Forgotten Stars (Sam Wilkinson)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Can we please, please leave now? I can't stand mom anymore" I whispered into my brother's ear while my mother kept telling us the safety rules. Jack giggled and shook his head.

"And remember, never go out alone at night, specially you, y/n" I nodded trying to avoid rolling my eyes; my mom could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. I grabbed my suitcase and purse and carried them outside, where Jack car was already on. I accommodate them in the trunk before jumping on the front seat.

"If you are out of money, just call me, yeah?" she said while Jack drove backwards with the intention of taking the car out of the garage. She was following us anyway, still wearing her sleeping gown and her pink sleepers.

"Yeah mom, don't worry" my brother said putting his sunglasses on.

"I can't believe my babies are leaving for the whole summer," she whispered with her hand on her chest, and I could swear she was at the edge of crying. We were leaving for the summer, not for the whole eternity. But I guessed that's how mothers worked.

"We'll be fine mom, promise. Bye" I exclaimed as Jack increased the speed. I waved through the window. From the rear view mirror, I saw how she stood still staring intently at the car. When we turned right, disappearing from her view, I let out the air I had been holding.

"So here we go," I said putting my feet up on the dashboard.

"Yeah, I still can't believe how she let us spend the summer on our own. I don't believe she let you"

"Why me?" I asked copying his tone of voice.

"You know, you are the little girl," He said smirking

"Shut up" I exclaimed shoving his arm.

"So, who is staying in the house again?"

"Jack was the first on to sign up," he laughed.

Jack, or mostly known as Johnson was Jack best friend since like forever. It's funny because they had the same name, fact they used to say that their friendship was 'fucking real' or something. For me, Johnson was like a brother. He was probably the funniest person I knew, like it was guaranteed that you would have a great time if he was around.

"Well that was almost predictable" I smirked rolling my eyes. They were inseparable and did everything together, literally. "Who else?"

"Well and Cass, but you know that" I nodded; my best friend was coming too. I had known her since I was five and we were like, unbearable for everyone else, when we were together. And that's what I loved more about our friendship: That special thing we had that only we were able to understand. "Mike was coming but he has summer work or something"

"Dork" I laughed, "It's going to be awesome, just the four of us" I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath.

"Actually" he exclaimed nervously, I opened one eye. He scratched his neck and took his eyes off the road to look at me.

"Jack" I said, "Is someone else coming that I'm not aware of?"

Please, don't tell me he is coming, please, Jack, please. He nodded as if he knew what was on my mind. Holy crap, my summer was officially ruined.

"I don't know why you don't like him though"

"You have to be kidding me, I fucking hate him, he is so egocentric and narcissist and..."

Jack cut me off, "Chill Y/n, if you ignore him, he won't bother you"

"Hell yeah, I'm ignoring him" He laughed and I rolled my eyes, "You do realize you've just ruined my whole summer, right?"

"You are so dramatic" he chuckled.

After two hours or so, we reached Wolf Bay. It was our first time here but we had heard that they had the sickest parties here in summer, so the guys were more than convinced to stay in this town. The house Johnson had picked up was huge and stunning. It was located right in front of the beach, like instead of walking out to the backyard, you walked out to the beach. Sick.

There was no other car there, so we supposed we were the first ones arriving. We took the suitcases off the truck and took everything inside.

"Jesus Christ" I looked around and came to the conclusion the house couldn't be more breathtaking. It was perfect. On the right, there was a huge kitchen, which included and island and ivory furniture. On the left, there was this huge living room, with an enormous TV and leather coaches.

"I know" Jack said under his breath

Just then, we heard some noises outside and before we could look out the window, the Sam Wilkinson entered the house. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, well, Johnson really has taste" he said leaving his suitcase in the floor. He took his sunglasses off and glanced at me.

"Hey Y/n" he winked and an urgent feeling of puking hit my body.

"Hello Wilkinson" I said not looking at him and heading towards the kitchen. I sat in one of those high chairs and started scrolling down social medias.

"What's up with her?" Sam asked to my brother, who just shrugged, shook his hand and hugged him.

I hated him, I hated the fact that he flirted with every single girl alive in this world, I hated that he was so egocentric, I hated that he loved himself and thought every single person turned around him. I hated him. I hated when he talked with that superior tone as if he was the fucking president or something, I hated that he was the center of attention all the time. I fucking hated him.

And I couldn't believe I was spending a whole summer, in the same house, with him.