"Can we go now? I think I have a better place to go to." He suggests and I take one last look around. Students at school hyped the bar up so much; it was kinda disappointing that all I saw were old men who took off their wedding rings and a few underdressed women. The music was kinda low and no one was hype. I guess it was because today was a Wednesday.
I stand and he follows suit. We get back into his sleek black car, and he immediately ignites and peels out of the parking lot.
"Do your anger issues stem from your parents?" I ask and he glances at me from the corner of his eye.
"Maybe . . . I don't remember much of my birth parents, I was adopted at 12."
"Oh." I was a bit surprised.
"And my adopted parents are black." My eyebrows skyrocketed into my hairline.
"Really?"
"Yup. The best parents you'll ever meet."
"Wow . . . lucky." I laugh lowly and he nods.
"I believe so." He speeds over a highway and in less than two minutes we're at a fair."I don't look . . . "
He glances at my clothing and his expression never changes, he just glances around. "C'mon."
He walks over and opens up my door, taking my hand in his.
We don't walk towards the fair's entrance but in the direction of a mall.
"I don't have any money on me right now Samuel, it's okay really, we can go-"
"I'll pay." He doesn't even glance at me. Our hands were intertwined and I tugged mine away awkwardly. It's not like I had a problem with my clothing, but I knew it had teenagers crawling all over the place. The last thing I needed was everyone laughing and pointing at my baggy jeans or oversized t-shirt. Even my beat up converse.
"I'll pay you back," I state as he opens the door for me and he shakes his head.
"No, you won't."
I froze, mortified.
The mall was even more infested that outside. There were adolescents everywhere, even some from our school.I immediately turn around and bump into Samuel's chest.
"I- it's okay I don't-"
"What is it?" He asks, grabbing both of my hands as I try to push past him. I gulp and risk another look to find that even more people were looking at us now.
"Samuel please can we just go? I don't want to-"
"They won't say anything. You're with me."
I shook my head at him but he only takes my hands again and intertwines them.
"You're with me." He repeats.I lower my head to the ground and walk quickly past all the groups of people. Thankfully, they don't say anything as we pass.
We enter the first store we saw, and I bought a simple fitted tie-dye t-shirt for $12 and some blue jean shorts for $15.
I change quickly and step out of the dressing room.
"Is it good?" I ask him and he nods.
"Shoes." He says after he pays the cashier and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"It's fine. . . I can-"
But he was already walking in the direction of Footlocker.
"Size?" The woman asks and I clear my throat.
"11 In women," I say a little lowly, and her eyes widen.
"That's a man's feet." She mumbles to herself and I look at the carpet pretending not to hear.
"What did you just say?" Samuel snarls bitterly and my eyes flash to his.
"Samuel." I place a hand on his chest and shake my head. The lady had scampered away as soon as I distracted him.
"She said something rude to you."
"And I ignored it, not everyone deserves a reaction."
He doesn't say anything. "What did you ask for?"
"Do you like Reeboks?" He tilts his head at me and I raise an eyebrow.
"What's that?"
"You'll see."
That was it. No shocked reaction that I didn't know what it was, or pity at the fact that I could probably never afford it.
The saleswoman brought back a nice looking sneaker that hugged my feet so nicely, which was rare because of my size.
"How much are these?"
"$70."
I was about to protest but Samuel simply glanced at me and I shut my mouth. He paid the lady and I left fully dressed in new clothes. I'm not going to lie it felt nice wearing clothes that actually fit, and that made me look presentable. My hair was just a tiny bit messy but it would have to do.
"Thank you so much." I sigh. The people watched me with different expressions, but I avoided all of them.
"You're welcome." I stuff my bags in the car and he locks it.
Finally, we enter the fair and I couldn't help but feel excited. Everyone was screaming and running around; the game noises echoed through the air, with either excited or disappointed grunts and there were so many things to eat my stomach growled for emphasis.
"Have you been here before?" I ask Samuel and he nods.
"A few times with the boys."
I wonder if he brought a girl here before. . . not my business though.
"You're the only female I've brought along with me." He answers my thought and I clear my throat.
"That wouldn't matter, I'm only a friend."
"Mm, just in case you were wondering. Are you hungry?" I felt guilty that I was basically leeching off of him so I shook my head no. He didn't look like he believed me but he reached for my hand and led me in the direction of the games.
"It's easy to get lost, keep close to me." I nod at him and my eyes land on this huge life-sized teddy bear in one of the booths. It looked so comfy that I thought about what it would feel like to cuddle with at night and feel a little less pathetically lonely.
"You want that bear?" Samuel asks noticing my infatuation and I shake my head.
"No . . . I was just looking."
"I'll get it for you." He says and my eyes widen.
"That's not necessary, let's just play a game."
"Fine," He smirks suddenly. " I want to play that game."
He points to the one which had the bear and I deadpan.
"Very funny."
"I didn't laugh, c'mon."
Once again he pulled my hand and we went in the direction of the booth. My heartfelt so light at that moment, I giggled like a bubbly teenager as I struggled to keep up with his long legs.
I watched him with hooded eyes as he handed the man the money. He had to try and hit the moving target in the center, and then he would get the bear.Sounds easy right?No.Midgame these targets went crazy, moving up and down and I bite the inside of my cheek watching as Samuel visibly got frustr
On the way home, I noticed that we ended up at Wal-Mart. He killed the engine and I turned to face him.“What’re we doing here?”“We’re gonna buy groceries,” Samuel says in a dull tone and I clench my jaw.“I don’t need any groceries, Samuel,” I tell him, getting angry. He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “I know you feel sorry for me or whatever, but I don’t need your he
“Where were you yesterday?” Danielle asked as I meet her outside of my house. “And why are you out so early?”“I just had a fresh start this morning.” I lie. I just didn’t want her to see the outfit that Samuel had bought for me, nor the teddy bear, although I did have the reeboks on.“I was just around.” I shrug and she raises an eyebrow as we walk.“Around?”“Yeah,” I say simply and she scoffs.“You were with Samuel, weren’t you?”“I . . . Well –"“Loa I thought you were going to stay away from him?"“I was. But Danielle he’s really not as bad as you think. Sure he has a little anger problem, but he’s really sweet and – "
The ride to the Zoo was extremely tense, with the occasional glance from Samuel, who wouldn’t stop looking at me. I drummed my fingers on my knees, anxious to get there and see all the animals.I found it sweet that he even thought about bringing me here, and wondered if he perhaps knew about my obsession with animals.Danielle sat quietly with her arms crossed, staring outside the window while Carter just seemed guilty. His expr
“You wanna watch porn?”I slowly turn to Danielle, as she sat in front of her laptop.“What the hell dude?” I raise both eyebrows at her and she shrugs. “Why would you even – ““Well . . . I&rsquo
After school I had Samuel drop us off at the mall, and even after refusing his money, it still burned me from my back pocket where he forced it into. My mother’s words echoed in my head but I threw them to the back of my mind.“So he bought you a new phone?” Danielle frowns down at the cell in my hand and I shrug.“I didn’t ask him to . . . he just did.” I say and she looks thoughtful.
“Have you ever tried to find out what was the source of your anger?” Night had fallen, and we still lay peacefully on the blankets, staring up at the stars. I prayed that it didn’t rain tonight, the waves crashing gently on the shore.“Not really.” He replies.
I hated parties, really.As soon as we parked, I regretted agreeing to come in the first place.First of all, there were over 100 cars parked outside, just imagine the number of people that maybe there. Secondly, as soon as we entered through the back door, the scent of weed, alcohol, and sweat