Sam's P.O.V.
"Just kidding, we're here and we're safe." Nash said, cheerfully.
This bastard.
I got out of the car still blindfolded. "Can I take this stupid blindfold off now?" Nash hestitated a little and said, "Hold on. Let me get our phones and turn off the car"
I waited for at least two minutes. I felt really awkward standing in the parking lot of whatever this place is. I wonder if there's anyone watching me, thinking that I'm such a freak standing in a parking lot at a public place.
"Mommy, why does that girl have a blanket over her eyes?" A little girl asked her mom. I'm guessing the little girl is pointing at me.
"I think her boyfriend is suprising her." the mom said. I can feel my cheeks burn hot when she called Nash my boyfriend. But then I forwned when I remembered that Nash probably does this to every other girl.
No, don't think that. This week is suppose to be a good week. Try to enjoy it with Nash. Sure he can be a big flirt, but why don't we just look through that and pretend he's a nice guy.
Pretend.
I hear the car door slam. "Okay, I'm set. Okay, I'll manuevuer you around. Watch out for that rock in front of you." Nash said.
"Why would there be a rock in front me?" I asked, with an amused smile.
"Because we're going to see your ancestors." Nash replied. I scrunched my eyebrows, "My ancestors?"
Nash laughed, "Yeah, your ancestors. A lot of people visit them. They look awfully a lot like you."
"Nash.." I said, strecthing out the 'a' in his name. "Yes." Nash said, strecthing the 'e', imitating me.
"Where the hell are we?!" I asked, annoyed because I can't put my finger on where my ancestors would be.
We could be a a museum but my ancestors aren't even famous enough to be in a museum. So why would Nash bring to a museum as a date.
Because it's not a date.
"Okay, now you may take off your blindfold." Nash said.
My hand zipped right to my face to the blindfold, ripping it off.
I gaped, "Nash, you jerk!"
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RomantikSamantha Marie Brown, never had intend on falling in love so early in the 12th grade, but too late! She hateD (notice the 'd') Nash Sanchez more than anything! He's the number one player and bad boy at her school. She would do anything to avoid him...