The sound of Samantha’s front door slam, echoed throughout the whole of my house. I smirked.
What is with her and rushing? And what is with her and Fridays? She’s always so nice on Fridays.
When I reached the kitchen, I was still pulling my shirt over my head. I was wearing the classic Brad. A plain long-sleeved, white shirt, black jeans and a pair of black Michal Jordon’s shoes. Instead of slow movements, like always, I was moving faster than I did on mornings. Something had Samantha hyped up, and I want to know what it is. Not many things make her excited, so this is very rare to see. I swiftly grabbed an apple off the counter and headed for the door. On the way I picked up my bag off the floor and grabbed my football jacket from the coatrack. I raced outside to see Samantha racing down the road on her motorcycle. She was moving faster than normal, also.
“Damn, I didn’t catch her in time,” I sighed.
I shook my head while smiling and walked to my red Mustang. I placed the key in the ignition and revved the engine some. I reversed out of the parking spot and drove down the road.
“Maybe I could still catch up to her if I hurry,” I grinned and sped up.
My car was speeding down the road. After six sharp turns, I finally saw the back of her motorcycle. Like always, she was not wearing a helmet.
One of these days she will get a ticket for that.
I shook my head while grinning, again. I stepped on the gas pedal and tried to make my way next to her. Eventually I did and I rolled down the window.
“Hey, Barton! You really need to start wearing your helmet. Police will catch up to your recklessness and give you a ticket!” I yelled over both roaring engines.
She jumped a little and looked at me. She scowled and shouted, “Go jump off a cliff!”
She faced forward, revved the engine once more and left me in the dust.
Looks like that nice Samantha I saw in my room disappeared.
I still attempted to catch up with her, but my attempts were all futile. Eventually the top of the school started to show and I groaned. School is such a pain. I parked in the school’s parking lot and jumped out the car. Instantly a swarm of girls surrounded me.
“Brad!” I heard one yell.
“I heard you broke up with Lisa! What about giving me a try!” Another yelled.
The crowd erupted in a fit of yelling my name and asking me to go out with them. All I could do was smile and laugh.
“Sorry girls! I have a girlfriend. Her name is Luciana Stewart,” I admitted.
“That cheerleader?” Someone close to me asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled.
“She’s dead!” Most of the crowd yelled.
“Woah. Woah. Woah! Girls calm down. Soon you all will get a chance!” I laughed.
They all erupted in boisterous, high-pitched squeals. I covered my ears and broke through the crowd. Using my football speed I ran to my locker, with jacket on and backpack in hand. I entered the combination into my lock and opened my locker. A little piece of paper dropped to the floor from my locker. I bent down to pick it up. There was pink, curly letters on it and instantly I knew it was from Luciana. It read:
See You Tomorrow.
A small smile crawled its way onto my lips. Of course. The big parties I normally have on Saturdays. Everyone looks forward to them. Everything was already planned out.
*Bam!*
Someone slammed my locker door shut. I jumped.
“Man. You are on a roll! Monday was Mickey, Tuesday was Francesca, Wednesday was Crystal, Thursday was Lisa and now it’s Luciana!” Mark gave me a high five.
“I know right,” I passed a hand through my think brown hair.
“So who’s gonna be next? You practically dated all the girls in this school!” He flailed his arms all around.
“I’m picking on Monday. I need Luciana as my date for tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah. Your party,” He looked at the floor.
“What? You are coming…right?” I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t have a date…” He frowned.
“That’s it? I could get you a date easy!”
“But there is a girl that I have my eyes on,” He looked to his left.
I followed his gaze and saw Samantha. I laughed and shook my head.
“You like Samantha?!” I erupted with more laughter.
“What? She’s smart, sporty and she’s different than other girls. Plus I think she’s hot,” He smiled.
My eyes grew wide and my face started to go warm.
What is wrong with me?!
I shook my head and tried to change his mind, “You sure you want her? She is…uh, odd.”
“That’s why I like her,” He shot back.
He was persistent, I could give him that. I scowled at him. But he was too busy gaping at her to notice. The little, blue haired, blue eyed, cool styled, bugger.
“Yo, Samantha! You got a minute?” He yelled while running in her direction.
I gave a low growl and turned away from them. But my eyes found them again. I could hear them talking. Their conversation basically went like this:
Samantha: “Hey! What’s up, Mark?”
Mark: “Hey! I was wondering if you’d like to go to Brad’s party with me, tomorrow. Not as a date or anything. Just friends.”
Samantha: “Well you are my best guy friend.” She sighed. “Sure. I wasn’t planning on going, again, but I’ll go for you.”
Mark: “Thanks so much.” He hugged her and she actually hugged back.
My jaw dropped to the floor.
Since when did Samantha hug people other than her brothers and her friend Lucy?
My heart stopped. Did she find out I was going out with her best friend? And is she trying to get me back by going to my party with my best bud? Anger burst somewhere inside of me. She’s toying with my mind again. I grabbed my bag, rushed past them and went to my first class of the day. My shoulder gently touched hers. I felt her tense up. She had every right to. Even though it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to go out with her best friend. I shrank back down. And with the quick second our shoulders touched, she tensed, I shrank back and she straightened her back while knocking me back.
