Love Triangle (Wilkinson vs. Gilinsky)

5. Wilkinson

SHAY’S POV

I wake up in cold sweat. I feel disgusting. I look out my window and expect to see the sunrise as usual, but the sun is already up today. I check the time: 6:00 am.

I quickly open my weather app on my phone and it reads: 86 degrees F. Almost 90 degrees at 6 in the morning?

I jump in a cold shower and sigh in relief as the water runs through my hair and down my body. I think about last night with Jack, our bodies moving in sync and our kisses filled with lust. I walk out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself.

My heart skips a beat when I hear my phone buzz and the ID says Sam. I open the message and read, “Be ready in 30.”

I quickly dress myself in short shorts and a cute top. I toss my hair up into a messy bun, it was way too hot to not put my hair up. I apply a thin layer of makeup and walk downstairs for breakfast.

Just as I’m finishing my toast, I hear a honk in my driveway. I grab my backpack and walk out the door to Sam’s car.

"Good morning." I grin at him as I shut the door to the passenger seat.

"G’morning." He smiles back at me and pulls out of my driveway, "How was your weekend?"

"It was…fun." I say truthfully. Although there’s no way my weekend can be fully described in only one word. I look at Sam, "I’m glad I spent like, half of it with you." I look away before seeing his expression.

"I’m glad you did too." Sam parks in his usual spot in front of the school and turns his car off. We grab our things and Sam walks me to my first period. The stares behind my back turn into ‘hi’s’ and ‘glad to see you’re still alive.’ I smile and laugh eagerly with everyone, excited that they still remembered me from the party and that I didn’t embarrass myself too much.

When we got to my Calculus class, Sam smiles at me and quickly kisses my cheek. He turns and walks away fast.That was weird… But I’m not complaining.

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My school day passes quickly. I took my math quiz in first period, which turned out to be a lot easier than I expected, even though Jack’s still convinced he failed. Second through sixth period were a blur. Nothing significant happened, besides sharing stories from the party on Friday with some new friends I made. Katie was absent from school today, so I worked on my math homework during English class.

The bell rang, signifying the end of the school day. I walk out the main entrance and I’m engulfed in a heat wave. I make my way towards Sam in the parking lot, who was leaning against his car with his arms crossed and ray bans on.

"Sam, I’m dying." I say as I stand in front of him. 

He looks at me and laughs, “I am too! Get in.” He points to his car.

We jump into his car and blast the air conditioning. Before I know it, we pull into my driveway. “Thanks Sam,” I say as I jump out the car and into the steamy sunshine.

I run inside and sigh in relief as I feel the air conditioning circulate through my house. I run up the stairs and into my room. I immediately start to strip, wanting desperately to be wearing a sports bra and running shorts. I realize my window curtains are open and I walk over to close it before something catches my eye.

I look outside and see Sam washing his car, shirtless. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off him… The way the water splashes back onto him when he sprays it at his car; the way his wet hair looks when he runs his hand through it; the way—fuck it.

I run outside in my outfit from school and approach Sam. “Need some help?” I ask innocently.

He looks up and smiles at me, throwing me a sponge. “The more the merrier,” He grins.

I catch the soapy sponge and begin working on a window. The sun blazes down at us and I feel myself start to sweat, “Sam, spray me.”

"What?"

"Spray me, I’m burning up."

He grins mischievously and says, “Oh, I’d be honored to.”

Sam points the hose at me, covering the tip with his thumb. I feel the cold water soak through my clothes, causing them to stick to my body.

Sam laughs at me as I squeal and run through the freezing water.

"Sam! Oh my god, it’s so cold. You can stop! Sam, stop!" I giggle as I attempt to run away from his hose gun.

I pick up my soapy sponge and throw it at Sam, hitting him square in the chest. He watches me throw the sponge and hit him in the chest before he says, “Oh, you’re gonna get it now.”

"Oh no, I’m SO scared!" I say sarcastically and smile at him teasingly.

Sam lowers his eyes and plunges after me. I run away from him but he catches up to me easily. He grabs me by the waist and throws me over his shoulder effortlessly. My wet shirt rubs against his bare chest and I begin to hit his chest and thighs playfully, “Put me down, Sam!”

"Shh, there’s nothing to be scared of, Shay." Sam smirks, taking a wet and soapy sponge and squeezing it all over my body.

I squeal at the sudden sensation and he puts me down. I run and grab the nearest sponge and attack Sam with it, smearing it all over his naked top.

At this point, we’re both soaking wet and soapy from head to toe. As I throw my sponge down onto the ground and scream, “Ha!” in his face, Sam smiles at me and moves a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I stare into his pretty eyes and smile back. He caresses my face in his hands and leans in. Our lips press together and I smile through our kiss. Our tongues move in sync and I jump into his arms. Sam holds me up as I wrap my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck. He leans against his wet car and I deepen the kiss.

Just as I pull away and hold his face in my hands, Sam holds the hose to my head out of nowhere.

I squeal and jump out of his arms. “Sam!” I yell at him before wringing out my hair. He laughs at me and shrugs his shoulders, “Sorry not sorry.”

I lower my eyes and pounce on him, causing both of us to fall into the grass. Sam’s back lays parallel to the ground and I straddle him. He holds my waist lightly and I plant a single kiss on his lips. I pull away and say, “I better start getting ready for dinner.”

I get to my feet and walk away without looking back. I hear Sam shuffling behind me as he continues to wash his car.

I walk inside my house and I’m greeted with Daisy’s accusing looks. I ignore them and proceed to my room. I turn on the shower and strip off my soaking items of clothing. I turn on the warm water and think, ‘I am so screwed.’

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