Paper Balls

Chapter 14

Sam's POV
Me and Colby lay in my bed watching our movie for about 30 minutes before Colby got up to go to the bathroom and I get a phone call. "Ugh." I groan and answer it. "Hello?" I say. "This is your fault Sam!" Brennen says. "What? What's my fault?" I ask sitting up. "You took Colby away from me! He's supposed to be mine, not yours!" He yells.

"Dude, what are you talking about him being. mine!? We aren't dating dude. What the fuck!" I yell back. "Don't play games with me Golbach! I know what you two do behind everyone!" Brennen yells. "Colby's told me so many things about you! He's told me when you guys where younger that he wished he never met you because your so annoying! Whenever you wanted to hang out with him, he'd dread that he had to go get to your house." He says.

"He hates you Sam! Can't you see! Your nothing to him! He doesn't want to be your friend anymore! He was just using you for fame!" Brennen yells. Tears threaten me. I hang up and throw my phone on the ground. I take off Colby's hoodie and throw it on the ground. I pick up my "coat" and put it on.

I grab my shoes and put them on. Colby enters my room again looking at me. "Sam? What are you doing?" He asks. I don't say anything and just push past him. I grab the car keys off the rack and exit the house. Colby keeps yelling my name but I don't respond. I get into the car and drive away from the house.

I drive around town until I find the abandoned building that I saw when we where driving to the house. I park in a parking lot and walk over to the building. "No trespassing signs mean free to the public." I say to my self. I walk inside and start finding my way up to the top. "Stairs or ladder? Stairs."

I walk up the stairs. I get to the top about 10 minutes later. I push open the rusted door open. A gush of wind hits my face, messing up my hair. I put my hood up and sit on a cinderblock. "I fucking knew he didn't want to be friends. I shouldn't of became his friend." I say to my self. I reach into my pocket and pull out my box.

I take one out and light it. I take a puff. "It's bad for me, but it's feels good." I say to myself. I continue to smoke it. When it's down to my finger tips, I throw it off the side trying to hit someone. I hit a bald man walking his dog. I yells from the hot ash, and looks around.

"Ha, fucker." I say smirking. I put my hands in my pockets and look at the city. "I wonder if one day, I could move into the city. Away from everyone that hates me and didn't want to meet me." I say. It starts to get dark so I decided to climb back down and go home.