False Expectations

Chapter One: Break Up

Samantha's POV

The wind blew my hair as I opened the window of my room. Upon observing my surroundings, I was thinking about which direction I should run. I bit my bottom lip in annoyance when I saw our guards at the front door.

“Damn it. He's still there,” I murmured. I went to my huge mirror and fixed my hair. I looked like a mess but still as gorgeous as ever. I winked at myself as I combed it using my fingers.

“Samanta, baby, are you still up?” A knock on the door suddenly alerted me. Oh, mom is here. She’ll scold me if she finds out I’m still awake at this hour. I hurriedly went to my bed, nervously covering myself with my blanket, and pretended that I was already sleeping.

I took a deep breath when I heard the door open. She always did that. I wonder if one of the people in this house knows the word privacy. I calmed down as I could hear her footsteps towards me.

I felt her sit down on the edge of the bed, sighing in relief. She probably thought I went out again. Well, Mom. Later, when you left.  She caresses my hair gently.

“I'm glad you're asleep. I thought you were going out again. Good night, Sam.” Mom kissed me on the forehead before walking out of my room. When I heard the door closed, I slowly opened my eyes, and a smile formed on my lips.

I checked the time, and it was already ten in the evening.  It is time to go. I’m sorry, Mom, you can scold me tomorrow.

“The heck, I should do something.” I kept my lower voice, and then a brilliant idea came to my mind.

I started to get my blankets in my cabinet and tie them all together. I threw it out the window and made sure that no one could see me.

“Let's do this, Sam,” I murmured, trying to encourage myself. I closed my eyes and started to climb down using the blankets I tied.

“Shit! Is this the way I end my life? Why am I doing this for him?” I uttered, looking down. I gulped and was about to go back when I saw the guard walking around, which made me suddenly let go of the rope, and I fell from the bush. I thought I had been discovered, but luckily, he was wearing earphones.

I fixed my hair and carefully went outside the house to call for a taxi. I'll be going to a party tonight. I told Andrew that I wouldn't go, but the truth is, I just wanted to surprise him. I can’t believe I became a puppy shit in love.

I dressed for tonight. I want to show him how Samantha Henderson, 20 years old, would easily attract him.

Andrew Presley has been my boyfriend for almost two years, and we are studying at the same university. He's sweet, charming, and caring, but sometimes there's something off with him. It is because he’s too good to be true. I don’t know. But I don't care anyway. What matters is that I love him, and he loves me.

“We're here, ma'am,” The taxi driver said. I gave him money and a tip. Yes, I’m not stingy. I rolled my eyes and flipped my hair. I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

I walked with confidence while my hands were holding my expensive limited-edition bag. Not to brag, but there are only five of these in the whole world.

“Damn! Is that Sam?” I heard one of my schoolmates say, staring at me while I walked through the sidewalk of the pool. Maybe he was not just used to my beauty. But anyway, everyone finds me attractive.

I grabbed a glass of drinks from the waiter. As the music started, I swayed my body effortlessly, trying to vibe on the music. I really like going to this kind of party, especially when my boyfriend is around.

“Hey, Jana. Have you seen Andrew?” I asked her. She was smiling before, but when she saw me, she started panicking. Like what? My brow furrowed. What’s wrong with her?

“I thought you're not coming?” She asked worriedly. Huh? Like, duh, what’s surprising about coming here unsaid?  I chuckled because of the way she looked at me. She looks like she has seen a ghost.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked her. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter it.

“You're not supposed to be here, Sam,” she said. What? Is she telling me that I'm uninvited? But I always go to this kind of party. It's not like I'm gate-crushing. I just pretended that I couldn't come.

“Don't look at me like that,” I said. I’m clearly offended by the way she’s treating me. I feel like she wanted me to leave now. “Oh well, if you don’t know where he is. I’ll go and look for him by myself,” I said, turning my back on her.

I looked around to see where Andrew might be. A smile formed on my lips when I saw him standing on the counter holding his glass of champagne. There is he, my love.

“Andrew!” I called him. The music was too loud, which made him unable to hear me. I made my way to approach him when I saw a familiar face walking towards him. Tiffany?  She’s my best friend. She's the closest friend I have. She’s like a sister to me.

