Disclaimer: Not mine xcept for Allie and Chris.
Author's Note: Finally posting up the chapter I love most even thought itz kinda crappy. YAY!! 1 MORE WEEK!! Well, technically 5 days but whatever. THE SEASON PREMIEREZ COMING!!! XD
Sam couldn't believe her eyes. She was hoping she was wrong but this just confirmed it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried not to cry aloud.
Martin and Allie together, stuck in a very passionate lip-lock.
Sam covered her mouth to prevent any sounds from coming out, taking a step back. She must have made a sound because they both turned around to look at her with stunned expressions on their faces.
Martin whipped his head around to see who made that sound. Except it wasn't just any person, it was Sam. Sam, the woman Martin loved, the woman with tears in her beautiful eyes. He made a move towards her but instead, Sam turned around and ran from Martin.
Sam ran back the way she came from. She heard Martin call out to her name again but she didn't stop. She pressed the down button. Luckily there was already an elevator there. Sam ran inside, jabbing the lobby button and praying the doors would close before Martin got to it. She saw Martin round the corner just as the doors were closing. The doors closed just as Martin reached it. The hurt look on his face was the last thing Sam saw before he was blocked from her view.
Sam collapsed on the floor of the elevator. The tears were now running freely down her cheeks. The elevators came to a stop and she ran out of the confined box. People stared at her, surprised to see the tears, hurt and anger mixed on such a beautiful stranger's face. Outside the hotel, Sam hailed a cab. Instead of the usual wait for one, a cab drove up instantly.
"Where to, miss?" the driver asked.
"Anywhere on the Strip." Sam said, wiping the tears away.
"Here you go." He handed her a tissue before driving.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Once again, the Vegas Strip was crowded with tourists. Each hotel was lit up in its own special way. Sam checked her cell phone. It was close to nine. An envelope flashed in the corner of the screen. She has a new voicemail. Knowing it was Martin, Sam didn't check it.
The driver stopped by MGM Grand. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." He drove off leaving Sam alone by the curb.
Sighing, Sam began walking. Now, Sam stood directly under the Eiffel Tower. The memories of her and Martin came rushing back. She stopped any tears from falling as she moved on. She jay-walked across the street, walking around the cars. She walked towards the Bellagio. As she drew closer Sam heard music playing. People were gathered around the giant lake in front of the resort. Sam joined them, wiggling her way to the front so she could see better. All of a sudden a giant fountain of water came bursting from the lake and more followed. Sam leaned on the railing, finally getting to watch the Bellagio water show...even without the man she fell in love with.
Martin watched the Bellagio water show from across the street. He wondered if Sam was watching right now. Smiling sadly, Martin continued walking.
After the how, people began to disperse but Sam stayed behind. She stared at the now calm lake as if looking for answer. Tears were falling again. She had hoped Allie and Chris were wrong about Martin-that she was right. Instead she was wrong.
Now what was Sam going to do?
Sam sighed. She pushed herself away from the railing. Sam continued walking down Las Vegas Blvd. Her cell phone began vibrating inside her purse. Groaning, she pulled it out.
It was Danny.
She bit her lower lip. Should she answer it? Deciding not to, Sam turned it off and put it away.
Martin began pacing in the hotel room. It was almost midnight and Sam wasn't back yet. He had called her cell phone endlessly, even asked Danny to call her. Was she that mad at him?
He ran a hand over his face. It was a stupid idea to kiss Allie good-night but it seemed rude to just leave her after asking her to spend half a day with him.
"Martin, you dumbass. Now you might lose Sam." He grumbled to himself.
No. He wouldn't lose Sam. He couldn't. Martin couldn't live without seeing Sam's beautiful smile or hear her laughter. He walked over to the open balcony doors. The music playing at the bar didn't soothe him. The image of Sam in the elevator with tears brimming in her eyes with a painful expression ran through his mind over and over.
Martin heard a click from behind him. He turned around to see Samantha walk in. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Sam placed her purse on the table and began changing into her pjs, never once looking at him.
He walked towards her. "Sam-"
She took a step backward, away from him. "Don't, Martin. I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay." Martin stopped and nodded.
Sam climbed into bed and Martin stripped down to his boxers before climbing in, too. Instead of snuggling up to him like she normally did, Sam kept to herself. Sighing to himself, Martin took a chance and kissed Sam on the forehead. She didn't even blink. Hurt, Martin reached over to turn off the lights.
"G'nite, Sam." He said.
