Texting Him (h.s) -1-

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Sam's POV:

It's been exactly three days since the whole Marcel/Harry incident. He's sent me forty three text messages in those three days, all of which I have yet to respond. I wasn't going to be that kind of girl in those books where I forgive immediately after crying and say it was okay, because there was no way that what he had done was okay.

He's apologized countless times, and maybe I am being a little harsh but I can't forget that he had me completely and utterly fooled. He tricked me and took something that wasn't his, it was for someone who cared and loved me, not him who only played games with me. I think that's also why I still haven't forgiven him, he played me so well that we had done the do. And that's something I will never be able to get back, never.

According to Jo, whom I also have yet to forgive considering she knew as well, Marcel and Derek went out to get wasted. They succeeded and she had to go pick their drunk asses, I felt bad for her but I wasn't the one at fault. They all knew it was Marcel pretending to be Harry, yet the didn't say a word to me.

My parents didn't know what was going on, I just sit in my room all day reading or just staring at the wall. I feel so betrayed, I'm angry and hurt. Literally hurt, Toby left big bruises on my stomach and legs from when he jumped on me back at the pool.

Jo has also texted me countless times in the last three days, but I've responded to her at some points. Not long responses, mainly things like: k, sure, ya. I couldn't care less at that point in time of the Friends marathon on channel 108. I hadn't even watched Netflix or any of the movies Ha- Marcel gave me. In fact, I even took down the lights in my room, I've put everything that he gave me in a box which was shoved in the corner of my closet.

Everything except the letter that is. It remains unopened on my desk, my name scrawled in his handwriting in the very middle of the envelope. I've thought about the letter so much, what could be contained inside something so small?

I stand up from my bed and saunter cautiously over to my desk. I perch myself on the desk chair and grab the envelope, still unsure of what I should do with it. It felt slightly heavy in my hands, either there was a rock inside or he had a shit ton of time, paper and ink.

"I graduate in two days, I can wait till then." I mumble, carefully setting it back on the surface.

What if there was an explanation? Or some sort of apology? He could be telling you that he's moving away right after graduation, then what? My subconscious reminds me bitterly.

"I can wait." I say more loudly, even though there was no one around to hear me.

*Graduation Day*

"God, I am so ready for this day to be over." Jessica whines loudly beside me, unfortunately her last name began with a C as well, meaning I was the lucky bastard to spend three hours listening to her unnecessary whining.

"Get in line, everyone!" The homeroom teacher, Mr. George, announces.

I turn around to see how much space I had when my eyes connected with familiar green ones. They weren't hid behind bulky glasses, his hair wasn't gelled up, and a black t shirt was peaking out from his robe. Marcel placed the cap on his head, pressing his curls down to were they brushed his shoulders just the slightest. He sends me a smile, not the kind where his dimples are visible, just a respectable smile. I nod as tears prick my eyes and turn away when Jessica begins to complain about my posture.

"Alright people, just like we practiced." Mr. George reminds us. I thought about reminding him that we've only rehearsed this once, and half the class wasn't even here. But as I passed him, I kept my mouth shut and stepped onto the football field.