Natalie POV
*flashback*
I cannot believe Im doing this right now, whats wrong with me? I shouldnt have asked Sam to come tonight, Ill ruin everything. I know Sam hates Matt, but I must tell him hes my best friend. Im shrugging on a navy- blue silk slit dress and Im just wondering why? Why am I doing this? Why am I sending him mixed signals?
I dont like him in that way and I never have, Sam thinks he can hide his feelings so well, but I can see through the cracks in his mask. Ive known that hes liked me for over a year and maybe there is a small part of me that relishes in knowing it, but the rest is just pity.
I sigh running my hands through my golden hair, its too late now. If I back out Sam will be even more suspicious and will just keep asking questions until I tell him, hes always gotten on my nerves like that. I take one last glance in my wall-to-ceiling mirror and smirk because to be honest who wouldnt want me?
Sam POV
I feel.to be honest I dont know how I feel. Sad, angry, hurt, jealous, betrayed, nauseous. There is to many things right now that I cant even begin to comprehend. Out of everyone Natalie chooses to like its Matt-I mean Matt, seriously? She could have done so much better, likeme.
Im mot going to wallow in self-pity though, to be honest I just want to hit something, take my anger out on anything-to feel release, to scream until I cant scream no more. Im walking back out through the forest, twigs and branches stinging my face-I couldnt care less, the adrenaline is pumping, I can feel my impulsiveness coursing through my blood wanting to get out-to be reckless. So, I be reckless, I do the most reckless thing I can think of. I get drunk.
*morning after*
My head aches with the pounding of a headache, my stomach feels like a churning see with no reprieve in sight. I feel. dead, or to be more specific undead. My skin itches and my eyes sting, Im going to be sick.
I go to run to the bathroom then I realize this isnt my house, to be honest I have no clue where I am. I look around, eyes searching franticly for something-anything to use, even a vase would be better the vomiting all over the cream- colored carpet. It would save me the humiliation of cleaning it up.
I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I whorl around, regret floods me as my stomach contents swishes, I reach and the girl-whoever she is steps back and points somewhere behind me without saying a word. I nod quickly and rush towards the direction she pointed to.
I rush into the bathroom not even shutting the door behind, I have to say this is the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in the week so far, the first being Natalie confessing that she has a crush on my biggest enemy.
I reach a couple of more time until I can feel the churning fade, until I am breathing heavy over the toilet bowel, saliva dripping from my mouth.
Not wanting to cause further embarrassment towards myself I slip out of the front door, not once looking back.
Natalie POV
*morning after fight with Sam*
I feel terrible-more than terrible, or maybe its self-pity. I just lost my best friend after all-because of me.
I laying in bed looking up at my grey ceiling and for nearly the hundredth time I wonder why? And yet no matter how many times I ask it I still have no answer. I thumb my phone on and look at the lock screen hoping a message from Sam will pop up, none does, and I throw it away in anger.
This is stupid, its Sams fault for over reacting, it doesnt matter if Matts his enemy Im still his friend, he should at least try to be happy. No matter how many times I tell myself this, it doesnt make me feel any better.
I dont want to get up, its the weekend after all, but then I remember something important-school, we have school tomorrow, which means I will have to face Sam. I groan closing my eyes and drft back off into a restless sleep.