"Would you mind putting some extra ice-cream in hers as well?" he said, turning to face me. "Trust me on this one," he replied, winking. While he was busy reaching across the table, the woman gave him another friendly grin.
He reached out and held my hand in his, and I just stared at him in disbelief. I mean, this guy is way too old for me, and he's also quite attractive. Was he trying to trick me into something? In my lap, I rested my hand on his, who appeared to be pained but managed to hide it with his grin. And, with a smirk on his face, asked, "So what did you get for your birthday?"
Aside from a new charm for my phone, my Mom and James bought me a new iPod, and Henry bought me this bracelet, which I jiggled to make it shine when I caught a ray of sunlight on my arm. Then he reached out and gently grabbed hold of my wrist, moving it closer to him so he could examine it more thoroughly.
Then he took hold of my hand once more, saying, "It's pretty."
He gazed at me, and I attempted to pull away again, but he only scowled and grasped my hand a bit more. "Please?" he whispered quietly, and I could feel myself being dragged into his gaze. He took my hand in his and I stopped resisting. It truly felt great, in a different manner than when Henry held my hand; when Henry and I held hands, it felt natural and usual, like breathing, but this felt nice in a different way; his hand was warm and slightly rough to the touch, unlike when Henry and I were holding hands.
After placing our drinks on the table, the waitress went away with a sour expression on her face. The first sip of my milkshake was really delicious; I couldn't stop myself from taking another sip.
In between sips of my milkshake, I exclaimed, "Wow, that's the nicest milkshake I've ever tasted."
In response to her affirmative response, he winked and remarked, "Yeah, I figured you'd like it."
I'm curious to know your exact age, Mr. Blake. The question was asked as I reached for a spoon in order to consume the ice-cream that was floating on top of my milkshake.
I asked him how old he was, and he responded he was 21 two months ago. He appeared to be irritated about something, so he squinted slightly.
"How did you get that expression? Is it difficult for you to be twenty-one?" I inquired, my voice full with laughter:
When it comes to age, I don't care because I waited a long time to meet the right person. When I finally do, she is so much younger than me that it isn't even legal to be with her! Mr. Huffing exclaimed while forcing his straw into his milkshake with great effort." 'He likes me,' I thought as I pushed the smile away. I can't believe it. Because of my age, if I had sexual relations with him, he could be prosecuted for statutory rape, and there is nothing we can do about it.
"Is there someone you like? Do I recognize her?" Smirk on my face, I inquired further.
Then he snapped, shaking his head: "It's not a joke, Samantha." It was an accident, but I'm okay with it. Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that, but it's just been so irritating," he replied, squeezing my hand a little more firmly.
Suddenly, there was silence. I couldn't think of anything to say, so we just stood there staring at the table together. With a casual smile on his face, he continued, "So tell me a little more about you."
When asked, "What information do you require?" she replied. My milkshake in hand, I expressed my gratitude for the talk, as I despised long periods of uncomfortable stillness.
"What kind of music do you like to listen to? Hmm... Do you have any hobbies or pastimes that you enjoy doing in your free time? Is there a particular color that you enjoy? What you're talking about "with his free hand, he expressed himself.
'Well, I generally listen to R&B music, and anything by 'Ne-yo' is one of my favorites. I enjoy dancing and going to the movies, and I know it seems dull, but I enjoy reading, and my favorite color is pink,' I explained with a grin."
"How do you feel, dear reader? You're either a student or a working professional." My question was this:
In the meantime, he added, he was working at Old Joe's over on East Street, which is a scrap yard. "But I don't really want to be doing that, so I'm always on the lookout for anything else."
Following an hour of conversation, he paid for our drinks and took my hand to assist me out of the booth, earning me yet another frown from the server as I walked out. The woman took a step in front of him and placed her palm on his chest. "Can I get your number?" she inquired with a sexy grin, tracing her index finger down his abs.
Our hands were linked as he grinned and raised them "What are you talking about, dudes? You think you have a chance when I'm holding her hand? I don't think you do." I was being dragged out of the room by his shaking head.
When I first saw her, I was taken aback and almost choked on my laughter, hurriedly putting my palm over my mouth and forcing a cough, but it was too late; she threw me a death stare and stormed out. In fact, he didn't appear to be bothered in the least by it, simply pulling me out of the car and unlocking the passenger side door for me. "Oh my goodness, did you really have to be so disrespectful? Her words made me believe she was going to knife me or something "Then I burst out laughing and raised my chin.
He made a joking face while speaking "I didn't mean to be impolite. And what was I supposed to say in the first place? To be courteous, you would prefer that I give her my phone number." His question was bright and cheerful.
