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I watched my clock for the rest of that night; the hours passing slowly... 1 A.M...4 A.M...roll over...turn back...6 A.M...

Gram's slippers scuffed the wood floor as she shuffled downstairs, probably to start breakfast. Sure enough I heard the sound of the fridge open and close, the rattling of pots and pans, and not long after the smell of bacon assaulting my senses making my mouth water. With a heavy sigh I rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. After pulling off my shorts last night I ran out of effort to do anything else but lie down.

When I shuffled into the kitchen Gram turned to face me, a look of surprise on her face. "You're up early."

Grabbing a coffee cup I poured myself some adding enough sugar so that it was capable of giving any normal person a stroke...or diabetes. Gram frowned at me as I shuffled zombie-like to the fridge and grabbed the creamer. My movements were almost mechanical, like I had to think about every move and remind myself that I had to tilt my wrist to put creamer into the coffee cup...and to tilt it back up before it overflowed.

"Are you okay?" Gram asked flipping the bacon before coming to sit down beside me.

Afraid that if I picked up my coffee it would spill I bent down to slurp some out. "Hot...," my expression remained neutral and I sounded bored...not like I just burned my mouth.

"Sam."

"Gram."

"What's wrong sweetie?" She rested a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly.

I sighed. "My coffee is really hot."

Gram's hand slipped away and she gave me the be-serious look. "Don't make me wake your father," she threatened.

My brain took a while to get booted up again. The gears grinding as if they had been rusted and stuck for a long time. It was like opening the floodgates as all the memories of the night before I had tried to suppress came pouring out. The kiss...wait no...kisses...the humiliation...and the utter confusion.

"I had my first kiss...es last night." I blurted out without thinking. Gram's eyeballs almost popped out and landed in the coffee I bent down to hide my face in again.

"What? Who?" She asked looking like a giddy school girl. "How was it?"

My cheeks flushed, my entire face feeling hot...and it wasn't from the coffee. "Awful," I shuddered just remembering it, the taste of chili dog coming back to my memory threatening to make me throw up.

"How come? Who was it?" Gram gasped leaning closer. "Was it that boy Zach?"

I choked on my coffee and looked up at her. Her eyes were sparkling making her look like a teenager again. Honestly, I was just grateful that this wasn't as awkward as it could be...I mean I could be talking to my dad instead...or worse...Jacob. I shuddered again. Yeah, our next encounter will be maximum awkward times like three hundred zillion.

"No...nonono." I rushed to say sitting back up. She looked at me confused and sat back raising an eyebrow.

"Then who?"

The heat in my face had reached the boiling point. "Darrel." I muttered miserably.

"WHAT?" Gram nearly screeched, jumping in surprise. "Samantha Anne!" Was she seriously chastising me?

"Oh trust me Gram it was not by choice." I reassured her hoping she didn't doubt my taste in men. Even though I didn't really have any...

"Did he force you?" She sounded angry as she glared at me.

"Eh, more or less."

"Samantha Anne...were you playing spin the bottle?"

Oh my Lordy. Please tell me my grandmother did not just ask that. I banged my head again the table, my embarrassment reaching maximum height and still soaring. "No Gram."

"Am I going to have to talk to his mother?"

Geeeeeeeez. Why do I feel like I was bullied on the playground? "No Gram. I took care of it," I looked down at my slightly bruised knuckles wincing. I hope his face hurts.

She tsked her tongue. "I'm sure you're father will too."

I shot out of my seat. "No! Please Gram don't tell him." As if it weren't embarrassing enough...and my poor father, I don't think he could handle it...mentally. All in all it would just be an awkward situation for everyone involved.

She raised her brow again before sighing. "Alright."

I too let out a sigh of relief. "Awesome. Shower," I said before darting for the stairs before going back into the kitchen. Gram watched as I went under the sink and pulled out bleach.

"Oh no you don't!" She retrieved it from my grasp and put it away. "Burn your skin right off."

Well at least she got the idea.

x-x-x-x

I lay in bed; my math homework sprawled around me as I attempted it. "Divide five-y-squared plus ten-y minus thirty-five by five. Hmm...pass." I flipped to the next one which was pretty much the same thing. Sighing, I threw it across the room. So much for being in "dumb-math"...that's what Jen called it...I must be like border-line brain dead if I didn't get it.

"Now what did math ever do to you?"

I jumped in surprise and caught myself before falling off the bed. Twin-sized beds are the enemy. Trying to play off my almost embarrassing wipe-out and surprise I glared at the homework I threw. "Give me a D on my report card. Messing up my solid 2.47 GPA."

Jake shook his head. "Yeah. Real solid." He picked the homework off the floor and walked over to the bed sitting beside me. I prayed to God I wouldn't blush. He examined the work and shook his head again. "This isn't hard."

"Maybe not for you Mr. Smartypants." I said indignantly.

