Pinching his nose, mouth and chin stained crimson as stray droplets still fell, Sam sneered. "Well don't you think you're special. News flash, thirty-second wonder: you're a depressive, alcoholic asshole who is shit in the sack. Why do you think I had to go elsewhere to get laid? You just weren't up to the job"

Ouch! As much as he hated to admit it, that one hurt. But Sam wasn't done.

"The only reason I'm still giving you the time of day is because I still love you. Do you really think anybody else could ever care about you? You're pathetic and even a fucking virgin would laugh if he...