Hey guys! I finally updated after a month. So sorry for the wait, but you got to understand, school and stuff. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you do you could vote or comment on it. I work on it for a few weeks, but never had the time to update or review it, I'm extremely busy (not, I'm just lazy XD) .
So, I hope you enjoy and be patient for the next update, I already started working on it. New things coming up.
Enjoy.
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Anthony's POV
"How long has it been?" Jason asked as he laid slumped against the plush red couch in the living room of the suite, scrolling through the list of channels.
Sam looked down on his wrist where his watch was and looked up again. "About 3 hours."
"Well, that means they should be about here."
"Hey, cut the girls some slack. Some of them had a tough morning, they need to relax and regain their energy for the fun we are about to have." Brent defended, who then proceeded to rub his hands against each other in a malicious manner with a mischievous glint in his light brown eyes.
"Oh, you mean Maribel? Who you scared to death? That's why she needs to relax?" I deadpanned with a small smirk displaying on my lips, but it was for a second. The next second, it was replaced with a frown. "Man, you scared the shit out of us today."
He stopped rubbing his hands against each other, and the glint was gone. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, man. I didn't mean to freak you out that much. I just thought that it would be a good laugh or something." His hand went to rub against his neck. A sign of discomfort.
"So what actually happened guys?" Jason probed.
"Well, this asshole over here," I gestured to Brent who smirked at his nickname, "decided it would be 'a good laugh or something' when he thought of opening the car door while driving. I don't know how you didn't see the door open, you were behind us." I said.
"Oh, I guess we were too busy to pay at the road since some people where distracting their drivers." Jason's glare was directed at Sam who smiled uneasily.
"Making out?" I asked Jason with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, to the next level." He nodded.
"Sorry, buddy. It was getting hot in there, and you didn't turn on the AC." Sam tried to defend himself.
"Because the effing windows were open." Jason countered.
"Well, it wasn't enough. The clothes were really bothering. It didn't have the same effect with them on. We weren't comfortable." Sam flushed.
"Sam! Samuel Anderson!" I shouted. "You dog! You little British hound!" I grinned. I got up and high fived the sucker. He grinned at the same time when his cheeks and ears turned pink from the praise and attention.
"Ah man, it wasn't much." He tried being modest, but that wasn't it. He is a good guy. He doesn't talk about his love life, sex life or personal life much. He is secretive and how girls like to call it, 'respectful' to their privacy. Eliza is a lucky girl.
"Oh I bet it was." Brent smirked.
"About time you stepped out of your good guy image." I added.
"Hey!" Jason got up from the couch. "Don't encourage him! They were about to fuck in my car with me in it!"
"Oiy! No we didn't, and we weren't planning on it." Sam walled himself. "We were just making out."
"Bro, I saw your girlfriend in her bra, as she was unbuttoning your shirt. Those are the steps to undressing and getting action, if you didn't know that yet."
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