Chapter 10

I stretched up trying to pin the balloon on the corner of the door. I looked around the room, searching for something I could stand on. I grinned when I saw a wooden box, it seemed rather sturdy. I pulled it over and stood on it, I was able to reach the corner now.

Once I was done I jumped down and looked around the hall. It was massive. Pictures covered all of the walls and the centre of the room was left empty for the dancing that would take place later on in the day.

"Samara go get ready, people will be showing up any second" Miss Briggs walked up to me. She was wearing a classy dress that was an A-line shape, it made her look like she belonged at the Golden Globe or something.

"Cant I just show up in this?" I gestured to my outfit that I was wearing. My outfit consisted of sweatpants, a vest top and a hoodie.

"No, I agree with your mother when she said you should dress up. Don't think you are going to get away with it" her eyes glinted and a smirk emerged on her face.

"Fine" I sauntered over to wear my bag was and headed towards the bathroom

"Oh Samara"

I spun around to face my boss "yes?"

"Your mum told me to make sure that you don't have your hair in a bun and that you put on some makeup"

I turned back around and rolled my eyes as I walked away. Of course my mother had told her that, it was MY mother that we were talking about. I should have known that I wouldn't get away with it so easily.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't do dresses but I had to admit that the one I was wearing made me look pretty good. My long auburn hair stood out against the white of the dress, and my skin had a glow to it. The only make up I was wearing was mascara and dark red lipstick, but even with such little make up I could feel my features so much more enhanced than they would have been without make up.

I fiddled with my hair, I was not use to having it down, I was well out of my comfort zone that day. But I had to do whatever kept my mum happy.

I could hear each of the guests arriving one by one, I only pulled myself out of the bathroom when I heard my own family come.

"Samara you look beautiful" my mum gasped

"I didn't know you could apply make up without turning into a drag queen" Blake smirked

"And I didn't know you could put on deodorant" I retorted "I guess we are both a bit of a surprise then"

All of my other brothers started to snicker at my response and I just gave a toothy smile

"Can I have the keys so I can put my stuff in the car please?" I asked my dad

He dangled the keys in front of me, I went to grab them but he pulled them away "do not do anything like drive away in it"

"Would I do that?"

Everyone chorused a yes, I just laughed and grabbed the key.

By the time I got back the hall was extremely full, I let out a heavy sigh before walking in. I was welcomed by warmth, outside was freezing and I had made the stupid decision to not have any sleeves. Great thinking Samara

As I walked through the hall in search of my family I felt the odd sensation that I was being watched, and without warning I heard all of the voices. The immense amount of people talking was quite sickening but I knew I had to tough it out. Running off to the bathroom would not go down well with my family.

Raphael's POV

As soon as she walked into the room my eyes were dragged straight to her. She was beautiful. Breath-taking. Her long red hair flowed beautifully down her back. And the dark red lipstick made her lips have a plumpness to them, and I felt myself itching to push my own lips against them. Her eyes looked as beautiful as always and I just wanted them to look at me. The sensation I got whenever I felt her eyes on me was one that made me lose all of my senses. The irritating thing was she had no idea of the effect that she had on me.

Over the past two weeks I had been I jerk, and I had no idea why. Samara just made me feel weird, every time I was near her I wanted to hold her. But the moment she shot me down I had began to resent her. It was pathetic I know. But I was stubborn and I really didn't think anything through, my brothers had told me that a lot.

I looked around the room to see that I wasn't the only one staring and jealousy started to bubble in me. But I had no idea why. She wasn't mine, so why was I jealous?

I just stared at her the whole night. No matter what I did my focus always came back to her. The way her face lit up when 50 ways to say goodbye by Train started playing made my heart skip a beat. She ran over to her brothers a grin spread across her face. God, she was stunning.

Samaras POV

The moment I heard the song begin to play I ran over to my brothers, not caring about the people that were now watching me. That was the effect that music had on me. It seemed to make my shyness disperse for a few moments, I was in a different world when it came to music. 50 ways to Say Goodbye was a song that me and my brothers loved, I don't know why but it was a song that made all of us just jump up and start dancing. By the end of it we would all be in stiches from all of the laughing we would do.