Instead of an answer, all Martin heard was silence.
Hot, wet tears stung at her eyes. Sam had tried hard not to flinch when Martin kissed her. Sam closed her eyes and hugged the pillow tighter, praying that sleep would come quicker.
When Sam got up the next morning, like the first morning, Martin wasn't in bed. A quick look around the room told her he wasn't even in. Memories of last night came back. Frustrated, Sam grabbed a pillow and covered her face then chucked it across the room. It smelled of Martin.
Sam dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. Just as she stepped out she heard the door open and close. She sighed; she had to face him sooner or later. She tied the robe securely and, waking a deep breath, opened the door.
Martin was setting down two cups of fresh brewed Starbucks on the table. The smell came all the way to Sam, making her drool. He turned around to find Samantha eyeing the Starbucks. He stifled the urge to smile.
He nodded towards the coffee. "One of them is yours."
Sam took a cup, inhaling the smell before carefully taking a sip. "Mmm. Thank you."
Martin hated to bring it up but he had to. "Sam, we need to talk."
Her smile faded instantly and she stiffened. "No, we don't."
"Sam, we need to." He pressed.
She placed the coffee on the table, which was probably a good idea, and turned to face him. She crossed her arms. "Fine. You talk."
"No, it won't work that way. Why won't you talk about it?" Now Martin was getting frustrated.
"You think I don't want to talk about it?" Sam argued. "What do you think is tearing me up?!"
"Then talk about it!" He argued back.
"It? It? Martin, it's not an 'it'! It's you and Allie!"
"There is no 'me and Allie', Sam!" Martin was yelling by now.
At this point Sam exploded. "No 'me and Allie'? Martin! You were kissing her!"
"Sam-" Martin tried to interrupt but Sam cut him off.
"It wasn't even like a friend's type of kiss!" She yelled. There were tears streaking down her pretty face but she didn't seem to notice. "I had tried hard not to believe you were capable of cheating on me. I had tried so hard. But all that hoping and wishing did me no good. I don't even know who you are now!"
Martin sat down in one of the chairs. Before he could think he found himself yelling, "if you're not sure who I am, then why don't you just go back to Jack?!" He instantly regretted saying it.
Sam was silent. Her chest was heaving from breathing really hard. Her face was either full of shock or full of hurt, maybe both, but Martin couldn't tell. They both stared at each other for a really long time.
Finally Martin said, "Sam, I'm so sorry. I didn't' mean it."
"Yeah, you did." She whispered.
Martin came toward her. "No, I didn't."
"Yea, you did." Sam repeated. Fresh tears came to her eyes.
"Sam, just let me explain. Ok?" When Sam didn't say anything, Martin continued. "After you left for you appointment I called Allie to see if she wanted to, you know, catch up on old times. So we hung out and talked a bit. The whole time she was making moves on me but I didn't do anything."
"Except kiss her." Sam accused.
"That was an accident. It was just a good night kiss but-" Martin got up and walked over to Sam. He framed her face with his hands. "It didn't mean anything, Sam. I swear."
Sam had to ask. "Would you cheat on me?"
He looked surprised. He hugged her and Sam wrapped her arms around his waist. "What? Would I cheat on you?"
Sam nodded her head against his shoulder, where she had buried her face.
"Who gave you that idea?"
She sniffled. "Allie and Chris."
"What?" Martin cried
"Allie told me you would cheat on her during high school. Said that was one of the reasons you broke up. Then Chris says you cheated on his girlfriend, Jennifer." She paused, then whispered. "Please tell me you didn't do that, Martin, please."
Now it was Martin's turn to be stunned. Why would Allie say that? He realized that now was probably the best time to explain his past life.
"Martin?" Sam whispered, pleading almost like a little child.
"No. I didn't cheat on anyone, Sam." He said firmly. "It wasn't me. It was Allie."
She looked up into his face.
"It was one of the main reasons we broke up. I guess Allie was never satisfied with our relationship so she often got with other guys. By the end of senior year I decided to break it off with her."
Sam didn't say anything. She hugged Martin even tighter and hid her face against his neck.
"You forgive me, Sam?" Martin asked, praying shell say yes.
She nodded. "Okay. On one condition."
"Yeah?" Anything, Martin thought.
Sam said it so softly he almost missed it. "Please don't hurt me."
Wow, dat was kinda crappy. Welps, got a few chapters left 'til I finished with this story...I hope. i had that song torn by natalie imbruglia stuck in my head while writing this :-/ RR!