“Tiffany!” I called out her name, but she was just walking directly in my boyfriend's direction. I also walk towards them with a broad smile on my face.

I stopped when Tiffany suddenly placed her arm on my boyfriend's shoulder like she was intentionally caressing it smoothly. I've never seen her do that in the years that we've been friends.

I was about to approach them when Andrew suddenly stood up. I thought he saw me, but he was looking at Tiffany with a smirk on his face. What the heck is wrong with them?

He encircled his arms on Tiffany's waist and pressed his lips on hers, making my eyes widen. Did they just kiss in front of me? What? I looked at them with disbelief.

They kissed passionately while others were cheering with them. They knew? But- why? They were tolerating their betrayal. My heart aches, but I’m angrier now. How dare they do this behind my back?

I removed my heels and threw it at them. I hit Andrew’s head, which made him mad, but when he saw me, he just furrowed his eyebrows. The music stopped, and they all looked at me. I couldn't believe that even my best friend for years had betrayed me! I treated them like my family. Especially her!

“You bastard!” I shouted in anger. Tiffany just crossed her arms like she didn’t care. How thick is her face? I pampered her with gifts. I treated her well. Is this how she pays for everything I have ever done to her?

“Oh, sorry, you saw us. But duh! I've been waiting for this day to come. So, we don't have to hide our relationship from you anymore,” she said, flipping her hair proudly. She’s even that proud, huh? Are they making me the villain here? The one who’s preventing them from getting their happiness and freedom to be together?

“How dare you, Tiffany! You're my best friend. I couldn't believe you would be this ugly leech who was shamelessly leeching to her best friend’s boyfriend. You're pathetic!” I yelled in disgust. I should have come here.

Her face blushed in anger. “How dare you—” I quickly cut her off. “Shut up, bitch! You’re no longer my best friend! And you, Andrew! You’re an asshole dimwit who looks like Shrek!” I shouted, which made everyone gasp in shock and laugh.

“How dare you!” Tiffany was about to slap me, but I won't make that happen. I held her hand and slapped her four times. She was shocked because of what I did, but I just grinned devilishly. They dared to mess up with me. I’ll let them taste their own medicine.

God! I was so mad right now that I didn't have time to cry for this little shit! They were low class and had no shame—thick-faced ugly creatures.

“Sam!” He was so mad, glaring at me, but I didn't care. Two years of being with him. God, what am I thinking? I know from the very start that he’s a red flag in green flag disguise.

“Don't you ever call me Sam again, Andrew. If I only knew that you would be like this? Then, I don't have to waste my time hanging out with a loser like you, empty head!” I said, still glaring at him. He didn't expect that I would say such words, and I couldn't even control myself.

“Enough! I am so tired of you! Tiffany is much better than you, Sam. She's willing to make me happy. Unlike you! I've waited for years,” he said in anger. My jaw dropped. Tiffany can make him happy, while I can’t. What is he talking about?

Does that mean… Tiffany? This Slut! Did she bang Andrew for him to like her?! I couldn't think that he would literally replace me with a low-class like her! All this fuss is because I can’t give myself to him. What the fuck? I laughed sarcastically.

“You two really look good together,” I said. I’m done. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment. Who cares if he’s a rich, charming, and cool boy? It doesn't change the fact that he’s a cheater. A big scumbag. I told them I looked around, and their eyes were on me. I was about to leave, but I couldn't leave here without doing this.

I walked towards Andrew with a smile on my face, which confused him. I slowly placed both my hands on his nape. I saw him gulp. I acted like I was whispering something.

“Ouch! Shit!” You bitch!”  He screamed in pain, holding his balls. I laughed at him. While Tiffany, the bitch, tried to comfort him.

“That's what you get from cheating on me. And yes, you’re free because I’m breaking up with you!” I even grinned widely before leaving. I saw the others laughing, watching Andrew in pain. I have no time to wear my heels. I walk out of the party barefoot.

“Damn you!” I heard him shout. I rolled my eyes. Everything hurts, but it’s quite refreshing to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. A shameless bastard and an ungrateful bitch. They really go for each other.