Surviving The Bad Boys(not edited)

Chapter 33: A Great Big Bowl of Blushing

Samara's POV
As we continued chasing each other, spraying water, and jumping into the pool, all of us grew more tired. We all grabbed more towels and dried off. Thank gosh who ever owned thus house placed towels outside just in case. Everyone who was playing with us, started to sober up because of the water being splashed on them. At this point, I was ready to pass out. We were all sitting back on our spots before the water war happened and I could feel myself slowly drifting off into space and my eyelids becoming heavier. Suddenly everything became black.
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"Hey, I can take her home." I told Jazmine.

"If you want to." She replied.

"It would be my home to take this princess home." I smiled to her and looked down at a passes out Samara on a blanket.

"Hey, if it's worth anything, I really am rooting for you guys. You mean the world t other and I can tell it's the same to you for her." She offered me a smile and then walked off with Keenan.

I stealthily picked up Samara, trying not to wake her and carried her bridal style to my car. When we reached my car, I had some trouble grabbing my keys from my back pocket, but I managed and once I got the car unlocked, I slipped my princess in the backseat so she could lay down. Getting into my car, I checked my rear view near to make sure she was still asleep. She was. I turned on my car and drove her home. There was only one problem to my solution, I had no way to get in. When I had picked her up mad carried her to the front door, I looked for a key, but found none. Realizing that I didn't want to wake her parents, I skipped her back into the car and drove to my house. Once I got inside, I carried her up to my room and set her down on my bed. Grabbing a few pillows and a blanket, I find myself a little space on the floor. Right when my head hit the pillow, it took me two minutes to fall asleep.
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Samara's POV
I could feel the sun beaming into my room as I woke up. When I picked my head up off the pillow and adjusted my eyesight to the brightness, I noticed that I wasn't in my room, but Spencer's. Looking around, I saw Spencer on the floor cuddled up in a little ball and smiled. He let me take his bed while he slept on the floor? What a gentleman! As I continued to smile, I noticed he was only wearing some sweatpants and boxers and then my smile faded away as I just stared at his holy v-line. I gulped and then felt my body become flush.

"See something you like princess?" Spencer's morning voice asked me. Oh my gosh! His raspy voice was making me feel some type of way!

Samara! Control your hormones woman!

"Mar, you're still staring and now it's just getting creepy!" Spencer pulled me out of my dirty-minds thoughts and I just face-planet into the bed, trying to hide my blushing face.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so embarrassing!" I groaned into the pillow.

"It's ok, I stare at you too." He replied, like that wasn't creepy at all.

"That sounds creepy." I chuckled.

"I didn't mean it creepily, I just mean like right now, I can't stop myself from staring at your legs in that damn sweater of mine!" I sat up and looked down, only to realize I wasn't wearing my outfit from last night. Instead I was wearing a navy blue, white-speckled sweatshirt.(A/N, guys tbh I can't tell if her sweatshirt is a grey or blue, sos I went with blue. If anybody can tell, tell me and I'll fix this if need be).

"Um, when did I change into this?" I looked hesitantly at him, but still remained flushed.

"YOU didn't! I did." He shrugs like it was no big deal.

"Oh gosh! You didn't look, did you?" At this point, I was on fire, my body was heating up and I felt all warm inside.

"No, well ok. Maybe just a little." He smirked.

"You dick!" I laughed and got off the bed and ran to jump on top of him.

"And boy did I really like what I saw. God really took his time when creating you and your perfect body." He winked suggestively and I just smacked him.

"I really like this position we're in Mar." He smirked and I looked down and saw I was straddling him.

"We're just friends, who would you shut up with your little stupid remarks." I said rudely, but inside I was all warm.

Next thing I knew, he grabbed me by my hands and put them on his chest and then grabbed my cheeks and pulled me closer to his face. I gasped and then held in my breath. We just stared into each other's eyes like we were trying to look for some hidden emotion.

"Hey spencer, do you wants some-" Spencer's mom entered his room and teen silenced.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry honey! I didn't realize guy had company." She said awkwardly.

"It's ok, it's just me Anne." I quickly got off her son and explained to her.

"Oh hi Samara darling." She looked behind her an saw me waving awkwardly, while I tried to calm my blushing.

"So, are you guys a thing again, or what?" She asked us, meaning Spencer had obviously filled her in about the whole story.

"No, we're just friends for right now, and then we'll see where that goes." I explained to her.

"But mom, trust me. It's really hard just being friends with her because she is such a tease." He whined to his mom.

"I am not a tease! If anybody's a tease, it's you!" I defended myself.

"Yeah, sure. Just two minutes ago, you were just showing off your perfect legs in front of me, which was messing with my hormones woman!" He argued back.

"Um, all I was doing was lying in his bed and I didn't even know I was wearing just a sweatshirt. Anne, did you know that he changed me last night out of my clothes into his sweater, may I add without my consent." I told his mom.

"Spencer! You're such a perv!" His mom yelled at him in disgust.

"She looked uncomfortable mom. I only did it for her comfort, not for my hormonal man problems." He stated matter of factly.

Did he just say that in front of his mother? Oh my gosh! He did!

"Spencer Dean Healy! We don't need to hear abut your man problems! Talk to your father about that!" She said in horror.

"Sorry mom. I can't help it if Samara turns me on." He said nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders.

By this time, I could feel my blush rushing up my cheeks again. Oh my lord. Sweet baby pancakes with cherries and whipped cream. Did he just say to his mother that I turned him on?

"Spencer, I am your mother! I would not like to hear about your private parts, she said awkwardly and walked quickly out of the room.  

"Well if your mom is nice enough to not kill you by the next time I see you, I defiantly will kill you, you sick perv!" I yelled at him and smacked him with a pillow.

"Baby, you already do kill me every time I see you. My heart leaps out of my chest." He said charmingly.

"Shut up, would ya!" I smacked him.
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After Spencer dropped me off, I unlocked the house and worked in only to see a beet red Holden looking more angry than ever. Oh no!
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Picture at beginning is of what Spencer and Samara were wearing when they woke up.