"I like your new hair cut, when did you get it done? Last night with my money while I was asleep?" Sam was sitting on the end of the bed when I woke. "Good morning to you too." I sat up, as I noticed and Nate and Lexi laid out beside me.
"Do should really think about getting your own hotel room," I advised as if he probably hadn't thought about that. "speaking of which where did you sleep?" He looked over at his friend and his girlfriend who laid asleep beside me. "Jack's place."
"You mean mansion." My eyes were still adjusting to the light peering in from the curtains on my left.
Sam stood up from the bed, "It isn't a mansion it's just a really big house his parents gave him." My eyes widened, "Gave him? You say it like its no biggie that his rich parents gave him a big house."
"Lucky him right? He's crying like a little bitch about a breakup when he has a big house and all that money to get over her with must be like a paradise." He remarked with a cheesy grin. Of course he thought that way, he always thought about situations that way.
I got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, I stood beside the door frame as he stared at me. All I wanted to do was lay back down and get a few more hours of sleep but preferably in a single bed.
"Maybe you can get over a girl by replacing her with another one or maybe even use money to buy all these things to take your mind on what's really hurting you... but not Jack." I felt terribly bad for Sam, clearly he had some anger in him.
"What are you saying?" He stood up from the bed and I closed the door on him. I couldn't argue with him, matter a fact I didn't. I walked over to the mirror and stared into the mirror, running my fingers along my face. I felt so exhausted, so drained. I examined my new haircut, as the door slowly opened.
I heard him enter the bathroom but I refused to look his direction. My heart raced uncontrollably, my body became stiff and my breathing shorten. I hated how much control I lost over things I had complete control over whenever he came near me. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me towards me, I held my breathe for a moment as I watched his reflection in the mirror as whispered into my ear. "You look perfectly fine."
I didn't believe him but, I smiled as I turned around to face him. "I don't believe you." He smirks, "What do I have to do to prove that you are?"
I smiled weakly at him as he kept his arms around my waist and my back against the counter of the sink. "Kiss me." I whispered and that's exactly what he did. It was rough and I never kept anything like it, as we continued to kiss heavily I couldn't help but run my fingers against his white shirt and feel his toned stomach through his shirt.
My hands wandered to his belt and that's when he stopped and pulled away and I was confused. "What's wrong?" I felt annoyed with him. He licked his bottom lip as he placed his palms against the edge of sink counter.
He stared directly into my eyes and said, "I didn't mean to kiss you." I pushed him away from me, "You didn't mean to kiss me even through I said for you to do so? That's interesting considering you had no problem sleeping and probably kissing that random girl back at Jack's place. So why am I so different? Oh wait, I remember! Its because you only have sex with girls like me whenever your thinking about her. That's what you said, remember?"
Sam sighed, as his eyes lowered. He couldn't even defend himself because he knew I was right.
"You know I actually liked you and I don't know if you even feel the same way because, one moment you hate my fucking guts and the next you like me. Your cold and confused, Samuel. You have me confused with some other girl that you think you can just use whenever you want to." I laughed in his face, as I shook my head, in pity. He didn't say anything and I just left.
He followed me out of the bathroom as I went through the dressers, grabbing my clothes I used his money to buy and tossed them into one of my bags. "Where are you going?"
"Somewhere far away from you."
Sam took a deep breathe, "I'm sorry, okay." I slowly turned around and faced him, "Sorry for what?" He stared at me, "You know what I'm sorry for." I rubbed my eye, as if it would help me think of what to say.
He yawned and glared down at the bed, "Good luck entertaining yourself because I'm going to bed." I watched him lay down, he turned on the television. "So much for sleep." I walked over towards the bed and sat beside him.
His eyes remained on the television even when I looked at him. "You know I've never had a boyfriend." He didn't look interested, "Yes, that's not hard to believe."
I laughed, "What is that suppose to mean?" I moved closer to him. "It means that I'm not surprised that a girl like you wouldn't have a boyfriend, it's nothing to offend you." Yet I felt offended.
"What kind of girl so you think I am?" I studied his face. He took a deep breathe as if he had a shit ton to say, "One word, naive."
"So I'm dumb?" I chuckled a little, he looked at me. "I never said you were dumb, I said you were naive." He clarified. I placed my hand on his lap, "I'm not naive." He looked down at my hand on his lap, "Don't start."
"Don't start what?" I smirked, as my hand trailed up his thigh. "Don't start being annoying, it isn't cute." I frowned, removing my hand. "I thought you liked girls like that." He laughed at me as if I was an idiot, "You thought wrong." He looked back the tv.
"I find that hard to believe." I leaned my head against the head board. He slouched in the bed to get comfortable, when his phone began to ring. I gave up and laid on my side facing the opposite side to him, to lazy to change my clothes.
"What?" Sam yawned through the phone, he decided to be a jerk and out his call on speaker. "Can you go talk outside?" I mumbled, as I laid with my hands under my head.
He ignored me like always and continued talking to Johnson about girls, gosh these guys were worse than girls gushing about their crushes. As if I didn't feel bad enough about being regretted by him, he decides to talk about other girls right in front of me as if I wasn't there. He was making me angry and he knew it, it's as if that was his plan.
"Do you need a ride?" Sam asked, I sighed loudly hoping that would an indication to him to shut up and let me sleep. "You'd do that for me?" Johnson gushes, I rolled my eyes. "Yea anything, but your giving me another bag of you know what."
"Another bag of what?" Johnson questioned. "You know." Sam was a joke. "Ohhh, I know." I could bet Johnson was grinning on the other side the line like a goof.
"Jack, you know I can't mention those kind of things around a minor. I don't want to be a bad influence for young girls like Johanna, that would be awful." I sat up and positioned myself facing him, "I know your talking about weed."
Sam lowers his phone from his ear, "Shhhh, go to sleep it's way past your bed time." He gave me a grin and I snatched his phone from his hands and stuffed it in my bra. "Ass" I rolled back over and buried myself under the covers.
"Which is something you don't have." He also had to touch in order to prove his point. "I'm not giving you back your phone, Sam came closer to me and looked over at me, "Can I have my phone back?"
"No."
