Fuck The Rules | JJ Maybank

Chapter Three

"Too fancy" "Mmm too casual"

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It was almost noon when Samantha's eyes fluttered open only to be shut again with a groan. She threw her arm over her eyes to block out the rest of the light. She let out a groan and rubbed her eyes of sleepiness. She looked around her bedroom and for a moment was very confused as to where she was. She looked onto her nightstand and grabbed her phone, noticing how late it was. 

"Fuck," she mumbled to herself as she pulled the blankets off of her legs. She let out another groan at the difference of temperature from her nice warm to bed to the stark cold of her room. She flipped the blankets back onto her legs and sat her head upon her pillow to see her phone better. She opened Twitter and Snapchat replying to texts and looking at memes. 

After a few minutes of scrolling, she decided to actually get out of bed. She flung the blankets off of her body and pulled herself out of her bed. Her feet hit the cold hardwood floor and a shiver ran through her body. 

"Why is it literally freezing in here?" she asked herself, walking towards her closet. She grabbed a pair of white socks and grey sweatpants. She slid the socks onto her feet and the sweats onto her bare legs. She rummaged through her drawers to find a long sleeve shirt, which she slipped on after taking off the short-sleeved t-shirt. The shirt was fitted to her body and slightly cropped. 

She made her way downstairs into the large kitchen. She picked up a banana and took the peel off, throwing that away and biting into the yellow fruit. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the island scrolling through TikTok as she had her breakfast. 

"Look who finally decided to get up," she heard her dad say as he walked into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she turned to him.

"Well, I was up pretty late unpacking last night," she told him, with a tired expression. 

"Yeah me too. Plus the time zone thing has me all kinds of messed up," he said with a chuckle, taking a sip from Samantha's coffee cup. 

She grabbed the cup back with a slight nod of her head.

"Hey, dad?" she got his attention turning back to her phone.

"Yes sweety?" he turned to her with his eyebrows raised.

"So some people are having this party tonight, and I was wondering if I could go." she looked up at her father with a pleading look.

"Wow, leave it to Samantha Evans to get invited to a party the day she moves to town," he said with a proud smile on his face. He moved closer to her and ruffled her hair, much to Samanthas's displeasure. 

"So, can I go?" she asked him again.

"Sure, sweety. Just be careful. There are some pretty bad people on this island," he warns as he leaves the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee he poured himself during their conversation. She smiled and continued scrolling through TikTok until she went back into her bedroom.

She looked through her entire closet looking for something to wear to the party. 

Everything she pulled out she decided was "too fancy" or "too casual". 

Once she finally decided on an outfit she laid it out on her unmade bed and waltzed into her bathroom. She stripped out of her previous sweats and got into her shower. 

She was in and out of the shower in about 20 minutes, taking care to not cut herself with her razor as she shaved. 

She hopped out of the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel and secured another around her body. She opened the door to the bathroom and walked over to her desk to do a light makeup with a sharp winged eyeliner. Once she was pleased with her makeup she took her hair out of the towel and let it air dry for a few minutes. After her hair was mostly dry, she curled it with her curling iron. By the time she was finished her hair and makeup, it was almost time for her to get going. 

She put on her outfit, which she was very proud of. It consisted of a short spaghetti strap leopard print dress with a black long sleeve turtle neck underneath. She also slid on a pair of dark pantyhose and white socks with a little ruffle at the top that would stick out the top of her combat boots. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt very confident in how she looked. 

As she sat at the end of her bed, slipping on her boots, she looked back up at the mirror. She stood and moved closer to it. She turned to the side and rested her hand on her hip as she turned around and looked herself over. 

"Fuck," she breathed out, to herself. She continued to poke a prod at herself in the mirror until her phone lit up on her bed. She turned away from the mirror and stalked to her bed and grabbed the phone from where it sat. It was a text from one of her friends from back home. 

"Don't forget to get super tan for us girlie! ☀️❤️" it read. She smiled at her phone until she realized what time it was. She quickly grabbed an oversized windbreaker from her closet and skipped down the stairs. She passed her father, who was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a book.

"Dad, I'm headed out," she told him as she peered into the living room.

"Oh okay, hun. Lemme see your outfit," he asked with a smile as he looked up from his book. He smiled as the twirled for him in the living room with an awkward smile on her face.

"Kay, I'm going now," she told him, walking to the front door. She grabbed her keys off the table by the front door and went out to climb into her car. She drove down the winding road the boys had shown her the day before. 

When she arrived, she pulled into a small area to park and turned her car off. She sat in her car for a few minutes with her head back and eyes closed. She just breathed for a few moments until she felt ready to face the large crowd. 

She pulled herself out of the car and made sure to lock it behind her. She walked down the short path to get to the beach area. The closer she got to the party, the louder it got, the foggier her head got. 

As she stepped through the last bit of woods, she stumbled into the middle of the party. She looked around the small area at all of the sweaty bodies, desperately trying to find some balance against a piece of driftwood. Her eyes scanned the place until they landed on the familiar boy from the day before.