Part Eight

“Hi,” Samantha said as she opened her front door and let me inside.

“Hey,” I said as I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets and stood looking at her in the living room.

“I never slept with Rosco,” she said suddenly and I sat down.

“I didn’t think you did,” I said to her.

“Then why are you mad at me?” she asked.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m beyond pissed off with Rosco,” I said to her.

“Okay, I just wanted to clear the air with you,” she said as she sat down opposite me.

“Why?” I asked her.

“I shouldn’t like you but I do. You’ve just been nice to me,” she said and couldn’t meet my eyes.

“You like me?” I asked her and she gave a soft laugh.

“Yes, but you also scare me,” she said and I could feel the honesty in her words.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid of me,” I said to her and she looked up.

“You’re scarier than Mac or Jett,” she said.

“What happened with you and Rosco?” I asked her.

“My parents had just left and I was alone, my sister was never here so I went to a party with