Remember: everything Samuel "Sam" Owens says is made up.

๐š‘๐š’ ๐š‹ ๐š’ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š’'๐š•๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐Ÿ˜˜ Those were the messages Sam sent to you this afternoon, but now it's nearly midnight but Sam didn't text her back. *Who are those friends?* Usually Sam would at least mention either his rugby colleagues or classmates or his roommates but this time he didn't say any word. Fate written that Sam forgotten to hide his Instagram story from you, and he was reposting someone else's story. Sam was going out....with his ex-girlfriend. *The fuck?* On you's phone screen, shows Selena, the long blonde hair girl, some says she is the most prettiest person but usually they commented she is a pain in the ass. Back to the screen, it appears Sam was scrolling down his phone, hands holding some *shopping bags* , and Selena was forcing, more to desperately wants his attention by resting her head on Sam's shoulder. *This is too much.* Sam can be said not happy and not disappointed either. His face is calm as usual, but you knew if she was replacing Selena Sam would be much happier. But actually what the fuck is going on? And why would Sam stupidly upload the story knowing you would watch it? Unless... you's thoughts being disturbed when Sam entered you's apartment with his key, "Baby? you? You still awake?" He asks, hand holding a paper bag containing a new handbag for his baby.