The Party

As Phil, arrived at the party with Cindy hanging on to his arm, a black cab pulled up outside Terry's house. Phil turned to see who was in it, and was shocked to see Sam, step out wearing a sexy blue dress, showing off her petite figure. Her hair, was down (usually at school she had it pulled back in a bun), and her eyes were heavily lined, highlighting their emerald colour. He was mesmerised. Then his feelings of loathing returned, when she shot him a dirty look, so to annoy her, he snogged Cindy and they disappeared into the house.

Meanwhile:

The taxi pulled up outside the house, and Sam stepped out, followed by the other girls. She noticed Phil, standing on the doorstep, his arm around a girl-presumably Cindy, one of his many girlfriends, she thought disgusted with him. He turned and looked at him. She stared at him, showing her disgust, while hiding the fact she thought he looked extremely good looking in a black shirt that showed off his physique. He turned his back on her and stuck his tongue down the girl's throat, making Sam heave.

Honey turned to her 'God, what is he like. That's Cindy his girlfriend.'

'His official one' Ramani added with a laugh. Sam forced a smile. They were obviously used to Phil's playboy ways. They waited for the lads, to arrive before entering the house. Honey on Gary's arm, Kerry on Smithy's, and Sam with Mickey.

'You look great Sam' Mickey told her. 'You'll knock him for six'.

'Thanks. But I'll knock who for six?'

He faulted. He forgot what the girls had said. It was obvious to everyone that Phil liked Sam and vice versa, but not to them. Well they hadn't heard the way they spoke about each other.

Since that fateful dinner hour, all anyone had heard from Phil was: 'Who does she think she is. Like I'd go out with her anyway. She ain't even pretty, and she's a snob. Did I mention she's a teacher's pet.' From Sam it was pretty much the same.

'God, how arrogant is he? Why on earth would anyone fancy that? He is so full of himself. He's such a creep.' None of them were remotely convinced by this, and said so amongst themselves, but promised not to say anything to Phil or Sam. However Mickey had forgot this, and had to quickly cover up his mistake.

'That gorgeous guy you'll meet to night'.

'I wish', she replied. Mickey sighed, relieved. She was still unaware that everyone knew of her feelings for Phil.

Inside, the party was in full swing, and everybody was drinking and having fun. Sam when to get herself a drink, when someone barged into her.

'Watch it!' she mumbled. As she lost her balance. She fell backwards. Knocking a glass over, and landed with the glass embedded in her right hand.

'So sorry. Here, let me help you.' Sam recognised the voice, and looked up. She was about to refuse his help, but everyone was looking at her, her hand hurt, and she realised her knickers were on show to the world. She begrudgingly let him help her up. 'Let me look at that.' Phil said.

'I'm fine.' She snapped.

'You don't look fine. Show me I can help.' There was something about his tone she good resist. She shown him her hand. 'Looks sore. I'll bathe it, and see if Terry's got some plasters around here.' He led her upstairs to the bathroom, and gently bathed her sore hand. Tentatively removing the glass. Despite her hatred towards him, Sam couldn't help but have shivers when he touched her skin. When he shook his head to move his hair out of his eyes. He was so gentle. She bit on her lip, and gasped at his beauty. 'I'm sorry didn't mean to hurt you'. He sounded genuinely concerned.

'I'm fine, thanks'.

'Course you are. But a guy can ask can't he?'

'Suppose so', she said it with fake animosity, so as to betray her feelings.

'If that's your attitude best get back to the party.' With that he grumpily got up and walked off, leaving Sam dismayed.