One Smile

14: I Start To Feel Like the Parent

Sam POV

****The Sunday after the breakfast and Kyle's****

Yesterday night went really well. Unfortunately, I remember the lap dance. I also remember waking up in Jakes arms. I think I am starting to like Jake. He is kind, definitely hot, and okay with my weird personality. He checks all the boxes. He even carries me when I am too lazy to walk. What more can a girl ask for?

"Hey sweetie how was your weekend? I saw you and your brother came home this morning," dad says above his coffee mug.

"We stayed the night at a friends house. We drank a little and did not want to drive. How was yours? I haven't seen mom yet," I add. My parents are okay with us drinking and doing us. As long as we are smart and safe about it. They also have a no lie rule. They would rather us tell the truth so they can help us right away, instead of finding out later. I have always been open with them. Except for Brandon.

"I hope you were safe. Our weekend was great. We unpacked from our week trip and just lounged around like the lazy adults we are," dad explains.

"Speak for yourself my love, I am the opposite of lazy," mom argues as she comes in and places a kiss on his cheek. They are honestly too cute. They have been together since high school and they still act like horny teenagers. They are always finding excuses to kiss or touch, it is endearing but also disgusting. I can only walk in on them groping each other so many times before I start to feel like the parent.

"I am going to go for a run. I will see you later," I yell. I hear my parents teasing me about actually exercising as I start my jog.

As I run I feel like I am being followed. I have goosebumps. I am generally a paranoid person anyways, but this feels real. I look over my shoulder but I don't notice anyone. I decide to run to a coffee shop and get myself a chai. I hope that drinking something will calm me down.

When I get to the coffee shop I take out my headphones and order. As I am scrolling through Instagram the chair across from me gets pulled out and sat in. I look up and almost drop my phone. Brandon.

"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be leaving me alone," I hiss.

"Nice to see you too doll. Did you really think a letter from a lawyer and a threat from a dealer would scare me off. Bitches like you need to know where they belong. Sam Sam Sam, I am disappointed in you. Involving third parties, this is an issue between you and me," he adds with a wink. I try not to shiver and show my fear. If I act scared he will bulldoze me. Bullies always do.

"I like your hair better straight. You look homeless with this nappy hairstyle," he explains. "You are too pretty for hair like that Sam, you know I prefer your hair straight," he reaches out to touch it but I slap his hand away.

"I don't give a nugget how you like my hair. Also what do you mean nappy? And too pretty? God do you realize how racist you sound, being a pervert wasn't enough? Now leave," I hiss.

"Racist. I am just trying to help you out. No one takes you serious if you look like that," he shrugs.

"Fuck off. I am leaving," I scoot back. Before I can go he reaches out and stops me.

"I am here to make a deal. Leave people out of it and I won't release your nudes," he shrugs.

I choke on my spit. "NUDES? What nudes? I have never taken any," I hiss.

"I know."

"I don't believe you," I say. How would he have pictures of me that I have never taken.