He rolled his eyes and took the pencil from my hand working out the problem. "You know if you applied yourself a little more you could get a solid 3.47 GPA," he said throwing the paper at me with the finished problem.

I looked at it. "Applying yourself is for squares." I crumpled up the homework and threw it back to its rightful place-the floor.

"If they had a class on puns and sarcasm you'd ace it."

"If only," I said wistfully. Silence followed after that and I tried not to squirm in my discomfort. When finally it dawned on me. "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Helping you with math."

"So you just waltz on up here willy-nilly? What if I was naked?" I regretted saying that last part.

"It would have been a traumatic experience for us all."

I punched him. Jerk. "Don't lie you would have been turned on by my totes hot bod." I teased giving my best stuck-up-cocky-bitch look. A.K.A. my Rachel look.

"Oh yeah I'm totally into that twelve year old boy look." He rolled his eyes.

My mouth dropped open and I punched him again...hard. "Pervert." I looked down at my decent but not boastful chest. "I do not have a twelve year old boy's body..."

He opened his mouth to say something but Gram popped in the doorway making us both jump. She held a phone in her hand and was smiling.

"It's for you Sam," she walked over and handed it to me her eyes twinkling. "It's Zach."

I sat up and took it from her; she walked out of the room a mischievous smile on her face. Jake looked annoyed as a small smile grew on my face; I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Hello?"

Jake fluttered his eyelashes and I turned my back to him.

"Hey Sam...it's Zach. You know that one kid from that one place?"

I smiled. He was such a dork. "Oh yeah from that one time right?"

"Yeah that one."

"Okay cool. 'Sup kid from that one place from that one time named Zach?" I bit my lip and turned around forgetting that Jake was listening. He was holding back a laugh and I glared at him before throwing a pillow at his face. He batted it away.

"Not much. I was just calling to make sure you were still okay to hang out later?" He asked not sounding as sure as he did before.

Oh...right. This poor kid, I keep forgetting about him. Good thing he called. "Yeah. Sure...that sounds cool." I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"Cool. Awesome. So I'll pick you up around five? Is that okay?" He sounded happy and that made me smile.

"What about now?" I asked and Jake gave me a questioning look.

"Uh...sure," he sounded surprised. "Be there in like twenty minutes?"

"See you then!" I hung up forgetting to actually say bye. Oh well, I'm sure he got the memo.

Jake snorted. "What was that?"

"It's a who Jacob...a he to be more precise and he is coming here to pick me up." I hopped off the bed and went to my closet contemplating what I should replace my sweatpants with.

"Where are you going?" The bed squeaked as he got up too.

I shrugged pulling out a baggy off the shoulder striped shirt with Popeye on it and grabbed the same shorts from the night before. Hey don't judge...I was limited in the shorts department and it was too hot for jeans. Holding them up I nodded, this would work.

"I don't know," I shrugged nonchalantly and moved passed him to the bathroom quickly getting changed before walking back into my bedroom. Jake was still standing there.

"What are you guys going to do?" He crossed his arms over his chest. Sheesh, talk about getting his feathers ruffled. He looked like an overly protective mother hen.

I paused in my hunt for shoes and gave an annoyed huff. "I don't know Jake. Hang out?"

"And?"

"Oh my God!" I stood and spun to face him, taking a few steps closer so that my glare looked more menacing. "I. Don't. Know. And you're not my mother so stop badgering me!" This boy...I tell ya. He was making my head hurt. He goes from treating me like a nuisance, to being the best friend anyone could ask for, to treating you like an annoying brat, then to protecting you from the world that is crashing down around you, all the way to teasing you, then confusing the hell out of you, and finally to acting like a nosy momma. My brain was ready to combust.

I let my Vans fall to the floor as I poked him. "What's your deal huh?" I asked, mostly referring to these odd past couple of days.

He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. "What?"

"Are you going to make me spell it out?"

"Of course not. We both know you're a terrible speller." His mouth quirked and I resisted the urge to slap that grin off his face.

I threw my hands up in the air and bent down to pick up my shoes. "Just forget it." I tried to leave but Jake grabbed my arm and the blush I had been suppressing returned with his touch.

"C'mon Brat I'm just messin' around." He was serious now, his face slightly apologetic. It astounded me that he was affected none what-so-ever by last night. It's like it never happened. Jake never let anything...and I mean ANYTHING...go this easily. If he smashed a fly with his bare hands he'd brag about it for a week...seriously...he's done it before.

"Well I wish you'd stop," I said yanking my arm away.

He looked a little hurt and confused. "Sam...what'd I do?"

I gave him my best you've got to be shittin' me looks. "I'm not answering that for you. If you seriously don't know then that's messed up."

He thought for a minute and raised his eyebrows. "Wait...is this about last night?"

Blush. Bingo.

He rubbed the back of his neck quirking a small crooked smile. "I affected you that much huh?"

Cocky bastard.

I growled and stomped away. "Oh just forget it!" I practically ran out of the house, my face feeling feverish.

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