Savior

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April 8, 2015

Today I was going to the shoot of Where Art Thou, a song produced by Dillon, Nate, and Sam. I knew there would be girls there and that did make me a bit uncomfortable.

I continued to sit on the side as the guys rehearsed before the females came. I watched Dillon as he spoke to the DJ about how to work the equipment. It made me laugh.

Dillon nodded me over so I took the seat on the pool chair. "You good?" He asked. I laughed, "I'm fine Dill."

"In case you get uncomfortable let me know, I'll stop everything." He grins as he sets his arm over my shoulder. "I think I'll be fine." I laughed removing his arm. He smirked, "Always did play hard to get with me."

"You're delusional." I laughed. He laughed too and shrugged, "Or is it that you're in denial?"

"I'm highly sure that's a no for me." I chuckled. He laughs and shakes his head, "One day."

"Perhaps not?" I chuckled walking back to the seats behind the cameras.

Sam, Nate, and Dillon began messing around by the pool as the girls touched them. I cringed as they danced next to the guys.

Then they stopped for Dillon's part and he began his rap into the camera. I laughed and shook my head. I always liked his voice when he rapped.

After that, it was Sam's part. He sat back for 10 minutes as he looked over all the girls. He turned to me and smirked, "How 'bout you baby?". I laughed, "How 'bout no." He laughed and looked back to the girls until he picked one and headed to where he'd be shooting his verse. We all followed as I watched her run her hand over him. They began shooting and he started his verse.

He looked completely sexy and she just looked trashy. When it was finished I pulled him to the side, "Seriously that one? Ew."

He laughed, "I asked you. You said no."

"You hardly asked." I smugly replied. He rolled his eyes and licked his lips, "So if I did ask nicer you would've said yes?"

"Hell no," I say.

"Exactly." He laughs.

"Whatever, I just thought you'd have better taste," I explained. I didn't want him to see the jealousy.

"Hmm, then what does that say about you?" He laughs, walking away. I catch up with him and grab his shoulder, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Maybe because I like you. And you're my type." He smirks. "I highly doubt you have a type, Samuel."

"I'm kidding baby, come here." He laughs.

"You're joking, right? You smell like a baby prostitute." I say disgusted. "Then why don't you hug me and make me smell like you?" He smiles.

"Because that girl's fragrance is so strong, I'd smell like one." I fuss. He laughs loudly and moves closer, our bodies touch, "Give it a try." I look at him at scoff, "No thanks."

He leans in and as much I want to jerk away, I don't.

I honestly wanted to rip his clothes off. Badly. But I knew my place.

I could never.