"Help at table Seven." Sam turned her head, blonde pony tail swinging over her shoulder as she tightened the apron around her waist. Her small skirt possibly a little shorter then what the boss was hoping for, as she grabbed her little notepad and her pen, and walked over to table seven as her boss had requested. Pen out and looking over the quaint couple she took their order, simple and to the point she excused herself as she heard the table in the back calling her name. On this busy day it wasn't so shocking that anyone would be looking for her. After all everyone came at once, that's how it always worked.
"Sam!" She could hear everyone talking and seeming to call all at once, before she turned confused to the back table. She could see familiar diamond eyes and dirty blonde hair that was thicker then her frame should have allowed. Easily one of the most eye catching women in the senior year, and in all the best ways. She held up her finger, signalling she would be a moment. It wasn't a serious matter that she was there. After all it wasn't shocking that Mallory Watson was here at the Flying Deer Diner on a Friday night. Her parents were probably out of town, and she was probably trying to convince Sam to go to another one of her overcrowded parties. Which usually didn't sound so bad, but this town was full of a whole lot of the same people, and well she didn't get out as much, with her parents watchful eyes. Most of her friends considered her sheltered, but she was hardly that. She usually chose what danger she got into and quite honestly, she never felt a reason or the security to cross that line with Mallory. But that didn't mean the girl didn't try plenty hard enough..
Sam zapped back to the ones around her, taking about five orders and putting them in the stand by the kitchen in the order of who made which request. Making all the trips with drinks and taking orders took about another ten minutes before she finally made it back to the kitchen front, "what a rush." She spoke through the little window leading to the kitchen where she could see Donnie, one of the more well known kids from town. Respected as he was, making his way through college. Community College of course, but she didn't know what for. Honestly she wasn't even sure if he knew what for.
"Just wait till tomorrow." He said pointing the spatula with a smile and his dark gaze, making him considered dark and mysterious. Sam must have seen through it too much to notice.
"Can't wait." She said with mocking sarcasm, before heading off toward the back corner towards Mallory's table, that managed to fill up rather quickly. She walked watching as she recognized the others as a clusterfuck of people, most were her cheer friends and the girl's were with their boyfriends. "Anyone ready to order?"
"About time you got here!" Mallory said feigning a wounded shock there was no doubt was fake with her happy go lucky tone, "you were about to miss all the fun!"
"Why do I have a feeling fun has to do with a bottle of rum in your purse?" She said, Pen pointing in the direction of the leather purse by her friends side, little red cap poking out the top of it. Her friend gasping and hiding it with a slightly nervous face making Sam chuckle a bit, her pen tapping the paper as her friends chimed in.
"Come on Mal, I told you she wouldn't be interested.." The obviously full of herself red head that one of the guys from the football team brought along. The girl was obviously overly attached to the boy next to her, as she held onto his arm. She could have had full time groupie on her forehead, and it would have been the truth.
"You don't know that!" Mallory shot back, her boyfriend giving a snide chuckle making Sam roll her eyes, slightly offended that they didn't believe she would do something like this. Even though a little voice in her head told her that it was her own fault that she wouldn't do something like this. Looking between everyone as they argued over her, going or not going she finally caved, considering she had nothing better to do anyways.
"Fine... Fine! I'll go if you stop arguing." She chuckled shaking her head slightly and Mallory cheered, a bit louder than some would have hoped, as she blamed it on her cheerleading roots.
"Be at my house after work... When are you out?" Leaning against her manicured hand Mallory looked at Sam with an inquisitive gaze.
"I clock out at nine, which mean I probably w-"
"I'll pick you up at ten." Mallory interrupted and Sam reluctantly agreed, after all there was no point in arguing with Mallory when she had an idea in her head. Let alone one that idea was saving Sam from her overprotected and sheltered life. Once the argument was over everyone finally gave their orders and Sam walked off.
On her way back to the pass through window she flipped through her little notebook. Thinking about what she'd wear. Obviously it wasn't the biggest deal, after all it would be full of cheerleaders and jocks along with other people that think they need to drink and get high to wash away the pain. And even though sometimes some fun with substances seemed amusing she never got herself to go there. Sure she'd had a beer at a party before but she never got wasted or anything. With a sudden shake of her head she managed to put the thoughts aside till later, getting what was needed done for the moment, work.
The rest of the day went by pretty quick taking off her apron and putting it in the back along with her notebook, the place was pretty quiet by the time she left saying her goodbyes to her coworkers as she slipped on her long black jacket and grabbed her purse. Walking out to her parents car out in front, her dad driving instead had her knowing that her Mother had to have been busy with work for the night. Opening the door she was welcomed with simple 'how was your day's' and small talk. Her thoughts purely on the night ahead and hoping her parents wouldn't disagree with the plans, and just when she thought it she heard the golden question, "got any plans for tonight?"
