Soooo chapter 17 is here🎉 I swear this is the last angsty one for a while, as in the following ones things will get chipper😁👀💕
As you may have seen, I try to get back to all of your comments. I'm sorry if I blabber too much or act too weepy, but all the gratefulness I show is genuine because every single one of your words truly moves me💚 I'm not used to receiving this kind of comments (or any, for that matter), specially on something I never thought people would actually like, like this book. So, for the hundredth time, THANK YOU ALL, I LOVE YOU💚🥺
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It had been a week since that night Sam had come back home with the girl. Things became awkward once again, as we spoke just when needed and barely saw each other. I had tried talking to him a couple of times, but he had simply brushed me off, ignoring all of my attempts of sorting things out with him and actually riling up if I insisted too badly.
In the end, I gave up, limiting myself to bear with his presence. I was tired of trying to make things better, I was tired of being the only one that cared about the bond we used to have. He didn't spend too much time at home, making it easier for me as anger had started to build inside of me. Not at the fact that he had got mad, and not at the fact that he had found someone else. I was angry because he wouldn't even let me explain.
I found out later that the redhead was named Clarissa. He had apparently met her at Chase's gig after storming off, and had stayed at her place that night. To think I had stayed up till early hours waiting for him. They had hanged out at our apartment twice that week, and I had made sure to leave to Brooke's place before I could witness something I wouldn't want to. She wasn't that bad, she was actually gorgeous, but I found her kind of silly. While Sam was deep, thoughtful and challenging, she was oblivious, childish and one-dimensional, bordering superficial. She was a little bit clingy too, I could tell all of that by just seeing her a couple of times. I knew that deep down it annoyed Sam, but I didn't comment on it. They could do what they wanted; it was no business of mine.
I barely saw Chase after that night at his apartment. Even though we had ended everything on good terms and we agreed on being friends, I didn't want to push it so soon. We had coffee at the store once after my shift had been over, but apart from running into him here and there, there wasn't much to it. We had texted a bit though, as he still checked on me and how I was doing. It was nice knowing he was still there, especially as I was feeling lonelier than ever.
Danny had swung by our apartment as he always did, but with his long-haired friend eager to stay away from me as much as possible, I didn't see much of him either. Brooke was mad at Sam, as she couldn't believe he wouldn't let me explain, just when things were supposed to finally be better.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't really blame him for what he had done. In his head, I had been playing with his feelings, crossing borders with him while I was still involved with Chase. So I couldn't object on him finding some girl; I knew that it wasn't too different from what I had done. Of course, Chase and I had started hooking up after he had wanted to call things off. But I was guilty of carrying on with it while I getting emotionally involved with Sam. I just wished I had ended things with Chase sooner, so that all of this could have never happened. But it was too late to regret, so all I could do was to try to move forward.
The Sunday of the art event Sam had got me tickets for had unluckily arrived. I had originally planned on going with him, and in spite of our fighting, I had still wanted to keep it that way. So, after mustering up the courage, I had decided to break our silent treatment and ask him about it some days before. In the end, it had been him who had gifted me the tickets for Christmas, and I really didn't want to go there with someone else. But he had replied saying he had plans with Clarissa and that he wouldn't come, breaking my heart in pieces.
