The One I Never Wanted

5.

"What song is this?!" I screamed at Rachel. She shakes her head. Emma rushes over to us. "Who cares! We graduated!" Then she starts jumping up and down to the beat. She never really master the dancing art.

Rachel looks at her funny and rolls her eyes. That's our Emma. We finally get off the dance floor six songs later. "Whoa! Let's get a drink." I stare at Emma. "We are still under age." She rolls her eyes. "Play along for once." She all's up to the bartender with flirty eyes and a couple hair flips. Suddenly she's back with six shots of Tequila. Again a sigh a her. I drink it because I know she won't leave me alone.

As I feel the burn going down my throat I see a familiar figure on the wall. Samson. I swallow air and fix my dress. Pulling it down a little like it would help make it appear longer. All it did was low it up top. Showing more of my chest. Once he knows I spotted him he slowly makes his way over. Very slowly almost like he was teasing me. He looked so good. All black like any other time. Are there only black clothes in his closet? Black shirt, black pants, black shoes. Almost like he is a shadow. Trying to blend in to the background. Now I'm wondering how long he has been standing there.

"Hello little Joe." I think I'm going to faint. I haven seen him in months but it's like he has been here along. Am I breathing to deep? I think I am because his eyes keep flicking to my chest then to my eyes. Does he want me? Oh goodness. I think I want to leave now. "Hi Sam. I didn't think you would come." He smirks. "I've been here long before you arrived. I watched you dance with your friends. By yourself. I have to keep an eye on what is mine. Don't I?" He's circling me as he speaks. He is always moving so slow and teasingly. "I didn't dance with anyone but them." He nods I'm agreement. "That's right, Lil Joe. You should dance with anyone but me. No one touches what is mine. It's that right, sweetheart?" I feel his breath on my neck. "Yes." He trails his hand up my back through the opening in my dress.  I feel the little hairs rise on my skin. I feel our lips inch closer then...

"Hey Sammy!" Emma yells at the two of us as she nears. We both turn to look at her. Getting pulled out of our own little world. I swear I hear a growl. "Good evening. Emma. Rachel." He says both of their names in greeting. Rachel joins our little circle as we migrate to the table. I just want to get out of here but I have to at least wait 20 minutes for Emma to suggest it. The leader of all outings in our group when she is ready to go we all go. I plan on breaking from the group tonight. I glance at Samual. He's looking at me and my heart hasn't slowed down seems he joined us. Emma flags down a waiter for another round and Sam raises a brow. "It was her idea. I didn't want any." I whisper in his ear. I'm pretty sure I'm drunk or close to it. As I'm getting so close to him I'm basically on his lap. He just stares at me. I feel like I have had my last drink for tonight. He pulls me completely on his lap. So our foreheads are touching. "Rachel and I are going to dance lovebirds!" I think Sam gives her some form of response for I never looked her way.

"So my little Joe. You're not going home tonight you do know this?" I lick my lips. His eyes follow. "Yes, I know. My parents know I'm not coming home anyway." His eyes darken in appreciation. "Good. Let's leave Lil Joe." He stands uplifting me with him. We quickly say goodbye to the girls and get to his car. "Is anyone waiting at home for you?" He asked me as I buckled in. "No one." I'm all alone for tonight. "Good. I am taking you back to my room tonight. I have something to share with you. Are you ready for me tonight, lil joe?"

Oh yes I am.