-Chapter 2-
-Four Nights Later-
There was a welcome party happening on campus to kick off the start of a new year. Sam and Brady were getting readyin their room when a knock came from the door. Tasha stood right over the threshold wearing a perfectly low cut strapless wine red dress and she wore black heels to match. Her blonde hair was straightened and came down past her shoulders. Brady looked her up and down and howled. She turned around and laughed in amusement. Brady hugged her by the waist and swore she would be glued to his side for the night. She laughed and pushed him away playfully. She yelled for Sam to hurry up and he walked quickly out of the bathroom and grabbed a jacket. Tasha looked Sam over. He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt and classic jeans. She smiled and looked back over to Brady who was nodding towards the door. The three of them took off down the hallway and to the party across the campus.
-An Hour into the party-
"Dude, at least have one. I've only had a few, and it's not all that bad." Brady said gulping down the last of his fourth beer.
"No thanks, I'm good." Sam answered. He wasn't about to get drunk and do something stupid.
"You're such a buzz kill, Sam." Brady commented and grabbed another. He nodded over to Tasha with a group of girls. The two watched as a guy made his way over to the group. All the girls except Tasha left. A smile, a mile wide, crossed her face. She hugged the man and they walked away together.
"Boyfriend?" Sam asked Brady.
"Nope…it's her brother." He answered back. A shy smile crossed Sam's face and he tried to hide it. Brady smirked and punched Sam jokingly in the arm.
"Winchester's got a thing for Tasha…how about that?" He joked.
"I just met her, man." Sam argued.
"Hide it all you want, but you'll see. She's not that hard to fall for." Brady said seriously. Sam turned to him and his face showed so much emotion. Before Sam could say anything Brady turned away and headed for a group of girls and instantly began to flirt with them. Sam shrugged and grabbed himself a beer and gulped it down. He shook off the buzz and figured his questions for Brady should be asked later.
-After the Party, Tasha and Sam are dragging a drunken Brady back to his room-
"You'd think a student in pre-med would act a lot better than this." Tasha commented. She shifted her position under Brady's weight as they went upstairs. The three of them finally got to the room after what seemed like forever on the stairs.
Sam dumped Brady on the bed and he curled over and went right to sleep. Tasha slipped off his shoes and dropped them beside his bed.
"Thank god it's Friday right?" She joked. Sam let out a small laugh and Tasha took off her heels and put them beside her chair. "Did you enjoy your first college party?"
"I guess…" Sam answered simply.
"Parties aren't usually my thing." Tasha admitted. She walked across the room and sat next to Sam on his bed. Sam glanced at Tasha sideways as she read through some of his school books. There was only one question going through his mind since his small chat with Brady.
"I hate to ask…but were you and Brady….involved?" Sam asked uncomfortably. Tasha shifted her back against the wall and faced Sam.
"Me and Brady…no way, that lump over there is like a brother to me." She answered. She sat the textbook down beside her as her cellphone began to ring. Tasha scooted off the bed and over to her purse, which was hanging on Brady's bed post. Tasha opened her phone and put it to her ear.
"Hello?" She greeted quietly.
"Natasha Dorothy Smith, where are you?" A female voice yelled from the other end of the line.
"Mom?" Tasha questioned.
"Come home please." Her mother begged. Tasha sighed and said no and hung up the phone. Just a few moments the phone rang again, but this time she ignored it. Tasha took the silence as a getaway. She grabbed her purse and shoes and headed towards the door.
"Wait a sec, Tasha." Sam started. Tasha stood at the door and Sam stood in front of her.
"We're still having coffee tomorrow right?" Sam asked her. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight to his left leg.
"Wouldn't miss it. Why do you ask?" She said.
"I'll pay for everything tomorrow." Sam offered. Tasha widened her eyes and blushed.
"Is this a date, Sam?" Tasha asked stepping a little closer to him. Sam gulped and inhaled and exhaled a quick breath.
"Yea," Sam answered brushing his hair back. "I guess it is."
"Then I'll definitely see you tomorrow." Tasha said. She winked at Sam and walked down the hall to her room. Sam smiled and closed the door. He looked back over his shoulder to a sleepy Brady and went to bed himself.
-The Next Morning-
Tasha was slipping on a pair of jeans when a soft knock came from her door. Claire, her roommate, opened the door and let Sam in. They introduced themselves, and smiled. Claire called out for Tasha to hurry up and that someone was here for her. Tasha quickly zipped up her pants and threw on a shirt and came out.
"Sam? What're you doing here? I thought we were meeting at your room." Tasha said as she grabbed her tote bag.
"The guy's supposed to pick the girl up for the date right?" Sam said. Tasha blushed and Claire elbowed her jokingly.
"Have fun in class, kids!" Claire yelled after them as they walked down the hallway.
After their class Sam and Tasha went to their usual café. The pair sat down at their usual table and ordered their usual meal. Tasha pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and so the date began.
"So tell me about yourself, Tasha Smith." Sam prodded jokingly.
"Well, Sam, I'm a Capricorn and I like long walks on the beach." Tasha said. Sam laughed.
"You sound like my brother." Sam noted as he gulped down a bit of his coffee.
Tasha chuckled. "Is that a good thing?" She asked.
"Yea…it's a very good thing." Sam sighed looking out the window.
"You miss him…" Tasha noticed.
"Yea, it's weird not seeing him every day like I used to. " Sam commented. Tasha nodded in agreement.
Their food number was finally called. Sam and Tasha left their table and went to the cashier to claim their order. They picked up their food and headed back to their table, but to their dismay a guest had taken their spot.
"Who's your friend?" The man asked. He sat there in Tasha's part of the booth with fingers linked together on the table and his expression stoic. Sam swallowed hard at his nervousness.
"Sam Winchester, sir." Sam greeted as he extended his arm for a handshake. The man just sat there and glared at his hand. Sam quickly pulled it back and let his head drop and took in the awkwardness.
"What're you doing here, dad?" She asked curtly.
"Well, I'm here to bring you home obviously. I have your things packed. Claire's very nice." He said sarcastically.
"Let's go, Sam." Tasha said. She had her and Sam's food wrapped up. She took Sam's hand and started to walk out of the café. Her father stood up in front of them as she reached for the door handle.
"You leave now, don't expect to come back home." Her father noted.
"No one said I wanted to." Tasha concluded. She continued out the door and went to her father's driver and told him her father said to drive back to her dorm and drop her stuff off. The driver nodded and drove off. Sam noticed that Tasha was embarrassed. He put his arm over her shoulder and she seemed to relax and they walked back to campus.