title : green with envy
oc / pairing : sam gray and angie
rossi (samgie)
trigger warnings : f-slur scare again

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MINI PROMPT CHALLENGE ( 1/5! )
" are you jealous? want me all
to yourself , do you ? "

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ANGELO COULDN'T BELIEVE THE SITUATION HE got into. Would he ever learn? Or did people have to rip his heart out of his chest enough times to realize it? He didn't know, and at this point, he didn't care anymore. He was done with it. Getting stood up and walking in the gloomy Hawkins rain wasn't even the worst part. No, it was that. It was the fact that Sam Gray was right about it.

It was unusual. Sam, the blonde-haired, pizza-faced guitarist had been right. That wasn't the only thing that was unusual. It was that the day before, he told Sam about it and they fought over it. Well, when were they not fighting? It was an endless cycle. But Sam didn't want him to go on that date. That's what made it unusual. Why did he care of all people? Why was he the one dictating him in who to date?

Well, if he manifested it to happen, it did. Angelo got stood up. And not only he got stood up, but as he was walking in the rain, he saw the stupid jock in his car, making out with some chick. Go fucking figure.

Angelo didn't take his car. He ended up walking. At first, he didn't have a destination. He was only walking until he had gotten to somewhere familiar. He wasn't on his side of town, but he knew the way. Being nearby Forest Hills Trailer Park is both a curse and a blessing in disguise.

He walked up to Sam's trailer and gave a knock on the door. This was stupid. Out of all the places, he had to walk past here. He didn't even wanna show his face.

Angelo shook his head. He was almost about to leave until he heard the door open. He turned back, seeing Sam in the doorway. His blue eyes piercing into Angie's brown ones.

"What?"

"Your mom home?" Angelo asked.

"No," Sam said back, "Why're you here? I thought you were──"

"You were right."

Sam fell silent. A confused expression landed on his face. "What did you say?"

Angelo really didn't want to say it again. The last thing he needed was for Sam to make fun of him about it. He huffed, running fingers through his hair. "I said, 'you were right,' stronzo biondo."

He didn't wait for Sam to say anything, he just slightly pushed through to get inside the trailer. He was shivering, wet from head to toe. He knew that he should've drove, but he put way too much trust into that stupid jock. He was never doing that again.

"Yeah, everyone else could've told you that," Sam said back, "didn't think you would be so ... so ..."

"Gullible?" Angelo asked.

"Yeah, that, whatever," Sam grumbled, "the point is that I told you so."

"Why do you care anyway?" Angelo asked.

"I don't, alright! I don't care," Sam answered. It was a lie true enough, but it sounded convincing. "I just thought you'd know!"

"I ..." Angelo started, but he couldn't finish it. He was a jock. Of course he knew that he was going to be a jerk and the possibility of being stood up. But, he didn't want to admit he ignored his mind instead of his heart.

"I did know," he finally said back.

"Huh?"

"I knew. I did, I just ... I don't know. Had hope, I guess," Angelo explained.

Sam couldn't even reply. He didn't know what else to say. He's never seen Angelo look so ... Down. He couldn't even make fun of him, not like he intended, anyways. He looked pissed at himself for falling for it anyways.

"And I shouldn't even be surprised, but while I was walking here, I found him in his car making out with some chick," Angelo grumbled.

"What?" Sam asked, "he didn't even try to hide it?"

"No," Angelo answered, "I found him on the way here. I knocked on his window. He called me a freak before spitting at my face. He may be a football star, but he has terrible aim."

And that was all Sam needed to know.

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OF COURSE THE JOCK WAS GOING TO come running back, try and "make things right." Angelo wasn't having it. He didn't want to talk to him, nor hear his voice. Seeing him, well he has no choice. Algebra hadn't even started yet, and the jock was already bothering him like he didn't have anything else to do. No matter how much he apologized, Angie wouldn't hear it. Which would cause the other to grow impatient.

"You go your way, I go mine. You're the one who made the mistake of standing me up," Angelo seethed, "now leave me alone."

"You're so dramatic! All of you fags around here think the world ends when you get stood up," he said back.

Angelo did his famous nose scrunch. The one that pretty clearly showed how disgusted and judgemental he was. He shook his head at the jock.

"No, you just seem to lack common decency not to stand people up. And then not tell me that you were dating some chick," Angelo told him.

The jock was about to say something else when there was a tap on his shoulder. He looked behind him, and Angelo leaned to the side of her a better glimpse. There Sam, right behind him. He looked pissed.

"What do you want, trailer trash?" the jock scoffed.

Next thing Angelo knew, that jock was on the floor. Sam had punched him so hard that he lost some teeth. Drops of blood from his mouth on the floor along with them. Angelo slightly jumped when he fell onto the ground. That punch started a brawl, but the jock wouldn't win.

Terrible aim. Angelo would be lying if he said that he didn't give Sam that tidbit of information on purpose. The jock made it seem like Sam was a professional fighter. Sam got a few hits to he face, but it wasn't compared to the bloody mess that Sam made out of him. Swift fists, and a jock looking like a fish out of water, it was finally broken up.

Sam looked at Angelo, who was staring at the aftermath. Though it doesn't take long for Angelo to look back at the blonde. He had a bloody nose, courtesy of the jock. His blonde hair messy, knuckles slightly bruised. For some reason it makes something in Angelo stir. How dare he look that good roughed up?

"That wasn't because of you, okay?" Sam asked. It's quiet, no one can hear it but him.

Angelo looked at him. The only thing he could do was smile. He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, his elbow propped up. His cheek rested on the palm of his hand. He gave a shrug. "Okay."

Angelo knew that Sam was going to get suspended again sooner or later. It never failed. He's gotten his fair share of suspensions due to Sam. But, of course Angelo is met by Sam at his car.

"Couldn't get in," Sam said.

"No shit, the doors are locked," Angelo said back, before unlocking the car doors and getting in.

After shutting the doors, the two of them were quiet. The air cold, which made Angelo finally start up the car. He then looked at Sam, crossing his arms.

"So ... What made you do that?" Angelo asked.

"He's a grade A asshole, dude," Sam replied back, "he had it comin' to him."

"But you're also a grade A asshole, stronzo biondo," Angelo said back to him, "you know I coulda done that, right?"

"Duh," Sam scoffed, "but I wanted to."

"You wanted to?"

"Stop copying me!" Sam told him, before a sigh escaped his lips. "Look, he's a douche who's known for messing up people's lives. And ..."

"And?" Angelo asked, "spit it out, cretino biondo."

"You talking about going out with him was gross," Sam mumbled, "I hated that shit. Like ... You were excited to go out with him or something. I couldn't stomach it."

Angelo raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" he questioned, tone filled with amusement and surprise. He chuckled afterward. "Are you jealous, stronzo biondo? Want me all to yourself, do you?"

"Shut up!" Sam grumbled, "just take me home!"

Angelo shook his head, putting the car in reverse before driving out of the school parking lot.