Sam kept her gaze nonchalantly on the road ahead and nodded once, "yeah." She shrugged playing it off as nothing, which was what it was basically just another excuse to do something other than school work and more work upon work, "Mallory is gonna pick me up in about an hour for a sleepover."
"Oh she is?" He said with a firm grip on the wheel, her Father always had a thing against Mallory ever since she managed to put a hole in the wall when she lost her balance after a couple too many drinks at their house. Needless to say, most of the sleepovers happen at her house now. "I don't know about that..."
"Oh come on Daddy, I'm not a troublemaker and I deserve to have a little bit of fun after work." She could hear the audible sigh and eye roll as she gave him the innocent puppy dog eyes trick and he caved, a smile on her face as he finally agreed, "thank you daddy."
"Just be careful. Be safe!"
"Dad!" She said with an eye roll and shook her head.
"I have to say it."
"Right." She scoffed, she didn't have very much time to think about it as they pulled into the driveway, the tires crunching at the rocks in her drive. Getting out of the car she thanked her father for taking her and rushed up to her room, packing her bags for the night. Just grabbing something for her the next day, assuming she'd probably sleep in the shirt and skirt she was already wearing, and if for some reason she didn't, she could borrow something from Mallory. Brushing through her wavy blonde hair she looked in the mirror, her make up still on after the night was a bit of a shock. Putting on another coat of lip gloss and doing a simple french braid before she waited for the familiar sound of Madonna and the tires on the rocks in her driveway.
Grabbing her bag, she walked out of her bedroom and shut the door, rushing down the stairs. Giving her parents a quick kiss before walking to the door, "be safe." Her Mother said and the rushed girl gave an eye roll.
"I will Mom, bye."
Sam was starting to regret walking into this party, being the odd one out, she didn't have the time for sports with all the academics and work she did. She would have probably been a cheerleader along side Mallory had she gotten the chance, honestly they probably wouldn't even be friends if she didn't have that school project. She walked over the wooden floor and finding the simple red solo cups set next to the keg in the kitchen, "predictable.." She mumbled under her breath as she weighed whether she would indulge in anything tonight. Her mental battle for doing better failed when she saw a couple in the living room. Her on his lap and they looked like they were well towards getting a room. Feeling a bit lonely she frowned and grabbed the solo cup, filling it with the foreign liquid to the innocent girl. Her eyes lifting up trying to focus on anything but the couple on the couch, so when the attractive blonde walked into view, she let herself study the jock. He was the cliche type of jock even. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, tall and complete with broad shoulders and his letterman jacket with their school colors. She wasn't at all shocked he'd be here, and once he noticed her gaze. He didn't seem disappointed. She sighed, sure she didn't want to be alone but she didn't want to be bothered with idle chatter either.
"Sam Powell, right?" He asked with a charming smile on his face as he held his free hand out, his cup occupying the other hand. "I've heard a lot about you.. From Mallory of course." He tilted his head to the side and she smirked, he wasn't so bad. But there was something about him she just couldn't put her finger on, but she elected to ignore the thought.
"Yeah and you are?" She asked of course she knew who he was though, his charm was undeniable and he was easily one of the girl's favorite bachelors. Well, when he was single he did have a track record to uphold. So when the boy that got everything looked like he was shocked anyone didn't know of his name she felt a sudden rush of satisfaction.
"Travis Stafford." He said with a deeply offended look, his eyes sizing up the petite blonde. Surly thinking things in his mind, things that she might not have even considered yet in her life. "Star athlete?" He asked as if he was trying to jog her memory, Sam chuckled at the sudden show of arrogance.
"Oh? I hadn't noticed.." She said as she took another drink from the plastic cup in her hand, the other arm crossed around her body as she looked back over the guy once more and shrugged, "I suppose the letterman would give that away." She said tilting her head to the side as he fought with his thoughts, that smirk playing on his lips once again and she felt a bit shocked at the sudden request that followed, 'would you like to dance?' She looked slightly amused by the offer before she looked around for a sign as if she should really venture off into the pool barn with the mysterious jock. Sam gave a gentle shrug, letting go of her inhibitions for a moment and accepted, "sure." She replied simply.
