"I'm back," I hollered through the house.
"Be quiet Samantha!" My mother said, and she only says that during important times because it's not even my name. I'm Sam only Sam, but that's a 'nickname' to my family since Sam sounds to boyish. You might call me weird but I went and legally changed my name from Samantha to Sam a few months ago which upset my family with me even more.
"Nice to see you to," I sarcastically grin walking in the kitchen.
"Don't put up that attitude with me," she snaps in her professional voice. "I heard what happened with Skyler and I want you out of that mess."
"How come? You helped her mom in the same situation."
"Yes, but now I have a reputation and if you ruin that then my business will be ruined. Plus I won't be able to pay for your sisters college."
"Of course, always about Clare," I irritably mumble grabbing an apple.
"Here I thought you might like this," she handed over a magazine.
"Work magazine? what now I need a job? Clare hasn't even gotten one! Ever!" I exclaim.
"At least she focuses on school instead of staying locked up in her room half her damn life!" She hollers in my face.
"Ugh! Why do you always have to put Clare first!" I scream throwing my hands up in frustration.
"What? We-I," she stutters, "how dare you think we always put her first. We love you equally!"
"Whatever I know who's your favorite. I'll go lock myself in my room," I add little quotes with my hands, "while looking at jobs."
"Don't you walk off! Samantha! Samantha get your ass down here now!"
"That's not my name." I simply reply walking up the stairs and slamming my door.
I walk over to my desk and start looking through the magazine. I don't understand why I have to get a job but Clare doesn't. It's so unfair! Sure enough speak of the devil she knocks on my door.
"Go away!"
"Sam let me in! Someone is here to see you!"
"Tell them to go away!" I am practically shaking I'm so mad and fed up.
"Sam," I much softer familiar voice says.
"Oh gosh," I moan burying my head in the bed.
The door opens to which my horror I wasn't mistaken, Anthony was standing right there. He gently closed my door and walked over to sit on my bed.
"What do you want," I mumble propping myself up on one elbow.
"You never called," he says with a shy smile.
"Well it's only been about 5 hours."
"Come on," he pulls me up. "Lets go do something fun."
"Like?" I say grabbing my phone and putting it in my back pocket.
"Aw no need to bring that. To much distractions," he says pulling it out. I'm a little embarrassed since he touched my butt in the process. A wicked grin comes across his face when he did.
"Perv."
"What was that?" He pulls me down the stairs and outside to his car. "For you," he opens the passenger seat.
"Thanks," I moodily sit down.
"Pick a station," he smiles.
I turn it to my favorite which is playing "Lucky Strike," by Maroon Five.
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Little White Lies
Random"And that was about?" Skyler asks snapping me out of my daze. "Oh nothing just trying to hear this days gossip," I say looking at my nasty cafeteria food. "Come on Sam we both know you fancy Tucker stop denying it," she says clearly annoyed.
