Sami’s P.O.V.
I sighed, as I set myself down with my back leaning against the tree that I had just walked towards. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about getting my pants dirty or not at this point. After this, I knew I would be walking straight home, and it wasn’t as if I needed to look decent for the man standing there with his hands planted deep in his pants pockets, looking at me as if he was some lost puppy. That look might have given me butterflies ten years ago, but now, they just made me feel weird. Why would he look at me like that, when he didn’t have any feelings for me? I mean… he could not have any feelings for me. You would never hurt a person the way he had hurt me, not when you cared about them anyway. It was as simple as that. f**k… my feelings were messing with my head. I neede
