Summer flings

You're not five.

"Oh dear what am I going to do with him." Mrs. Bishop asks rhetorically. "Uh, well I should be going." I say while grabbing the paper. "Wait! Miss. Rey, do you want to go to the charity with Sam?" She asks. I cough on air.
           "Uhm, me?" I ask. "Yes you! You seem nice, pretty, and smart. Why not? He needs to get his mind off things! Oh would you Violet?" She asks desperately. I sigh while thinking. "Sure, when is it?" I agree.
         "The 18th! Sam will pick you up! It will be perfect! I ship it already." She giggles while I grab the paper and say goodbye. I get inside the elevator when reality sets in. "What did I just agree to..?"

          I go inside my aunt's building while people are bustling around the city. "Violet! Did you get the paper signed?" My aunt asks when I arrive at her office. "Yup." I say while handing her the papers. "Fabulous let's go to lunch." She says while grabbing her keys and heading out of the door.
               We arrive at Lè Bareà and get a table to eat lunch on. "So did Mrs. Bishop say anything?" Lacey asks. "Uhm nothing besides pretty much forcing me to go to this charity with her rude son Sam." My aunt gasps while dropping her menu. "Vi! Do you know what this means?? This is the charity of the century! Everyone of everyone goes there! And she asked you to with Sam?? She must of really taken a liking to you." She says smiling brightly.
          "But her son is arrogant jerk!" I say rather loudly. "Vi, he can't be that bad.." She says while the waiter comes over to get our orders. I could only hope he wasn't that bad.

A few days later, I step out of the house to go for a quick late night run. I put in my headphones while Arctic Monkeys 505 blasts out of them. I get halfway through my run when I see a coffee shop, I grabbed a few dollars out of my pocket in my shorts and walk inside.
           Ordering a simple strawberry smoothie and paying the cashier, I sit at a little booth and go onto my Twitter. Half way through my smoothie I'm interrupted by an angry slam to my table. Jumping from the force of the slam I look up to see the arrogant asshole himself. "You are not going to the charity with me!" Sam says rudely. "I'm sorry. But I already told your mom I would." I say calmly.
         "No, no it's not going to happen sweetie." He says smirking. I stand up, throw my drink away and calmly say " Well "sweetie" guess what? It is happening and trust me I don't like this as much as you do but your mom wanted someone to go with you and she chose me to deal with your arrogant ass, so grow up. You're not five and I don't give a damn if you don't want to go with me, I couldn't care less. But your mom wants this so grow up and actually make her proud for once in your stupid, low life." I grab my phone while leaving Sam speechless.

Waking up is one of the hardest things ever imaginable. How do people expect you to wake up early, and get up out of the warmth and comfort of your bed? It's hard, very hard.
               Standing up I trudge downstairs to get some breakfast. It's been four weeks in this stupid place away from home and surprisingly it's starting to grow on me, the people are nice, well besides Sam, it's little and quiet.
           Today is one of the only days I have off and Lacey does not. I decided on a simple American Horror Story marathon. I grab some coffee from the kitchen and sit down on the couch. As I'm about to take a sip from my coffee I'm interrupted by the doorbell.
         "Uh!" I complain while getting up. I open the door and am met with the devil himself. "Muscles." I say. "Red." He replies smirking. "What do you want?" I say rudely.
              "Well, since I'm forced into this stupid charity with you we have to get you a stupid dress, and my mom is making me take you to get one." Sam says rolling his eyes. "No thanks." I say while shutting the door, but not before Muscles makes his way in. "Too bad. Get dressed loser. We're going shopping." I smile for the first time at the arrogant ass and say "Mean Girls. Nice." While slipping upstairs to get dressed.