I Hate Everything About You ~♥~ Three Days Grace ({Sam's Perspective.})

.Chapter 5.

I rushed out to the living room where Amanda stood.

“WHAT!”

She looked at the ground, kicking at the carpet. “Oh, umm… Nothing?”

“Don’t you lie to me… Older lady!” I hissed.

She released a small giggle.

“This is no time for giggling! What did you mean, “So do you?” As in, he still has competition. For what, exactly?”

“I told you, nothing.” She lied again.

“Lies,” I told her.

She shook her head and ran around the living room.

“Mandy, tell me, now!”

“Noooo! Not on my life, girlie!”

“Fine. You don’t get to borrow my Converse that were signed by Stephenie Meyer anymore.”

“Ugh!! That’s not fair! Sam made me PROMISE!”

“Promise WHAT, exactly? That’s all I want to know, Mandy.”

“Okay, FINE. Sam likes… Ice-cream.” And she ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Mandy!” I shouted over the doorbell. “Come in Sam!”

“It’s not Sam.” Cameron said.

“Oh, hey Cam.” I said, opening the door.

“Cay, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Sure, come on in.”

“Ah… Actually, would you mind coming out here?”

I nodded okay and shut the door behind me.

“Yea?” I asked, looking at him strangely.

“There’s something that… That I’ve kind of been keeping from you.”

“Uhm… I think I know what it is.” I said, recalling the phone call that I had just finished.

“Wait, how did you find out?”

“Sam and Mandy… With a little help from Matt.” I grinned.

“Wait, but no one knows but me… How could they know about Peyton?”

“Uhm, I told you guys after I met you, remember?”

“No, something else about him…”

“Wait, so it’s not that you like me?”

He blushed. “It’s not that I… Don’t… It’s just… About Peyton, not that.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Uhm… You might be kind of mad at me after this, so… Could I get something off my chest first?”

“Go for it.” I said, encouraging him to tell me the secret he would like to tell me.

But it was NOT a secret that he wanted to tell me. Far from it.

He grabbed my back and pushed me into a long kiss.

I tried to shove him and to tell him that’s not what I thought he meant. But he wouldn’t release his hold on me.

“What the heck?” Matt questioned loudly. “GET OFF MAH LADY, PUNK!”

Cam looked across the yard and so did I.

Sam had the most pained expression on his face, and it quickly turned to one of pure anger.

“CAMERON!” He shouted angrily.

Amanda opened the door in time to see Sam walk away.

I swore I saw at least one tear fall down his pale cheek.

({I know that the song may seem a bit dramatic for what happened, but I seriously couldn't find a good song for this chapter. Unless... Straitjacket Feeling would work? Lemme listen to it... No, definitely not. I tried Stab my Back, too, and that doesn't work..})

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