I grabbed my shorts and a tank top and put them on then grabbed my shoes and threw my hair up. I opened my window making sure not to wake my dad and hopped out. The night sky was always beautiful. I walked up to Sams drive way "hey spence" he waved from his back yard
"Hi Samantha" I joked opening the gate
"Ready to get creamed?" He asked winking at me
"In your dreams" I winked back grabbing the ball
After 10 minutes I was winning 7-3 "god dammit" Sam huffed bending over and resting his hands in his knees "what are you?" He laughed standing back up
"A soccer pro" I laughed
"Well damn" he laughed "let's go". He charged towards me stealing the ball, but tripping me. He grabbed the small of my back and held me there "sorry" he smiled
"No problem" I laughed. He started to lean his head in, but just before our lips touched we were interrupted
"SPENCER MARIE SMITH!!!" My father yelled
"Sam I have to go" I pushed my self up and ran towards my house
"Wait spencer!" Sam called out. I didn't bother turning around to look at him. I had to get home before things got worse.
And they did.
"Dad I was practicing" I exhaled
"I'm sure you were" he rolled his eyes walking towards me "you were probably out screwing that boy"
"No, we were practicing soccer" I yelled
"Don raise your voice at me" he inched closer to me and my breath hitched in my throat "you think your badass don't you!"
"No" I shook my head backing up a little more
"Whore" he spat at me raising his hand. I felt years stream down my face as I closed my eyes.
***
I woke up an hour before my alarm. I walked to my bathroom and looked at myself. My mascara was smeared down my face from crying. I grabbed a wash cloth and wiped my eyes "bastard" I whispered looking at my eye which had turned blue and purple over night. I grabbed my concealer and dabbed it on my eye, wincing at the pain, trying to cover up the bruise. I put my eye liner on and some brown eye shadow "great" I mumbled looking at my eye, which was now a light shade of blue. I walked to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and my brothers varsity football sweatshirt.
"Nice eye killer" Sam joked
"Thanks" I laughed walking past his truck
"So what happened?" He asked catching up to me
"Oh I was in the shower and I was holding the shower head so I could shave my legs and slipped and the shower head hit me" I laughed running my arm
"Wow bravo" he laughed clapping "and I thought I was clumsy"
"Shut up" I laughed pushing him
"Tonight Leigh's part, you're coming with me" he exclaimed "and I won't be taking no for an answer, you have zero friends and I'm planning and getting you some friends" he laughed
"I have you and Rose" I threw my hands up and furrowed my eyes brows while smiling "that's all I need"
"Oh sweetie no" he shook his hand walking in front of me now
"Whatever" I rolled my eyes smiling
"I'll pick you up around 7" he smiled walking away towards his soccer friends
***
"Come on loser" sam hollered from outside. My dad was away for business for the test of the week so I was safe to go out.
"Jeez" I laughed getting into his truck "get a smaller car" I protested reaching for his hand to pull me up
"Maybe you shouldn't be so short" he laughed
"Maybe you shouldn't be so tall Mr. Manprise" I laughed pointing at his pants
"They hug the knees" he laughed displaying his knees
"Ow ow" I joked clapping
"Thanks you, thank you" he laughed "we need to go"
We pulled up to Leigh's house. Of course it was huge. Why wouldn't it be. She was loaded "hi Sam" Leigh greeted him as we walked towards her house "hi spencer" she rolled her eyes "come on Sam" she grabbed his hand dragging him into the house. Sam then grabbed mine. His larger hand made my small hand disappear
"You okay?"' he asked as we got into the kitchen
"Peachy" I laughed
"Drink?" He offered me
"Nope" I shook my head "and neither are you" I took the bottle from his hands
"What?!" He protested
"You're driving home" I laughed
"Just one" he begged
"No" I crossed my arms
"Fine, but.." He poked my side and grabbed the bottle chugging it before I could grab it again
"Dammit Sam" I laughed. He just smiled at me grabbing my hand and taking me to the bonfire in the back
After about 10 minutes I started to shiver "cold?" He asked
"A little" I smiled rubbing my hands along my arms
"Here" he handed me his sweatshirt "I don't need it"
"Thanks" I smiled pulling it over my head
"But if I do get cold I can always just do this" he pulled me on to his lap "see all warm" he laughed cuddling up to me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. There was no way we were going home tonight.
