Vampire King

Chapter 4- Euphoria

"I like you a lot Shae," Samantha says in a deep voice.

"Who are you meant to be?" I ask scoffing at her ridiculousness.

"I'm Austin Mayon," I roll my eyes and fan myself dramatically.

"It's really you?" I say in a girly high pitch voice.

"Well yeah..." She coughs and rubs her neck, "gosh he has a deep voice," she mutters.

I roll my eyes, you'd think she'd know that by now. "Nah," I say sarcastically.

"Where are you going?" She says looking at my ripped denim white jeans and a black singlet with my black converses.

"What makes you think that I'm going somewhere?" I ask chucking my hair in a bun.

She scoffs. "Firstly this is the fanciest I've seen you since one year ago, secondly you're wearing shoes and thirdly you put your hair up," she says looking at my brown plop.

"I always put my hair up," I grumble.

She shrugs. "It seems neater today," I scoff.

"Well I'm meeting up with dad" I say.

"Why are you dressing up if your meeting your father?" She asks in actual confusion.

Why must she disagree with every choice of mine? I try so hard to not glare at her and snap at her for questioning every motive of mine but I keep my mouth shut knowing that it will just cause problems which I dont need. Sam has always had strong opinions, it's not always a bad thing but sometimes it can be really irritating. 

"We are going to a restaurant and I haven't seen him in ages," I say eyeing her.

"You're going to a restaurant wearing those!" She points to my black converses, I scowl.

"These happen to be good shoes thank you very much" she snorts and walks to her cupboard and comes out with black heels.

"Now these are good shoes, you should wear them" my mouth opens wide.

As she said before, I'm just seeing my father so why should I put heels on too? I'm not going to go out of my comfort zone for her again. I am my own person, everyone is their own person and should make their own choices. Most people find it difficult to be Sam's friend because of the pressure she places on us. Don't get me wrong, I love her but sometimes she goes too far but I would never leave her because she was there for me in a time I didn't even recognise myself.

"Those death machines?! Uh, no thanks; you really hate me that much?" I place a hand over my heart pouting.

"Basically," she shrugs.

I grab my purse, it's probably one of the only fanciest things I've got. It's from Prada, it's gold and black. 

It's alright, Sam bought it for me on our best friend anniversary.

"Yay something nice!" She cheers and I glare at her.

"I'm looking very good thank you" I huff and grab my keys from the bench. I look myself over and hope Sam doesn't make any more comments about needing big hoop earrings or something. She once tried forcing me to get my helix done with her, but my pain tolerance isn't very high and I have a feeling I would pass out. 

"Have fun, drive safe and don't be out too long!" I give her a look.

"You're not my father," she grins.

"Sure I am," I roll my eyes with a small smile and open the front door.

She walks me to my car and I get in, I turn it on and back out of the driveway. I see her waving and I give a slight wave, now to see my father. The drive is long and slow, I just listen to music loudly and sing the entire way, 30 minutes later I arrive at the small fancy restaurant.