“Really? You do?”

I gave him my complete attention. “What? Oh course!” He thought I didn’t?

“Ok.” He looked relieved.

Then he gave me a friendly hug. I hugged him back. It was just like before.

What happened next is just like a scene from a movie, and totally not like Sam.

Just as we let go, she stops right in front of me, and slapped me. Totally hard-core, bitch-slap.

“What the hell?” I yelled. I knew, I was being dramatic, but then again, so was she.

“You deserved it.”

“How, Sam. What did I do.”

“You-”

“No, Sam. Don’t answer. You have nothing to say. I never did anything. It was all you from the beginning. When you pretended to be my friend, or were you really my friend at the beginning? I don’t know, did you plan this in advance, or make it up as you went along?” All the emotion I had bottled up was spilling out.”

“What the hell are you talking about.”

“You never cared about me. Just Jess. And you used me to get to him.”

Wait,” Jess stepped between us, “what?”