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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{Sam's POV}
"Actually, I think I'm gonna go back. I need to get some editing done for my video tomorrow..." My voice trailed off as I stood up and walked out of McDonald's.
Quickly, I got in my car, sloppily throwing my wallet wherever it landed. I raced back home, hoping to get some peace and quiet.
Some peace and quiet so that I could think about the events that had just taken place.
Colby and Stephanie...
Stephanie and Colby...
How.
I just could not believe she liked him. He didn't seem like her type.
But... What was her type?
I spent our entire relationship thinking that maybe, just maybe, something would work out between us.
I thought, maybe I'd have a chance someday...
The word someday now danced through my mind, mocking me over and over again.
I didn't know how to feel.
Before I knew it, I was in the parking garage of our apartment. I got out of the car, barely having enough energy to lock it. I ran inside the elevator, pressed the button, and watched as the doors slowly closed.
Entering the apartment, all I wanted to do was sleep. All I wanted was to forget about what happened at lunch and forget about Stephanie.
Also Nutella. I wanted Nutella. Like, a lot of it.
I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I was so confused. Besides the fact that I was hardcore-crushing on Steph, I couldn't believe they had been holding that secret in for so long. I'm their best friend... I thought Colby told me everything.
It was crazy to even think of the fact that for the last 3 months, they were dating. The entire damn time. Not once did I suspect anything.
I just didn't want to face the fact that now I'd never have a chance with her. You see, Colby had always been so much better than me at most things. One of those things was talking to girls. Not that it was a bad thing, I was just shy.
I thought that with Stephanie, things would be different. Towards the end of my senior year of high school, I thought we'd end up together, eventually get married, and start a family.
Of course, things don't always go as planned.
I didn't feel angry at them. I just felt hurt. Knowing this would probably happen, we promised each other that we wouldn't let a girl tear us apart. This felt more like I was being torn apart.Yes, I know. Sam stop exaggerating. Move on.
I plan to. I want her to be happy. I just always had this idea in my mind that it'd be me who would make her happy.
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