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TWENTY-THREE| Bruises

"Let me go!" Emily angrily snapped; attempting to keep her usual tone and demeanor around Sam but this faltering slightly after his abrupt actions... and statement. 

Her face was flushed as she fought his tight grip, admittedly fearful around his newfound seriousness. She half hoped it was a joke in the sheer fearfulness of the experience... but she also half hoped it wasn't.

Pounding filled her chest as she was roughly tossed against the padded gym wall by the guy and cornered there; his arms trapping her and making escape difficult. 

To be perfectly honest Emily could have very easily escaped. It only takes a strong enough hit in the right place. However, she didn't escape even with this knowledge... because half of her didn't want to.

"You better explain yourself," she hissed as faint heat danced across her face and Sam panted lightly to catch his breath. 

Sam said nothing for a moment and simply continued to stare at her with unrecognizable emotion while steadily breathing. He then blinked before allowing his head to fall and he backed ever so slightly away. He was still close, but he had now made a small gap between the two.

"Sorry," He mumbled, eyes flickering backwards to see if he could spot Jungkook.

Emily's eyes widened in shock for a moment.

"Sorry? That's it? Sorry for what?!"

"Sorry." He repeated, not looking entirely so. 

Emily had had enough at this point and scoffed before trying to push one of his shoulders away. He held steady and refused to move. 

"Sam, stop being dumb and tell me what's going on or let me go!" She spat with a glare, increasingly more confused and hiding this with harsh words.

Her 'friend' of ten years looked back into her eyes after the outburst causing more heat to rise to her face as breathing became harder. 

"Emily, are we friends?"

She initially scoffed at the question, but Sam kept his serious expression causing her to sigh. 

"Yes of course. But we also hate each other... or love to hate each other I suppose. It's always been that way. So stop acting weird and... let's just rejoin (Y/N) and Jungkook."

She once again attempted to escape, but Sam only pushed her back.

"Cut it out!" She angrily exclaimed, "I swear-"

"We can't join them," The now mopey male uttered, "I was trying to peer pressure Jungkook into dancing with (Y/N) and get them alone. So we can't rejoin them."

"Oh..."

Sam was now extremely huffy and bit his lower lip in irritation.

"I sort of thought..."

"You can think?" She interrupted, causing Sam to grimace.

"Not funny."

Emily smirked lightly as the exasperated guy tried to recover what he had been saying before the insult.

"I sort of thought... maybe you'd want to be alone with me? It doesn't happen that often."

Emily felt shock wash over her but tried not to let it sway her normal character.

"I'm fine being alone with you, but only when you're acting normal. Right now? You're acting weird. Really weird."

Sam laughed lightly and shook his head as his shaggy hair moved with the motion.