You're So Predictable

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Samantha

I couldn't help worry about all the bruises on Russell's face and body. I glanced at him diligently, wondering if I should have given him medicine for the pain.

We placed our orders in, and we forgot about all of the stress that comes from college. We enjoyed a nice quiet time and talked about silly stuff. We laughed, joked around, and talked to each other as if we had known each other all our lives, but it was short-lived as the place began to get really packed.

The bar inside was flooded by students from our college as a game of footfall began on the wide screens that hung over the bars. We all looked at each other contemplating if we should just make our food to go.

"Guys, I am so sorry. They said this place had awesome food, that's why Russ and I thought this place would be a good spot. I wasn't counting on a game happening tonight." Brandon apologized, getting a pat on his shoulder by Kim.

"It's ok. I mean, I don't mind if you guys don't mind." Kim added, and of course, she wouldn't mind. She has always been a big party girl. She loves the atmosphere, but I on the other hand? I could do more quiet places. My parents do way too many gatherings and parties. They attend far too many charity balls and such that I lost count of them ages ago.

I somehow always found myself finding a quiet spot... away from everyone where I could breathe and relax from the loud people and the music, waiters with trays of food and drinks. That lifestyle is good to them, and lots of it has benefitted my parents to boost their business, but not me. And I know for a fact that my brother Mason is looking forward to taking over the business.

As for me? I'm not sure what I want to do. I would love to travel the world and see many places before I have to settle down to the countless hours of paperwork behind a desk, but I know dad would beg to differ. If it was up to him, I would be taking over his company already. He is more than ready to retire, but given my mom's lifestyle, I don't think that could happen anytime soon.

"What about you, Sam? Would you like to stay?" Russell asked looking at me with a gleam in his eyes.

"Yeah, we can always change the order to go and eat indoors? We could go home, watch a movie... what do you think?" Kim added as the waiter came by with a second round of drinks for us.

"Uhm, I guess if that is ok. We really don't have to leave, I mean, we rarely go out, or... At least I rarely go out with you guys." I started the facts chuckling. "We can hang out and see what the night has to offer," I added and smiled at them shrugging my shoulders.

I grabbed a drink and took a sip. I was honestly not used to drinking, so I drank my beer slowly, babysitting my first drink, as Brandon says since they were all better drinkers than me.

"Ok, then I guess we'll stay," Russell says as he smirks and drinks his beer as well.

Our food finally arrived, and we all began to eat, despite all the noise. The more minutes passed by, the louder it got, and the more chaotic it became in the restaurant. I don't think there was a single empty chair in the restaurant, and the while bar inside was completely full; guys cheering, laughing, drinking, and eating their appetizers.

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