I danced around with my brothers, mouthing the lyrics. We did stupid dance moves and whenever we didn't know what to do we would just bang our heads along with the beat. We were in our own world. Just me and my brothers, and that was all that mattered.

By the end of the song I was all sweaty and still letting out the odd giggle.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air" I told my brothers before going to sit outside.

The fresh air was welcome, but the lack of music allowed all of the other voices to become more prominent. I started to rub my temples. Too many people gave me a headache, so many voices overlapping each other.

Then all of a sudden the voices were gone and replaced by a light buzz. I spun around, why could I not hear the voices? They were all still talking, I knew that much. I looked up to see the tall boy standing by the boy. Raphael, was he doing something?

"Hey" his voice was barely a whisper

I turned around and ignored him. I didn't want to speak to someone who had been treating me like crap over the last two weeks.

"Look I'm really sorry I truly am!" He started to close the distance between us

"I thought I told you not to say that word unless you actually meant it!" I spat, I knew I was being bitter.

"I really do mean it. Its just that sometimes when I am around you, I just feel weird. I guess I started being a jerk because of when you walked away"

"Are you really trying to blame me for you acting like a jackass?" I shouted. How dare he blame me?

"Do you blame me? I try and make an effort and you shoot me down. What am I supposed to do?"

"You are really hilarious you know that? You didn't know what to do so you acted like a jerk? Yeah that is really going to make me like you! You walk around college as if the world owes you something, well it doesn't and your just going to have to get that through that pretty little head of yours" I finished my rant with a hard-core stare down. But he just smirked "What?"

"You just called my head pretty" Was he being serious?

"Let me change that not little head, big head. Extremely big headed" I sighed

"you didn't take back the pretty though" He was still smirking

"Oh Gosh! Out of all the things I said you only listened to when I said pretty?"

He shook his head "No I listened to the rest as well. And I know that I acted stupidly" He sat down next to me, which made my heart literally pound out of my chest. Why did he make me feel like that?

"But I would still like you to answer the question" his gaze seemed to make my skin sizzle

"Not happening" I gave him a smirk. I was not going to let him get away with what he did so easily.

"I think your beautiful"

Woah where did that come from?

He pulled out a lollipop, a massive one at that. Why did I tell him that I had a massive sweet tooth?

"I will give you this if you agree to come on a date with me"

"I am not that easy" I shook my head, even though all I wanted to do was pop the sweet in my mouth

"I had a feeling this would happen" he was smiling. Why was he smiling? I was answered when he pulled out a bag full of sweets and chocolates. Where was he hiding that?

"I should never of told you about my sweet tooth" I muttered

"So that is a yes?" His grin spread across his face

"Fine, but this does not mean that you are forgiven!" I made that point clear as I grabbed the bag and the lollipop that were in his hands

"That's alright. So how about tomorrow? It's Sunday so you shouldn't have college" I could see that the grin was not going to come off of his face very easily.

"Fine, I don't have work either. But if you dare come in the morning I will not think twice about slamming the door in your face" I warned

"Alright. I'll pick you up at four" I rolled my eyes in response.

I wanted to hate the idea of going on a date with Raphael, but truthfully a little part of me was doing a happy dance. I hated that part. Why should I be happy about it? He was a jerk. What if it was all a trick? Shut up Samara and look on the bright side of things I told myself.

I stuffed my face with the sweets, leaving my favourites for later. We sat in comfortable silence until Mirrors by Justin Timberlake started playing. Raphael stood up and held out a hand, I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Would you dance with me?" I was on the verge of turning him down until he added "Please" I could sense desperation in his voice. I nodded and he pulled me up onto my feet. The moment I touched his hand I felt a spark of electricity surge through me, but it wasn't painful, far from it. The spark made me melt, made me want to release the grin that I was holding back. The spark was overwhelmingly comforting. He lead me back into the room and stopped once he found a place that we could. I could feel people looking at us, I would too. He was the popular boy that everyone wanted or wanted to be. I was the shy girl that made sure that no one even acknowledged her existence.

Once we came to a stop we danced for what seemed like forever. It was weird dancing with Raphael, it felt like it was the only place that I was meant to be, even though he towered over me, I had never felt a better fit. Once the song finished I longed for it to continue, I never wanted the moment to end. The moment I had the thought I wanted to slap myself. Why did he make me feel like this?