You and me
Samantha’s Point of view “You wanted to see me?” I asked him, folding my arms and walking for him to explain to me why on earth he would want to see me. His eyes trail down my body from head to toe. “I wanted to make sure that—“ “You don’t have to worry,” I cut him short, and he growls, walking towards me. “How dare you think you can speak when I am speaking?” He questions, his eyes darkening. I am backing away from him. My heart is breakfast. “I am sorry, I didn’t... I… um...” I stuttered “Get the f**k out!” He order me and I stumbled, making my way as fast as I could out of his room. Why did he call me if he didn’t want to see me? I rush straight out of the room running to my room. ‘You shouldn’t have helped him’ Lexa went on talking about how we should have let him drown back t
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