Beneath The Mask

34. My Personal Punching Bag!

Sam's POV:

After Michael and Cath came back from wherever they went, we headed to a small diner to finish our dinner. So now we were back in beach with Blake and Zoran flirting around with some girls that they met there while the rest of us sat in a circle around the fire. Cath, I, Michael, Phil, Harry, Jane and Daniel were seated around in order. Catherine seemed to be a little distant as she kept thinking about something. I knew that look on her face. Guess I have to figure it out later.

Everybody chatted up stories on what it was like growing up here. Seems like Phil had been running an orphanage in this town. Daniel, Blake, Zoran, Harry and Jane had grown up together in the same orphanage. Everyone split after they graduated high school with the boys moving into London but Jane had decided to stay here.

Michael too didn't seem to know much about her since he rarely came by this town but he was close to Phil nonetheless. Everybody laughed around and teased about the embarrassing times they had faced as a child but I decided to zone out. The only person that was piquing my interest at the moment was the female plopped in between Daniel and Harry.

From the looks of it, she seemed to be really close with Daniel. I didn't ask them about it but I could see it from the way that she pats his thighs every time she laughs, the she ruffles his hair to tease him and also from the way that she leans onto his shoulder every once in a while. They looked like a perfect loving couple and that for some reason made me really angry. I clutched my hands into fists.

"Ow!" Michael groaned beside me.

"What?" I snapped at him even though he didn't do anything wrong. I just needed to channel my anger somewhere. So Michael being my personal punching bag, always falls prey to it.

"Can you let go of my hand before you break any of my precious little fingers?"

Thats when I noticed that I had been crushing his bones. I let go of his hand and pushed it away forcefully. He winced and shook this hand furiously.

"That's what you get if you don't keep you hands to yourself!" I reprimanded him.

He raised his eyebrow like I told him something that was unbelievable.

"What?" I blinked at him.

"If keeping my hands on my own leg doesn't count as keeping my hands to myself then what does taking somebody else's hand and squeezing it count as?" He smirked at me with amusement, obviously enjoying my idiocy.

I groaned out loud and pinched his arm not knowing what to do.

"Geez, what has gotten into you woman?" He swatted my hand away and clutched the place where I pinched him.

"You deserve that over talking me! Nobody does that to Samantha." I clicked my fingers.

"Is there even a thing called over talking?" He looked at me incredulously.

I was about to open my mouth to come up with a retort but was cut of my Zoran screaming, "It's party time!"

Then loud music blasted out from our bus. People that were around us cheered and got up to dance. I hope the cops don't arrest us for it. Phil got up to take Catherine for a dance, which she accepted surprisingly. Seems like she is in a good mood now. But at least I'm happy about it.