Hanging with Boys (sequel to Boarding with Boys)

Hanging with Boys (3)

Here's the next part! Enjoy!

Samantha's POV

So after the hours of watching the boys eat, okay, I was exaggerating. It was more like almost half an hour. It felt like eternity though, watching the guys munch and crunch the food like there was no tomorrow. As if this would be there last meal. Anyway, after they finally finished eating, they wanted to go out for a swim. Forget the waiting half an hour crap. They didn't bring anything so Jace brought over the ones he had and Skylar lent them some. I went up into my room and took out the only fitting swim suit, which unfortunately for me, was a shiny gold bikini that looked and felt like a layer of skin. I sighed. I knew I should've went with my mom when she offered to get me a new swimming suit. Leave it to my mom to torture me. I wrapped a towel around my body tightly as I descended the stairs, glaring at my mom on the way outside. My mom must've realized I was wearing the bikini because she smiled widely at me. She might as well be jumping up and down and squealing.

When I got to the pool, I dropped the towel quickly and jumped in the pool before anyone could see me. No such luck. The guys were staring at me. My brother was too, but more like a what-the-heck-are-you-wearing sort of stare. He swam over to me and covered me up.

"What are you wearing?" he demanded.

"A bikini," I said in a 'DUH!' tone. He raised his eyebrows.

"Since when does my baby sister wear one of those?" he asked.

"Mom," I said simply. He nodded. He knew my mom. My dad, whenever he tells us of how she was back at the boarding school, would always say how sweet she was and all that. Now, she's like a devil. According to me anyway. Ever since I could remember, she would stuff me in anything pink, frilly, ridiculous stuff her thin fingers could touch. She was really disappointed when I realized I hated wearing stuff like that, which was when I turned 7. I stopped wearing what my mom wanted me to wear and had my own little style, which really isn't much of a style if you thought about it.

"Go put something else on," Skylar told me. I looked beyond his broad shoulders and saw that the guys were still staring at me. I stuck my tongue at them and focused on my brother again.

"I wish I could. This is all I have. Don't worry, Sky. It'll be a one time thing," I assured him. He sighed and nodded, swimming away from me. I swam over to the guys and waved in their faces. Callum was the first to snap out of it.

"Sorry darling," he said in what I assume is his gay voice. Now that I think about it, his so called 'gay' voice sucks. It sounds deep and manly as ever. Maybe even more so than the rest of the guys.

"Just remember, I'm one of the guys. Eyes up and away from my chest," I said sternly. They all nodded, looking dazed.

"You are definitely not a guy. Man, no way," Cory muttered. I raised my eyebrows and smacked the side of his head. He looked up at me and smiled sheepishly.

"Eyes up!" I ordered.

"Oh, come on, Sammy. We're guys. And we tend to stare at a certain area," Jace said.

"That's a lame excuse, Jace," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey what did you expect. We've known you for years, and until now, you've looked like a guy," Jace said, shrugging.

"Should I be flattered that I used to look like a guy?" I asked.

"I don't know. You should dress like this more often, Sam," Jace said, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. I groaned.

"Perv," I muttered and splashed him with water. He splashed me back and soon all of us were splashing each other.

Jace's POV