"Hey, babe!" I said happily through phone.
"Hey." Sam said. This was usually his 'we need to talk' tone.
"What do you need to talk about now?" I asked him.
I was curious about his face expression. "How do you-"
"The way you talk. What's wrong?" I slowly but surely got pretty worried about what he had to say.
"Listen, I-I... This is hard for me to say..."
"Then spare us both some time and get straight the point."
"We need to break-up." Sam quickly said.
I furrowed my brows and bit my lip. "Straight to the point... right?" I heard him say.
Did I do something wrong? Did he cheat on me? How does he even have the balls to break-up through the fucking phone? I never knew Sam was this pathetic.
Without thinking about what would happen, I hung up. I kept clenching my jaw, not knowing what to fucking do.
We were perfectly fine when I was back home? I did nothing wrong... At least, I don't think I did something wrong. I didn't get drunk, I didn't flirt with others... What the hell was wrong with this guy?
But it didn't matter anymore, since we were over.
I decided to go out a litte, since it was New York City after all. I met up with some friends and went out for drinks, no I did not drink, I just caught up a little, trying to get my mind of Sam fucking Wilkinson.
But it didn't work, at all.
I checked my phone and saw Sam had called me 9 times and texted me even more.
"Shannon it was a joke! He didn't mean it holy fuck" Gilinsky texted me.
"Dude, he didn't mean it. It was a dare..." Nate also texted me.
I widened my eyes and harshly swallowed.
Should I? Ah, fuck it.
"Guys, I need to make a quick call. Be right back." They nodded and continued their conversation.
I walked outside, calling Sammy. I was anxious to hear him out.
Three ring- "Hello?"
"Shannon?" I heard Sam say. "Oh my God, finally!" He breathed out. "I'm so so sorry, baby! The boys thought it would be funny to break up with you through the fucking phone! I didn't want to break up with you, I swear to God!
I would never. Especially not through the phone. Who's so fucking heartless to actually break up with someone throug the God damn phone!"
I giggled at how long he had been talking and at how fast he had been talking. "Why are you laughing?" He asked.
"You're cute." I softly said. "It's okay. I might've overreacted."
"No, no baby. You had every right to." I smiled, even though he couldn't see me. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Sam." I assured him. "But don't ever do that again, please." I whined. "Cause that shit is not funny."
"I won't." He chuckled. "I miss you a lot."
"I miss you too. I'll be home soon."
"Be prepared for a shit load of hugs."
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