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âWake up already, Sam!â
âFive more minutesâŚâ I mumbled.
âNot even a second! Theyâre here.â
ArghâŚ hate it when a) I donât get enough sleep and b) I donât get enough sleep on weekendsâŚ Guess what - it had been one of those daysâŚ
âDo I really have to do this as well? I mean câmon! I barely even know her!â
âSamâŚ sheâs my-â
â-Your old childhood friend â I get it! Youâve told me a thousand times alreadyâŚ Does she really have to move into Mrs. Newmanâs house?â
âOf course she does! And when I first heard of her putting it on sale I thought it would be a great idea for Margaret to take it. Besides, weâve always dreamed of being neighbors. I canât believe this day has finally come!â
âGood for youâŚâ
I turned on the other side of the bed and pulled the pillow over my head â my eyes were still sleepy.
âGo on without me, Iâll catch you up later.â
âKaren Samuel Black!â with this said the things were getting serious, âI want you all showered up and dressed in that new, blue dress I bought you yesterday while Iâll go take the cookies out of the oven. Donât you dare making me wait!â
âAnd put on a smile for Godâs Sake! Weâre not going to a funeral, child.â
There were two things mom was good at: ordering around and cooking. Believe me â no one could teach you whatâs best for you than herâŚ at least thatâs what she thought. And donât even try arguing with her about that oneâŚ
And so I put on the damned dress and followed her to Mrs., already, Abbottâs house. Momâs hands â all shaky and sweaty. She was, indeed, happy â happy like a child who was about to see Santa Clause â wildly happy.
âYou must be TroyâŚ hello. Iâm Anne Black and this is my daughter, Sam. Your mother must have told you about me. â
âOf course, Mrs. Black. Please come in. Mother was about to call you. She is in the kitchen, thatâs straight to the hall.â
Mom gave me her embarrassing smirk.
âWould you look at prince Charmingâ she whispered, loud enough for him to hear as well. I pretended not to care, though I confess â he was, indeed, a hottie. But hey! Totally not my type. Why? Cause he seemed like one of those douchebags that are in love with the one and only man in the mirror if you know what I meanâŚ
I took a look around â mrs. Newmanâs house now seamed totally strange to me. I remember walking those wide halls, jumping on her old sofa, running around her rooms like crazy, staring at those white walls full of family photos, of her friends, of places she visited when she had been youngâŚ when she died, she took the soul of that house along with herâŚ
âAnnie, Sweet Jesus, you havenât changed a bit!â
âYou too, Maggie. Who said time has something to do with a womanâs beauty?â
âYeah, rightâŚâ I murmured.
âHere! My homemade cookies, hope you still likeâem.â
âI sure do, thank you, honey.â, Mrs. Abbott smiled, âAnd this is Troy, my son. You should be Samuel?â
âSam, itâs my pleasure.â
âYou are such a pretty girl! Hope youâll make good friends with my boy.â
âOf course they willâ, mom hurrily replied, âHave you seen the town yet?â
âNo. I didnât even get to unpack our stuff.â
âWhy donât you leave it up to Troy? Sam will also help, wonât she?â
I nodded. Her sharp glance made me understand a ânoâ would bring big trouble.
âWellâŚ why not? Just let me go take my purse.â
âGreat! Iâll be waiting for you in the car then, a blue Toyota.â
âAnd as for you, young man,â mrs. Abbott said as she was putting on her black shoes, âI want you to behave with our guest. Did I make myself clear?â
âDonât worry, I wonât biteâ, he grinned, ânot if you ask me to.â He rolled his eyes back on me.
âNo thanks, Iâll pass.â
We watched them heading to town.
