London calls me a stranger

Chapter 6

Sam's POV

I lay on my bed, looking up at the cracked ceiling, thinking what on Earth happened. I had to leave, I couldn't have imagined staying there after the incident. Conor refused to leave. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning. I had been lying there for about half an hour. My eyelids refused to heavy. They would not give in to fatigue. I felt like sleep was the only escape from this hell of trying to figure out what happened. Was it just the alcohol or does Conor really have those feelings for me? What was I going to do about Matt?

The last time I'd looked at my clock before I fell asleep was 3:30 and April was still not in. Still partying till late I suspected. But when I woke up she was still not in. I was worried for a moment but then she came stumbling in to the dorm at 11:30. "And where have you been all morning? No call, no text! I've been calling you for hours!" I shouted.

"Oh sorry mam!" She said in a croaky voice, effected by the massive hang over. She face planted into her pillow. Crushing her tiara and fairy costume.

I took pity, propped her up and laid out some comfy pjs. I checked her agenda. No classes today. Just as well. I gave her some makeup wipes and said "I'm going to town to do some jobs, you take off those clothes and your makeup and get comfy. I'll get you something in town."

A weak smile crossed her face and she whispered "thanks Sam, you're the best"

"I know." I scoffed sarcastically. Flinging my cross body across my shoulder and made my way downstairs. It was a warm autumn day, in fact it could have been summer. A gentle breeze shook the trees, and the sky was a vast clear plain. Bees pollinated and made buzzing small talk between one another. There seemed to be no one around. The earth was silent and still.

Walking over to the motorbike shack, I pulled my keys out of my pocket, unlocked the padlock that held the chain that kept threat away from it. I straddled my cream scooter, which I'd gotten as a gift for my 16th birthday and tried to turn the ignition on. It made a noise but no follow through. I furrowed my brow. I tried again. Still nothing! I looked at the dash, at the fuel tank. The red point was clearly stating at empty. At frustration I let out a grunt. "Need a ride?" Said a husky voice behind me.

"Why would I take one from you?!" I said in reply. I knew exactly who it was.

The figure came around the front of my bike. Rested his elbows on the front and looked at me with those big brown eyes. His dark wash jeans clung to his lower half and a plain white t-shirt hugged his torso. Brown combat boots were worn in his feet, that were facing me. "Come on, Sam! I'm sorry for last night, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Lets go out today. Let me show you!" He said holding one of my hands. I moved away, stood up from my scooter leaving it abandoned with Matt.

"You can't do this! I'm not like every other girl! You can't come over here with your big brown eyes, and flutter your eyelashes and think everything will be okay! I'm not like every other girl Matt!" I shouted, as I keep stepping backward. Creating as much distance as I can between me and him.

He stepped out and travelled towards me. "I don't want any other girl! I want you! I know you're not like them" he said, holding my hands. I tried not to make eye contact but he cupped my chin and brought me in full view of his brown orbs.

"You barely know me."

"I want to know you. Come on let me take you for a spin" he said as he tugged at my hands and led me outside.

A black BMW was glistening in the sunlight. The passenger door was opened, and he indicated me to get in. I stood up tall and confidently got into the car. I jumped a little when the door was slammed behind me. The smell of newly washed leather filled the air in the car. It reminded me of my uncle's car wash and how every time I'd see him he'd always smell of the metallic new car smell.