THAT GIRL.

Three.

AFTER SCHOOL

I got home at about 3, and realized Carly hadn't texted me back yet.

"Hey, u decided yet?" I quickly texted her, and then made my way to the front door, unlocking it with my key. I loved my apartment, mostly because it was all mine, since my parents had decided I needed to grow up and get a place to live, and a job, I had lived here.

Even though I hadn't graduated high school they said it would 'prepare' me for the real world. Honestly, I think it's because they were sick of coming home ever weekend seeing how many parties I had had during the week. But hey, that was their fault for leaving me alone way too long.

The only part that really sucked was the job, working for one of my dad's offices, as an assistant. I mean, I loved the people I worked with, even though I'd slept with all the girls there, everyone was still really cool. It was the fact that I had to do stuff for other people, when my dad basically owned the whole place.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, seeing it was Carly, I opened it.

"sorry bbe, got cheer prc. I'll see u tmrw?" Damn, I forgot she was a cheerleader, but, then again that only added to her mild hotness factor.

"kk. I'll b waiting. ;-)" I always added the winky face to make sure the girls realized all I really wanted was sex.

Some girls didn't get that though, and clung onto me like life support, whenever I tried to break up with them. Like Macy one of my most recent girls, who had been totally chill at the beginning, and then got way too attached. When I finally got the point across that we were over, she had made it her job to go around telling the school, mostly the girls, how I had broken her heart. Funny thing was, I just grinned at the girls who came up and confronted me, and they usually went home with me afterward. Oh, chicks, I swear most of them are blonde, even if their hair color isn't.

I opened up the fridge and stared at the empty insides, damn. I forgot to go shopping. I grabbed my keys from the counter, locked my door, and went back to my car. Getting in, I turned up the radio, and started heading towards the grocery market.

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V.

As I hopped out of my truck, slamming the door, I dug through my bag trying to find my keys. Groaning I realized I'd left them in my locker. Being too lazy to go all the way back to that hellhole, I walked into the back yard, and praised myself for leaving the window open that morning. The only suck part, was that it was on the second floor. I looked around the yard for something for me to stand on, and saw the crappy plastic table. Perfect.

I dragged it to the side of the house, and climbed on top of it, it shook for a second, then, thanking myself again for deciding to wear my tallest pair of wedges today I pulled myself onto the roof of the first floor. Brushing off my clothes, I stood up and opened the window a bit more, so I could squeeze inside.

That's when my clumsiness began to kick in, and I tumbled right onto my bed. Praising my flawless landing skills, I walked out of my room, and down the stairway to unlock my door. Only to hear noises coming from the kitchen. I skidded to a stop on the stairs and crept down them, thanking myself for investing in carpet on the stairs. I peered around the corner into the kitchen and saw him. Standing there, eating some of my food, acting like he owned the place. Infuriated, didn't even begin to describe my feelings at that moment. I stomped down the stairs and stood right in front of him.

"GET. OUT. NOW." I screamed at the tops of my lungs.