Walking out of the relatively large house she saw the well kept green lawn. People were scattered along the yard and doing just about a little of everything, but as she walked she got an overwhelming scent of smoke from illegal substances. Her eyes moving to the source of the smoke she was a bit taken back to see his dark gaze was already on her. He leaned against the pool barn, hand in his pocket as he took a drag out of the joint, his eyes moving between her and the tall man beside her. Thinking that anyone like Travis was mysterious was laughable after she looked into that honey gaze. Her eyes moving t the door of the pool barn with a smirk, enjoying the sudden attention that she could command. Once her delicate hand reached for the door, opening it she heard the hair band music playing over the speakers, multicolored lights moving over the room as she heard cum on feel the noise consuming all of her thoughts and sounds until she felt someone put their arm on the small of her back, turning to the side she saw the familiar blonde hair and felt a bit off. She wasn't really feeling the attraction after looking at the boy outside the pool barn. But she already told him she would dance. The song changing to Erotica by Madonna as he pushed her towards the dance floor. Shaking off the thought of those brown hues, she let him wrap his arms gently around her back as they stood face to face, dancing a bit, the dancing being a few simple moves. Her hips swinging to the music as he bobbed, his eyes on her more then she expected. Despite loving the attention she started to feel like his heated gaze was a bit more of a size up. Her blood boiling, but not in the good 'I want you to make the next move' way. And she felt it even more as his hands roamed down a bit too low towards her ass, lifting her short skirt. Her hands quickly stopping him and moving his hands to her back, but it didn't help any, his hands moved back down giving her ass a squeeze making her squeak and jump out of his touch, which coincidentally caused her to be closer to the overbearing boy as he pressed his lips to hers. Wet and frankly overbearing and unwanted she felt his tongue prying against hers forcefully until she bit down on and stepped on his toe, pushing him back, "get off me!" She roared as he stumbled back, a bit off balanced from the alcohol as he held his arms out as if her actions could have been uncalled for before moving back and trying to wrap his arms around her again, "I said get the fuck off!" She yelled pushing him a bit harder, but this time he had a better hand to stand on as she turned on her heels heading out of the pool barn, trying to get away from the boy.
"Hey!" His voice was loud enough to almost be heard over the music. She could hear him gaining on her before she started walking faster and praising the sudden rush of cool air that meant she was finally out of that barn. "Hey bitch! Get back here!" He growled before grabbing her arm forcing the pissed off woman to look back at him, her eyes shooting daggers as she pulled her arm out of his grasp once more giving him the chance to walk away.
"Leave. Me. Alone." She said sternly and before she could even make another move she heard an unfamiliar voice chime in behind her. Smooth as velvet he spoke, "listen to the girl, she said to go away." His voice although smooth held a certain strength that gave off the idea that he wouldn't back down.
"This isn't your business." The frazzled athlete scoffed at the man standing close behind Sam and before she could say anything to try and get him to go away, the mysterious boy behind her put a gentle arm around her shoulders and let his free hand move through his dark hair.
"Actually, it is." He said a bit put off, "you don't get it do you? She was just trying to make me jealous. It's a game, and it worked. So you either have two seconds to run off or you can walk away now." Sam was beyond shocked and beyond that, suddenly flustered from the thought. Her smirk playing into the game as she wrapped her arm around the man she had not known, but now that she was seeing him up close like this.. She felt like she did know him like she should remember the boy next to her. Her eyes moving away from him and back to the scoffing blonde.
"Fuck it!" He said and walked off obviously flustered and annoyed and after he was out of view she felt the delicate touch move off of her and she was going to turn and thank him for helping her, but to her surprise he had already started to walk off.
"Hey!" She called after him getting him to look back at her, those eyes.. Warm. Yet so dark, god she knew him.. How was she forgetting so easy?! "Have we met?" She asked as she continued to study him, as if the more that she looked the easier it would be to figure out how he could look so familiar to her. Expecting he must have known, after all who just walked up to someone and helped them like that? If things would have gone different he could have gotten his ass kicked.
"No, I don't recall." He said turning back to her completely, his arms in his pockets as he too, managed to look her over but something in her felt like he was lying. She kept a curious look in her eye as he raised his brow, having her blue hues locked on his as he eventually held out a firm hand with a snide smirk, "Hank."
Sam smiled, taking the Man's hand and shaking it her eyes still on his, "Sam." She said with a soft smirk, her interest peaked by the boy before her. "Thank you, for helping me get rid of Travis." She sighed his eyes seeming amused as she gave a slight eye roll, "some people just don't take a hint.." He smirked at her, looking into her eyes as she shrugged and felt a chill run over her body from the sudden cold wind outside, making her regret choosing to wear the short skirt.
"Glad I could help." He said as he lit his cigarette, taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from Sam, "is he your boyfriend? Hope I didn't cause too much of a rift."
She laughed out loud at the thought of dating a pig like Travis, "Travis?! No.. Oh my god I would never waste my time with a guy like him."
