The Nerd

Game On

I shut the apartment door behind me, slipping my shoes off and throwing my keys on the counter.

"Where in the hell have you been?" Clayton ask furiously from in the living room.

I look over to see Declan, Clayton, Tim, Jon and a couple other boys sitting around in our tiny living room.

"Having a gangly reunion?" I ask sarcastically, raising my eyebrows.

Clayton's face fills we a serious expression, his nostrils flaring with anger.

"Not in a joking mood." I mumble, looking down at my fuzzy sucks.

"No not in a joking mood," Clayton starts, getting up and walking to me, "You disappear without saying where you're going and no one can get ahold of you!"

I roll my eyes, "I guess I wasn't getting any calls, it's fine." I say, bored.

"No! It is not fine, cause last time no one could get ahold of you, you were kidnapped by your supposed boyfriend!" He yells, stopping a couple feet in front of me.

My eyebrows furrow together as my body also fills with anger, "I don't need a babysitter Clayton, I can go and do what I want as I please."

"Oh really? Cause I told you not to say a damn thing to Cash about the letter till we figured it out, I warned you and what did you do? Just that! And look where it got you. Pull your head out of your ass Sam. Some people actually care!"

I nod, looking down at my shoes, "I'm going to my room." I mumble annoyed, I push past him and walk to my room, slamming the door.

******

I slowly roll over as my phone rings, signaling a text message.

I sigh leaning over to the nightstand, picking up my phone.

Cash-

'I swear to you Samantha, I'll make it up to you.'

I groan, throwing my phone down on my bed as I sit up.

I pull up my hair into a quick messy bun, throwing my blankets back and slipping on my sweats and a shirt.

I open my bedroom door, the boys voices engulfing my ears.

I walk out into the living room, making my way to the kitchen.

"Morning Sam." All the boys say, as they continue playing their game on the big flat screen.

I give them a slight smile and open the fridge, pulling out the orange juice and setting it on the counter.

I grab myself a glass out of the cabinet and pour myself some juice before sealing the cap on it and placing it back in the fridge.

"Where's Clayton?" I ask, taking a sip from my cup.

"Balcony." Tim says.

I nod, making my way to the double doors.

I open one, stepping out onto the balcony as Clayton's back faces me, shutting the door behind me.

The morning sun shines bright, it's pretty cool out with an occasional breeze.

I walk up next to Clayton, leaning my elbows against the railing as I hold my cup with both hands.