Then I slapped him on the arm with a playful slap, saying, "No, but you could have just said no thanks or whatever, you didn't have to drag me into it."
He parked into an almost empty parking lot when we arrived at school with five minutes to spare. Is it possible for me to obtain your phone number?" The question was asked hurriedly, and he appeared to be a nice and fragile young man, quite unlike from what I had heard about him. There was no attempt to kiss me, and he ignored the waitress and didn't even look at her when she asked for something.
"And what exactly is the goal of this exercise, Blake. We can't go any further with this." "With a shrug, I said it: He let out a long, deep breath.
"I'd want to get your phone number, if possible. Allow me to suggest a date for you. I truly like you and I would like to see you "As he spoke, he scratched his jaw absentmindedly. It's not going to hurt anything. Just a date, nothing more. It does not imply that I will be sleeping with him, but Henry will go insane if I do. So what am I thinking about when I'm not even supposed to?
"Jailbait?" he inquired, jolting me out of my ruminating state of consciousness.
As I took the phone from him and entered my phone number, he replied, "Err, yeah, I guess that's all right." It was impossible for me not to reciprocate his enormous smile, which revealed all of his lovely teeth. My thoughts when I climbed out of the car were "I best go, Henry will be here any minute."
In response to my closing the door, he said, "Ok, well, I'll call you." Walking to the field, I drew my jacket closer to my body as the weather got colder. After a few rings, my phone began to ring. I looked at the screen and saw the name Blake. I frowned, wondering how in the world I had obtained his phone number. And he did it in my phone the first night of the game, I'm sure of it!
My greeting was, "Hello?"
When I snapped the phone shut, he said, "Just checking you gave me the right number." I laughed as well, then looked at the little rose charm and smiled as I slipped it back into my pocket. "Just checking you gave me the right number," he said, laughing.
I heard Henry say, "Hey Samantha bear," as I approached the field. He jogged over to me and attempted to wrap an arm around my shoulder, but I sprinted away.
"No way, look at the state you're in," I exclaimed, horrified as I looked at him, who was covered in mud, sweat, and a layer of grass on his body. He looked down at himself and laughed, then his head snapped up to look at me with an evil glint in his eye, oh sh*t! In the distance, I could hear him chasing after me and laughing.
I turned around and ran. He came up behind me and rubbed his face into my hair, grabbing me by the neck "What a yucky situation! Henry!" Then, as I began to whine giggling, he laughed and threw his arm over my shoulder as we walked away from the field.
Then he drew me closer to him, saying, "I'm sorry you had to wait for me, but at least you waited inside because it's getting cold out here." I opened my mouth to tell him I'd been with Blake, but nothing came out, oh just be a man and tell him it was Samantha, okay? When I was about to say something, he interrupted me and asked, "So, what movie do you want to watch tonight?"
"New Moon is fine with me, how about you?" "Um, I'm fine with that, how about you?" He groaned as I said this.
"Again with the shifter, how dare you. Not enough of him has been shown to you so far?" He made me laugh with his whining.
With a smile, I pushed him towards the locker rooms so he could shower. "There's no way you can ever have enough Taylor Lautner in your life," I said.
After dinner, my mother and brother brought out a cake and sang me a birthday song, just as I had anticipated. Looking over at Henry, he didn't seem to be singing at all; he was well aware that I disliked it. Instead of singing happy birthday to me, he sat there with a huge smile on his face, watching me grimace and wiggle in discomfort. They even forced me to blow out the candles like a five-year-old on my birthday cake!
Despite the fact that I'd forced him to watch it at least 6 times already, Henry, bless him, didn't complain once as we watched New Moon again. I checked my phone, and there was one new message from Blake when it beeped just as we were getting ready to go to bed. 'Hey, just wanted to say goodnight, and maybe I could take you out for a crappy dinner and a crappy movie tomorrow?' I typed into the text box on the computer. 'Blake ;)' is an abbreviation for "Blake ;)" I couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
"Can you tell me what's so amusing about this? Putting his arms behind his head, Henry inquired, "
The reason I was lying to him was unclear to me. "Err, nothing, just Susan," I said when he asked what was wrong. I snapped my phone shut and lied down next to him, just like I always had before.
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"Crap! Surely, it's he? So, what are your thoughts on the matter. Is it necessary for me to attend?" I asked Susan in a hurry, my phone flashing in my hand as I spoke.
She looked at me as if I was completely illiterate, and "How dare you ask such a ridiculous question. God forbid it is Blake Chambers! You should absolutely go!" As she looked at me, she said, "Roll your eyes." After all, Blake had texted me early this morning asking if I would be available to go out tonight at 7, and I was just staring at my phone, unsure of what I should do. I sighed and shook my head.