Anonymous Hacks Love

Chapter 11

My heart races, my mind thinking of all the worse things. Did I look stupid? Did Sam think my body was gross? Are they laughing at me? Whatever, I should see what they need. I mumble Angerly to myself as I dig out a pare of drawstring short shorts and a graphic T-shirt,
"This boy! who just walks into someone's room?"
Although I can't help to be happy that he's here. My hand reaches for the door, but my heart won't stop racing. Should I just act like that didn't just happen? I walk out of my room. Where are they? I hear talking in my kitchen,
"I've never been in a house like this, it's so dainty."
"That's one way to say it."
Says Lola, I roll my eyes to myself.
"Shut up guys!"
I hear Sam whisper shout. I stop to listen,
"We're here to cheer Rose up, I think she's sad."
Lola replies with sass,
"Or she just doesn't wanna talk to your annoying ass. Plus walking in on her nearly naked is one way to cheer her u-"
I walk into the room and everyone turns to me, I try to stay put together. No emotions, don't make it awkward Rose. The twins smirk at me and Sam leans awkwardly against the counter, brushing his hand over his flowy hair. It's kind of funny to see him so embarrassed, it's rare. He's usually so cocky. Lola walks up to me, she picks at my clothes then looks to Sam,
"Oh dear, I think you're right Sam. She is definitely depressed."
I roll my eyes at her, which makes her chuckle.
"I'm not depressed. What are you all doing here anyways?!"
Max interrupts Sam before he can explain,
"We're going to go out on the beach, you're coming!"
I raise an eyebrow at him,
"I am?"
          The twins nod in unison with a dorky smile. I look over to Sam, amused by his silence. Is he more embarrassed then I am? I wouldn't expect that from him, I'm sure he's seen plenty of girls naked. I stand there, staring at them for a moment. Are they serious? Lola throws her hands in the air and yells,
"Well let's go!"
          As she walks out she grabs my hand, dragging me behind her. I stumble over myself, looking back. Sam smiles at me, which makes me blush. Maybe he's not embarrassed? My blush makes his smile turn into a cocky smirk.

          We all get into a car, it looks different from Sams usual car. It's much larger, so we all can comfortably fit. I assume it's one of his cars though, as he sits in the drivers seat. Lola calls passenger seat, making James complain as he wants to sit in front. Sam yells to them,
"Rose gets passenger seat, vultures!"
Lola whines,
"Ugh, no fair."
          I try to offer it to her but Sam refuses, so I take the front seat. As Sam pulls out of my driveway I look over at Abbys house. She is staring at the car with a sad look in her eyes, she looks away once she notices me staring. Lola stares out the window and ask,
"Who's that hottie?"
I mumble back,
"My best friend."
          Sam glances at me as I stare out the window at her. Then Lola connects her phone to the Aux, blasting some rap song. Sam rolls down the windows. Everyone scream sings to the music except for Sam and I. I look at him, he has a small smile on his face. He looks content, which makes me smile as well. I stick my hand out the window and let the wind rush across it.

          The sun drops below the horizon as we get out of the car, nobody else is here. I follow Sam and everyone else to their yacht, like everything they own it looks expensive. Lola grabs my wrist and pulls me onto the yacht as she says,
"Well let them take care of this, I'll show you around."
Lola brings me into the indoor area, there's a lounge area with a mini kitchen to the side. One bedroom and one bathroom. Everything is pristine, sophisticatedly decorated with a white theme. I walk around the room as Lola sits on the sofa and follows me with her piercing blue eyes that contrast with her dark skin tone beautifully.
"I've never been inside one of these before, it looks much bigger then I thought it'd be."
I say to her. She laughs and pours herself a drink in a wine glass. She offers,
"Do you want one?"
"No thanks."
I have never really drank alcohol before, I never really have liked the idea of it either. Suddenly I hear a motor, then I stumble as the boat starts to move. After a few minutes the boys walk into the indoor area, they're laughing about something. Sam sits next to Lola. He looks at her with a teasing smirk,
"Wow already drinking."
I look away from them, why do I feel jealous? One of the twins says,
"Hey, I've got something better then that."
Lola gives them a knowing grin as they pull out what looks like cigarettes. I'm confused for a second, but then it hits me.
"Do you wanna hit it?"
Max says as he lights the blunt, he inhales it and blows the smoke out as he hands it to me. I take it nervously. My eyes look at it, then to Sam. His eyes pierce through mine and he stands.
"Hey, how about you don-"
I put the blunt to my lips and inhale slowly, making Sam go quiet. Why am I doing this? Before I can take another hit Sam takes it from me calmly. He eyes me as he takes a long inhale. It's like he sees right through me. Lola has a devilish grin as she watches us and takes her turn with the blunt. I start to feel dizzy, everything feels like it's in slow motion. Sams voice echoes through my ears,
"Come with me."
          I struggle to hear him with the music, when was there music? I reach for his hand instinctively, he looks back at me with a comforting expression. I know I can trust him. Sam leads me out of the indoor area, we are stopped in the middle of the beach. The boat rocks softly and it is quiet out here. I tilt my head up to the sky, millions of stars entrance me. Sam helps me sit down at the edge of the boat. I move my feet to put them in the water, but Sam stops me with a laugh. Before I know what's happening he is taking off my shoes for me. His voice stretches and sounds odd as he talks,
"Forgot to take your shoes off."
          Everything sounds muffled. As my feet go into the cool water I start to laugh uncontrollably, causing Sam to make that smirk. His smirk that says 'I'm trying not to laugh at you' it makes me feel special in a way. I find myself leaning towards him, my hand rest softly on his shoulder. My whole body leaning into his, leaving my face nearly touching his. He leans in, his lips brushing mine then he turns away and puts a hand on my arm.
"You're not in the right mindset right now."
I watch his mouth intently as he says those words that can't fully process. Reflections of him move slowly with every motion, with the sway of the boat. I feel something wet on my cheek, confused I take my hand away from his shoulder to wipe it away. I look down at the tear now smeared over my hand with the oddest expression on my face. Why am I crying? My eyebrow furrows. I blurt out,
"I-"
Then silence myself I don't know what to say, I don't know how to form my feelings into words. Sam runs his warm hand up and down my arm soothingly. His voice bringing my eyes back up to him,
"Don't let this make you think I don't want to kiss you."