Tricks Of The Trade

Chapter 9 - Underwear and snobby grandmas

"Your fucking crazy" he tells me. I smirk, helping him hobble down the street. "Yeah, that's me" I lift his glasses off the ground and hand them to him, brushing the dirt off my hands. He balances on one leg, using one hand to put the glasses on. He's got light blonde hair and brown eyes. An unusual combination. He also has silver braces on his teeth. In other words, he's a total cutie. Long dark lashes frame his sparkling brown eyes. He smiles a charming smile. Apparently it's contagious. Before I know it I'm smiling too. "Are those fake glasses?" I ask, motioning to his thick geek frames. He shakes his head. "Unfortunately not" I nod to myself.

I swear, if he was any cuter Disney would own the rights to him...

He studies my face with a thoughtful expression. My cheeks heat up considerably. "What?"

"I'm just thinking of the irony of the situation." I raise my eyebrow.

"Go on.." I'm genuinely intrigued by his statement. " he smirks. "Girls are meant to be the damsels in distress. A few minutes ago I was the one getting the shit kicked out of me and not being able to do anything because of this fucking broken leg and you showed up. You punched a guy for me for fuck sakes! It's like your the knight in shining armour. Your one crazy ass bitch" I smile cheekily.

"Tricks of the trade my friend, people always remember the unexpected"

"Well damn your something else..." He mutters, a smile appearing on his face. I smile back. "I don't even know your name" he realises.

"Libby" I tell him. He smiles again. His smile is fucking adorable.

"Libby" my name rolls off his tongue in the most perfect way. I can't help but smile again. "I'm Dylan" he says. "It suits you" I compliment. He does a cute half smile and I melt a little.

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(Sam's P.O.V)

"SAMANTHA HART GET DOWN HERE" she calls.

"NO FUCKING WAY MOM" I scream.

"YOUR NOT COMING OUT OF THAT BATHROOM UNTIL YOU WEAR THAT DRESS"

I sigh, running a hand through my auburn hair. What the fuck do I do?

So my grandma is coming to visit today and the thing about it is that she's a stuck up bitch that hates me. She wishes I was some rich, stuck up, snobby kid like my evil cousin Victoria. My mom likes to suck up when she's visiting so she makes me wear these ridiculously ugly dresses.

Today I decided to rebel against this horrible tradition of hideously outdated dresses and I refused to put it on this time. So I went to get a shower and I brought in a pair of leggings and a crop top to put on when I got out.

I stepped into the shower and I heard the door open and shut quickly. When I got out my outfit was gone and in it's place was the ugly dress that my mom laid out for me. Obviously I squealed and complained about it but she locked my bedroom door so that i can't go in there and get clothes.

Basically I refuse to put on that fucking dress. I wrap the towel around myself and pick up my phone. I call Libby. No answer. I call again, and again. Still no answer.

Pick up

Pick up

Pick up

Fuck she's not picking up.

What about David? My subconscious mind asks me. I'm calling him before I can think about it anymore. He picks up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"David!"

"What?"

"I have a problem"

"Girl shit? Call Libby"

"She's not picking up and I need help"

"What do you need?"

"Can I come over in like 5 minutes?"

"Why?"

"Please"

"Sure" I hang up.

Okay, deep breaths Sam.

I go downstairs.

"Goodness gracious girl!" My grandmother shrieks. My mom's jaw drops open.

"Samantha!" I smirk.

"Well I wasn't going to wear that dress so I guess this towel will have to do" i smile innocently, flashing my teeth.

"You are not going to have dinner with your grandmother in a towel!" My mom's fuming. "Of course I'm not" I chirp. I drop the towel so that I'm in my underwear. "DEAR LORD!" My grandma shouts, nearly falling off her chair. "SAM!" My mom growls. "IF YOU DON'T GET UPSTAIRS AND CHANGE INTO YOUR DRESS I WILL-"

"You'll what mom? Ground me? Take my phone away from me? Go ahead! I'm sick to death of living under your rules! I'm nothing like Victoria and I refuse to change myself or wear disgusting clothes to please this stuck up bitch." I snap, pointing at my grandma.

"Watch your tone young lady!" My grandma snaps. Her wrinkled face goes beetroot. "No! NO I WON'T!" I shout. I look from my mom's face to my grandma's face and back. "Nice try mom" I smirk. "I'm out of here" I walk out of the house, still in my underwear and walk down the road towards David's house.