually casual. I thought he wanted to stay away from me.

"I just want to get my mind off.. things." I said, not specifying whatever 'things' was.

"So you're gonna get drunk again?" Sam said. He let out a huff of laughter. "Last time you were drunk you asked if you could touch my hair."

My face went red.

"I— well I was just drunk! Don't make fun of me." I pouted. Sam chuckled and shrugged.

"I'm not making fun of you.. but do you really think my hair's soft?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and glanced at him for a second. Crossing my arms, I gave a reluctant nod. "Don't laugh at me." I quickly added, embarrassed.

Sam gave me a soft smile and I swear I could feel tears brimming at the end of my eyes because of how beautiful it was.

"I won't. It's nice hearing that anyway." he said.

We stared at each other in a moment of comfortable silence. His eyes were beautiful and I wanted to see how he looked without glasses. Maybe he was one of those people that completely change and become even more hotter with them off.

As soon as I realized that we were staring at each other, I cleared my throat. "S-sorry." I apologized. "I'm gonna get a drink."

"Can I come with you? I don't want you to be drunk and alone. So much could happen if you were like that." Sam asked.

I nodded. "Sure, it's nice to have company."

We walked over to the drink table and I filled up two cups. Sam watched as I chugged both of them down and gave me the tilt of his brow.

"If you vomit, don't do on me." he joked.

"I can only hope I won't."

"You better not."

"Why?"

"Are you drunk already?"

I shrugged, "dunno. I don't think so."

I scanned across the room and sighed when I didn't see him. Why did I want to see him anyway? I thought. Stupid brain. Stop tracking me into falling in love with some psychopath that has been stalking me for years.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Nothing." I immediately responded. Fuck I replied too quickly.

"Cmon Caleb, that sigh was so loud and obnoxious I could hear it from a mile away."

"It's nothing.. I'm just thinking about someone." I said before going quiet again.

"Someone?" Sam asked with newly peaked interest.

"Yeah." I muttered.

"Is it Kane?"

I looked at him, shocked. "How did you know?"

Sam's lips tightened and I could see him fighting off a frown. "You're too close to him and you didn't even listen to my warnings." he said. "In fact, I kind of wanted to talk about him with you. Can we go to a more secluded area?"

I gave him an odd look. I felt the alcohol kicking in and my legs getting numb and jelly-like. My thoughts were getting scrambled too. I was thinking, but it was kind of like I wasn't. It's almost like I'm there but stuck in my own head.

Sam didn't wait for my response and dragged me upstairs and into a random bedroom. We weren't allowed upstairs but here we were anyway.

The bedroom was cold and dark. The only thing in there was a bed decorated with blue sheets, bare walls, a desk off to the side and an open closet full of clothes. I could tell this room was a teenagers judging from the pack of cigarettes and condoms residing on the wooden desk. It was so dark that the only light coming in was from the window. A little glean seeped through and all I could see were Sam's soft eyes.

I felt odd.. almost like something bad was going to happen.

"Why're we here?" I asked.

"I wanted to.. confess." Sam said, looking straight at me. Confess?

"Confess what?"

"My feelings."

I remained quiet and waited for him to talk. My words were already coming out slurred so I couldn't trust any words that I said or were going to say.

"I really like you, Caleb. Not in a "dude" way but as in a crush. The first time we met, I immediately liked you. I think we have a different connection than others because you make me feel safe and happy. It's not like anything I've ever felt before and it.. it's weird but comforting." Sam confessed. "I thought you realized that connection too, but as soon as you started hanging out with Kane you began ignoring everyone and me." his tone became harsh and angry.

Suddenly, his hand snaked around my wrist and squeezed. I flinched in response.

Sam's eyes looked wildly into mine. "I warned you about him. Something about Kane and you being together seems off. I don't like the dude. I hate the way you guys are constantly talking with each other." he snarled.

What the fuck was he saying? Sam liked me?

"S-Sam.. can you let go of me so we can talk about this?" I quietly asked.

He only squeezed down on my wrist harder. Sam's body kept moving forward to touch mine.

"Talking with you just doesn't fucking work!" Sam shouted. "Just say it— say you like me back!"

Unwillingly, I let out a cry of pain and whimpered as his nails dug into my wrist. Everything was happening too fast and my brain just couldn't process it. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just me. All I knew is that I needed to get out. I didn't want to deal with another one of Sam's outbursts.

"Stop it!" I screeched, putting my hand over his in order to pry him off. I could see blood seeping from my wrist. He was hurting me. "Stop it hurts!!"

"Just tell me you like me!" Sam yelled. "Tell me you hate Kane and will stay away from him! Tell me Caleb!"

Sam took my hand and forcefully pushed me against a wall. My head was the first to collide with it. A sharp, stinging pain suddenly made everything go silent. I could tell Sam was still yelling but I couldn't hear him.

Just as soon as I thought things could get worse, he leaned into me and smashed his lips against mine.

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Kane lowkey slayed that. Me personally, I love Sam. On the other hand, there will be like a couple more chapters because I'm getting bored and tired of this story! I'm not sure what I could write to add onto the plot.. let me know if you have any ideas!

QUESTION: Do you guys still like Sam?

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