"What? Don't like the jock type?" He asked with a curious gaze, once again leaning against the house, but this time it wasn't the pool barn but Mallory's house. "Cause I gotta say, you look awfully cheerleader to me."
She rolled her eyes, god how shallow, "I prefer my guys to listen when I say no." She said crossing her arms, as she shook her head. So he was just as sterotypical as all the rest, judging her by the way she dressed, "maybe I don't fit into your box of stereotypes." Her words held a bit of an offensive edge that resulted in a smirk on his lips as he held his cigarette between his lips. "What?" She asked as he stared at her, most likely considering whether he should say whatever came to his mind, or worse.
Opening his mouth to speak before shutting it and her eyes even more curious before he finally spoke, "it's just.. I can't figure you out." She smirked at that one, her eyes interested as he returned the expression. Their eyes meeting for a bit, before she glanced away.
"Maybe that was the point." She said looking back at him, she felt a certain draw to him, his gaze meeting with hers making her feel a bit flustered as she resisted the temptation to bite her lip. The sound of some overly testosterone filled guy running around and screaming being the thing to distract her from the mysterious boy before her. By the time she shrugged rolling her eyes and looking back, he was walking off. She looked back considering on calling after him, maybe even following him. But before she could even act on it she head the joyful hello coming from behind her, making her jump.
"Samantha Ann Powell, were you just talking to a boy?!" Mallory was overly excited bright smile on her features, practically jumping with how giddy she was making Sam roll her eyes and shake her head with a chuckle. "Don't you ruin this for me! I can't believe this!"
"Really? Now it's shocking that I can talk to a guy?" She asked a bit offended at her friends careless words.
"Oh come on you know what I meant, and don't you dare change the subject!" Sam faked a smirk trying not to feel offended and took a deep breath through her nose as she listened to the excited cheerleader, "wow I wouldn't expect you'd ditch Travis for Hank.." The sound of his name had Sam getting a slight blush in her cheeks, all she could see was his mysterious eyes, "oh my god.. You like him!"
Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes, "slow down I don't even know the guy." She said as Mallory did what she did best, overreact. "I just.. Feel like I've met him before." She looked off towards where he walked off to, one of the cars gone making her assume he had driven home.
"Well he does go to our school, so.." Mallory shrugged still turning with a bit of excitement, "oh well I can tell you're sensitive about it so I'll stop." Sam chuckled, not even bothering to argue with the headstrong teenager, "but what I actually came over here to say is that Steve is clearing everyone out. I'm thinking about watching a movie, what do you think?"
Sam smirked at her friend, putting a friendly arm around her shoulder as she walked towards the house, "I think that sounds nice. Movie tonight, cleaning tomorrow?" Sam asked giving her friend a high five before they made their way back inside.
The girls were in their pajamas, well Sam was wearing one of Mallory's pajama pants and under shirt. Anything to get out of that short skirt and cover her legs more as the temperature got much colder then before. They were cleaning a few of the things out of the living room and the kitchen, Eric stayed for the movie so he helped as well. Sam was cleaning the dishes until her hands were pruned from the long periods she had her hands in the water. She finally washed the last dish and let the water out, drying her hands on the towel by the sink she could hear Mallory and her Boyfriend saying goodbyes and she smiled to herself, letting her hand run through her now loose blonde hair. Walking out of the kitchen she slipped on her shoes and took out the trash as her last act of cleaning saying a small goodbye to Eric as well as a thank you as he passed her on the way to his expensive car. They weren't really friends, but they didn't have to be either. But as far as approval, she like him with Mallory after all they always seemed happy together.
Taking her shoes off as she walked into the sudden rush of warm air in her best friends house, "I don't know about you but I'm beat." She said casually as she walked past Mallory and she smiled.
"Imagine how tired you'd be if you actually danced." Mallory laughed, obviously not realizing the carnage that happened with Travis.
Sam nodded and headed towards the stairs, "I'm gonna go crash, see you in the morning." She said with a gentle smirk and a wave as Mallory followed, as always helping her into the guest room even though Sam had been going there since she was in the seventh grade it was nice to get the small goodbye that her best friend gave. Keeping the lights out she sighed laying down in her bed, and cursing her thoughts after she was finally alone. Those eyes, dark chestnut with a certain sadness yet amusing joy. She felt so stupid even wasting her thoughts on a man she had only just met, after all for all she knew he could be some insane serial killer, or have a girlfriend, or worse have a boyfriend. She sighed, letting her eyes close as she rested against the comfortable and probably overly expensive bed as she drifted off to sleep, hoping she could keep her thoughts off of him.