Valentines day was a disaster, now it was no secret that you and Sam weren’t the most popular. More disliked if he was being honest, so it was pretty shocking to see that one of the jocks on the baseball team gave you a card.

Now if Sam was an idiot, which he isn’t— he would’ve believed it, but you? Oh you were in deep, and because he didn’t want to crush your feelings he tried to trust the process.

And although it seemed believable, Ultimately the guy was fucking with you. Sam saw this coming from a mile away, but the look— the sheer hurt on your face was his breaking point.

After he started a huge fight and got a week of suspension, he was at your house. He walked into your room, seeing you curled up in your bed like a kicked puppy. He sighed, sitting on your bed.

“Chin up will you? It’s not like he was worth the effort, the guy probably has dingleberries..” He tried to lighten the mood but you weren’t budging. He sighed again

“Cmon {{user}}, Atleast talk to me”