âNow thatâs weird.â
âYour name. Isnât it a boyâs one?â
âSo what if it is?â
âOh, spicy. I like it.â
âIs this the part where I should blush or is it better if I jump into your arms?â
âI donât mind embracing you.â
âNo offense, but you donât interest me. Where do I put these?â
âOther there, on the shelf. Hey, wait a sec! Are you saying these looks, this body doesnât impress you?â
âSorry to disappointâŚâ
âGirl, pleaseâŚ itâs only a matter of time for me to make you fall in love with moiâŚâ
âSo youâre that skilled, eh?â
âLetâs just say I know my ways with women.â
âI guess your self esteem is highly leveragedâŚâ
I donât know what made me accept âŚ
âFine, Iâm in.â
âGood. So; If I win, youâll be my slave for a week. Youâll do anything I ask you to, be it grossy stuff or horny â anything.â
âAnd If I win -â
âIf I doâ, which I was sure, âthen youâll keep your distance with me.â
âWhatever you say, hon. Now about the sealing of our dealâŚâ
He catched my hands then pushed me against the wall.
He lifted my chin and kissed me gently slipping his tongue through my lips.
âYou son of a -â
He kissed me again, this time harder. My eyes began to close, my cheeks heated. Fight him, resist him! My body wasnât listening to me. I donât know why my feet got weak when I g was wrapped into his arms.
âLet â me- go- you â pervertâŚâ
He grinned, moving down my neck.
âIâll go further if you keep offending me.â
âPlease what?â His kisses harsher and harsher. His body against mine made me helplessâŚ there was no way for me to escape those strong arms of hisâŚ
âPleaseâŚ stop â itâŚ.â
âTouching meâŚ stop touching meâŚâ
âIt doesnât sound convincingâŚ I think you want me to continueâŚâ
âNo! I beg you!â
My palms got all sweaty. Goose bumps started running through my skinâŚ I hated it, that feelingâŚ I hated himâŚ
No Sam, donât cry! donât you dare crying in front of him! Sam, man up!
And still a tear ran down my face.
âI hate youâŚâ
âI knowâŚ I knowâŚâ, he let go of my hands then stepped aside, âWho wouldâve thought that a girl with a boyish attitude would appear to be such a crybabyâŚ Go homeâŚ Iâll finish up by myself.â
I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! The places where he touched felt hot, they burned like fire. I tried to erase his kisses from my head but they just kept showing upâŚ I hated that feeling of weakness, I hated the fact that I just ran home, that I let it beâŚ
âSam?! Sam, honey, Iâm back! Troy said youâre home! Get down here and take a look at what Iâve bought you!â
I hurried up and washed my face with cold water (hoping she wonât notice the huge circles under my eyes).
âHere I am.â
Donât look up, donât look upâŚ
âSam! Whatâs with the face?â
âYeahâŚ ummâŚ Itâs that movie Iâve been telling you aboutâŚ I canât believe Iâve cried at itâŚâ
âYou know the one withâŚ the dogâŚ such a dramaâŚâ
âWhy thatâs new! Oh, nevermind, close your eyes!â
âJust close them alreadyâŚâ
âWowâŚ a new dressâŚ for meâŚ and itâs even pinkâŚ greatâŚâ
âI knew you would like it! Oh, dear, and it even was at half price, can you believe it? I canât wait for you to wear it tomorrow!â
âDonât tell me you have forgotten about it! The carnival?â
âRight! The carnivalâŚ but I donât feel like it anymoreâŚ you seeâŚ Danny is going with ParisâŚâ
âSweetheartâŚ â, she sighted, âWhat about Troy?â
âWhat?! No thanksâŚ I -â
âNo buts! Iâve already talked with Maggie about this matter. She said Troy would love to.â
âDonât tell me you knew about DannyâŚâ
âIt wasnât so hard for me to figure that outâŚ and you know what? Maybe itâs for the best! Troy is a nice, good looking young man and by the way itâs his birthday tomorrow. Iâm sure heâd appreciate it since he has no friends here.â
âReally? Poor thingâŚ so nice and still so lonelyâŚ how can I possibly decline such a fantastic offer?!â
Parents â why canât you differ cheerfulness from irony.
And so I ended up going to the carnival with Mrs. Nice GuyâŚ
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