Connor and I turn around to see Matthew mad as hell, staring with his devil eyes at me.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?'
'Dancing? What does it look like?' I shoot back at him.
'Well who the hell is this?'
'This is Connor, my date'
'Uhm, and how about your boyfriend?'
'I don't have one'
'Don't mess around Sammi, this isn't funny anymore. I accept your revenge'
'No you don't get it do you? I am tired of you being rude to me, and that was the last straw. We are done and we will never get back together unless you clean up yourself'
'Oh so you're with this guy now?'
'No-' I try to say but he cuts me off.
'You little slut'
'Don't talk to her like that' Connor pushes in. And that's when I realize that everyone is looking at us. Everyone.
'Oh, you're her little protector, her little boyfriend. Well she's just a skank, and EVERYONE knows it'
Now you're probably thinking, Samantha, keep your cool. It's fine, just walk away.
That's exactly the opposite of what I did.
I slapped his face with all the strength in my arm and then I kicked him in the nuts with my high heels. Then I threw some curse words at him, which I probably shouldn't say. And then I stormed out of there trying not to trip.
Connor called after me and I ofcourse ignored him, but he refused to stop calling my name.
'SAMANTHA!'
'WHAT? What do you want?' I am so annoyed right now.
'Let me give you a ride home, it seems like you had a rough night and it doesn't seem like you have someone coming to pick you up'
'EXCUSE ME?'
'I mean, it's just, you probably thought your boyfriend was going to drive you home, but he's obviously not now, so..'
'Where's your car' I know I sound rude, but seriously, he's getting on my nerves and my junior prom is ruined.
He points towards his Volkswagen and I hop in carrying my dress.
The car reaks of man perfume (a.k.a Boss Cologne) and I can see a pack of doritos on the floor. There is absolute silence until he turns on the radio and some Bridgit Mendler song comes on. I don't care for her, I just hate how I look like her because people always ask me if I'm her.
'Well, I thought you looked nice tonight, if that makes you feel better'
'I did. But he ruined my night and brought out the mean in me. Sorry about that'
'Why are you sorry? It was funny to see you kick his butt. Plus, best prom ever. Who cares if I didn't have a date?'
I can't help but do a half smile at his comment. I've never actually noticed how blue his eyes were and how dark his hair was.
'Is your hair dyed or are you wearing contacts?' I blurt out but then I cup my hands over.
He laughs and then runs his fingers through his dark brown hair/black hair, I can't tell which one it is. I would say it's more dark brown.
'Neither. My hair used to be blonde when I was a kid, but it just got browner over the years, and I was born with blue eyes. You know, people with brown hair can have blue eyes, right?'
'Pfft, yes' I reply and he laughs.
When we get back to my house, he says goodbye but I don't leave his car just yet.
'Wait. Give me your phone' I tell him.
I dial in my number under 'Samantha' and a little smiley emoji next to it. I then give him a kiss on the cheek (just as appreciation, I don't actually like this guy).
'Thanks for making my night better after that horrible mess'
'It was my pleasure, Ms Samantha. If he gets in your way I'm always here' He says and smiles. I smile back at him and wave goodbye as I enter my house.
Tonight wasn't that bad.
Authors Note:
Looooooong Chapter. Should I start writing chapters like this? Hope you all liked it:)
I'll update soon.
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