Anonymous Hacks Love

Chapter 13

AN: sorry it took so long to write this chapter! Something happened to me and I've not been doing good mentally. :( I'll try to catch up and write more, enjoy! (The next chapter should come out by tomorrow)

Why does he have to be so confusing, does he want me or does he not? Its not so hard to figure out, is it? I begrudgingly put on an oversized shirt from the closet, leaving my wet clothes hung up to dry. I tightly pull a pillow over my face and try to resist the urge to scream. I'm not any better after all. I don't even know what I'm doing, but I do know that I want his body next to my own. I've never wanted that before, I've always recoiled at any physical contact. Even when I've had feelings for someone, it always made me so nervous to be touched. I lay in the dark, my eyes becoming heavy.

The next morning Sam acted normal, although he didn't talk to me. I caught him glancing at me, but once we made eye contact he would look away. It was like that the whole drive back. Before I walk back to my house Lola yells to me,
"Let's go to the club tomorrow!"

She says with a wink. Before I can say anything she rolls up her window. Now I am here, in my house again. The day passes by like normal, I am starting to feel better, even though I am still confused by Sam. My mind can't stray away from that topic. His rough hands on my fragile body, holding it so sternly, but safely. My heart races, then drops when I think about how he pulled away from me.

Even the next morning I think about it as I get ready for Lola to pick me up. My mom goes to the nightclub a lot, so maybe I can borrow one of her dresses. I dig through her closet, her style is so different from my own. I eventually settle on a skin tight pink dress with a fluffy sweater to cover up. The dress hugs my curves and accentuates them. Typically I would feel exposed and insecure in these types of dresses, instead I feel powerful. Reminding me of the clothes Sam picks out for me. Hopefully mom doesn't mind me borrowing her dress.

Lolas black sports car pulls into my driveway as the sun sets. I can hear her music blaring from inside my my house. It's just her and I, the windows rolled down, I feel like a different person around her. More outgoing, in a way she reminds me of Abby. I'm sure they'd be really good friends. I'm happy that Lola and I are becoming better friends, but I can't help to miss Abby. I turn to Lola who is wearing a black lacy dress with a low V cut,

"How are we going to get into the club?"
I ask, after all we're both underage. Lola smirks at me and with a chuckle replies,
"Don't worry bout' it."

Which held to be true as we walked pass the bouncer who just gives Lola a nod. I've never been inside of a nightclub before, I am underage after all. It's exactly how I thought it'd be. I could feel the vibrations of the too loud music, muffled screams and blurred together talking. Flashing lights and a sharp smell of alcohol, all my senses overloaded.

Lola grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd. Sweaty bodies pressed against mine as we squeeze through to get to the bar. Lola orders me a shot, I watch her as she downs it. Her face wrinkles at the sharp taste and she breaks away from it with a grin. She then looks over to me, the shot glass still in my hand. Before I can process what I'm doing the alcohol spikes down my throat. Making me cough slightly. Lola grins and laughs at me, I laugh with her with a gentle shove. One after another I take more shots, until somehow we make it to the dance floor. Where not much dancing is actually happening, more of just bodies rubbing up against each other.

Lola and I stay together until she goes over to another girl. Their hands going all over each other, them passionately making out is the last thing I see before I somehow find my way to the bathroom. I try to remember how I got here, but thinking only makes my head hurt. I sit on the bathroom floor, leaning my heavy head against the wall. I fight to keep my eyes open, but eventually give up.

I flicker in and out of consciousness, somebody is lifting me up. Their body is warm, it feels nice against my cold and exposed skin. I lean into them, in turn I feel my body being held tighter. With blurry vision I look up as a familiar voice demands,

"You need to be more careful."
I mutter back in a slur,
"Sam?"
But that's all I can say as my eyes close again, this time more easily. I drip in and out of consciousness as Sam straps me into his cars seat, as he takes off my shoes gently and tucks me into his bed. I see him turn away to leave the room. I groan,
"This dress feels gross..."

It feels sticky on my skin, too constricting. The uncomfortable feeling aggravates me, as I become overwhelmed with it. Sam turns to me extremely confused,
"What?!"

I pull at it, but my body is too weak and disoriented to get it off. Sam quickly realizes what I mean. He helps me sit up and asks softly,
"Do you need help?"

I nod and let him unzip my dress slowly. With each step he ask if it's okay until the uncomfortable dress is completely off. I am left with a plain black bra and matching underwear. Sam quickly take off his button down so that I'm not exposed for too long, although I don't mind him seeing me like this. I trust him so deeply in such an unexplainable way. He helps me lay back down as my body become tired again and he buttons the shirt as I drift back into a deep sleep.