Be Mine (Sam Pottorff FanFiction)

Small Talk

~Few Hours Later~

We heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered it.

REALLY?

"Hi" she fake smiled and waved.

"Uh, hi. Can I help you?" I said in the nicest way possible.

"Can I talk to Sam?" she asked.

"Sure, and what's your name?" I asked.

"Brittany" she said.

Go figures....

With her pretty blue eyes, pin straight blonde hair, booty shorts that are just not okay, and a white see-through tank top with a pink bra that everyone can see.

(A/N: I don't mean to offend anyone. I'm sorry if I did.😕)

I turn around and looked at Sam.

"Hey Sam, a girl named Brittany wants to talk to you" I said annoyed.

His eyes widened as he stood up.

He walked passed me and with her out the door, he closed it.

*Sam's POV*

"What do you want Britt?" I asked, making it clear that I didn't want to talk to her.

"I want you. I'm better than her." She batted her eyes.

"No, I moved on, you should've made the mistake." I turned away.

"Oh Sammy..." she put a hand on my shoulder.

"No, I hate you. I do; and I regret dating you." I turned back.

"You do?" she faked.

"Oh stop, you're the one that cheated" I snapped.

She pushed me against the wall and we stared at each other for a while. All the memories came back. All the good ones; our relationship was going so well; then that horrible memory that I will never forget.

Kaylee walks out.

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*Kaylee's POV*

I walk outside to see Sam pinned to the wall.

I lost it.

I grabbed Brittany and threw her against the other wall, pulled her hair, punched her, kicked her.

She stood up with bruises on her arms and legs.

(A/N: That is how I would spell 'Renee')

"Kaylee Reynai" Sam said as he pulled me closer towards him and away from her.

"I'm sorry Brittany. I regret doing that. As you can tell, I have anger issues. I'm really sorry" I teared up.

I helped her up and hugged her, gently, and tried not to hurt her anymore.

I pulled away from our hug; she was smiling but had tears running down her face.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked in between sniffles.

"I don't know. You said sorry. No one really ever says sorry to me" she sniffled.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to go get some dinner and talk" I tilted my head and cracked a smile.

"That sounds nice" she giggled.

I turned to look at Sam.

"Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Of course" he smiled.

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I changed into my black light-weighted sweater that said