3 is a lucky number? - Sammy & Trevor
Trevor put up a good front or Sammy felt it was a front. But, Sammy didn’t really buy the other man actually wanting Tessa to do what she was doing. Did he say anything? No. It wasn’t worth arguing about right now. He knew, despite any feelings, the man wasn’t changing his mind on that. Still, he just sighed deeply, somewhat voicing his disapproval that way. Something he was sure his friend would pick up on. “What about you though?” he finally asked. “And spare me the whole ‘you don’t deserve anything’ crap. That line of thought is what’s making you all the more miserable.” He just shook his head, none too surprised by Trevors next words. After all, he was waiting for that comment. “Beacuse I don’t agree or believe you?” he questioned. “Yes. I believe you want to make her happy but you’re doing it at you’re own expense. I’m surprised she can’t see that or I guess she doesn’t care as long as she’s getting what she wants. I thought in the back of my mind that Cameron would be the one person that could get to her and make her see it was wrong. I thought her mothering instinct to him would take over and the old Tessa might actually come back out. She’s more self centered than I ever knew she...” He never finished the sentence as Trevor had warned him and made good on that threat and socked him dead in the mouth. The man had than pushed him in the wall, mounted him and started swinging. So much for wrestling, this was street fighting. “Get off me... the truth must hurt. You find out she’s that selfish, entitled, stuck up bitch that everyone said she was but you couldn’t see it for taking up for her and apolpgizing for her.” He didn’t exactly think she was like that. He had loved Tessa and felt she was cool too till all of this but if he could piss Trevor off enough to see how she was doing him, it was worth the lies he said.
