Hey guys. Here's chapter 2. For those of you who are confused, this is a continuation of CRAZY IN LOVE. Thanks to the best editor alive, Mococoa :)
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The obnoxious buzzing of the alarm went off, waking Samantha from her somber slumber. She let out a loud groan and rolled over, pulling the pillow over her head.
The buzz wouldn't stop. She dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
"Ahh shit," she mumbled staring at her reflection. Her wild black hair was just that -- wild and tangled. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and headed for the shower.
The warm water cascaded down the slopes, flats and curves of her toned body. Samantha grabbed her Caress shower gel and lathered. The fruity scent filled her nostrils and she sighed. She grabbed her conditioner from the corner of the shower and massaged it into her scalp. She was content. Sleepy, but content.
She looked down at the new ink edition on her ribs and smiled. Sketch had done a really good job.
Sketch. Tanner. Tanner?
Whatever. Too bad she'd forgotten to call him that night. And the next day. And the next day...
Her mind snapped back to the dream she had. The dream she'd been having. That's where she remembered him from.
It was always a fuzzy dream. One that really had no purpose or any form of meaning: a dream where you only remember faces and bits and pieces of happenings.
She remembered looking at him. Like they were sitting beside each other. In a car. She remembered being in a large building. Something like a barn. Bits and pieces.
Samantha shrugged it off and rinsed off. She stepped out of the shower and shivered as the cool air hit her damp body. She quickly towel dried herself and looked at the clock.
"Fuck. I'm gonna be late."
She quickly applied lotion to her body, smeared A & D ointment on her tattoo and got dressed. She brushed her now manageable hair back and put it up into a wet messy bun. She looked at it in the mirror.
"Eh. Not the prettiest, but at least it smells good."
She headed for the front door but stopped at Mia's bedroom door. Samantha quietly opened it and tiptoed in. She smiled at her cousin's sleeping form and looked around at the tidy room. She stared some more until snatching the sheets off of her. Mia opened her eyes slowly and looked up.
"What?" she asked with a sleep-laced voice.
"I just wanted to let you know I'm going to work."
"Oh, okay," Mia said turning to her side. "Have a good day."
"Thanks. Now, wake your ass up!" she yelled, smacking Mia's plump backside.
"Oww! Stop it! I'm gonna beat your ass when you get back."
"No you're not. You might break a nail," she said as she walked toward the door.
"We'll see. Now get out."
"Yea, yea, yea."
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Samantha stared as she watched the line get longer at her register.
"Fuck," she thought. "Why don't these people just go home?"
She plastered on a fake smile as an older lady took her place at the register.
"Did you find everything okay today, ma'am?" she asked politely.
"Oh yes, dear. Thank you."
Sam smiled. She liked pleasant customers. She rang up the woman's items quickly.
"That'll be $7.35. Would you like to donate a dollar to the Children's Network?"
"Yes dear," the older lady said fishing around in her purse. She gave Samantha the money and put a dollar in the jar on the counter.
"Thank you very much. You have a very good day, ma'am. Come see us again."
The lady smiled and was off. Before she could turn around, the next customer threw his items down on the counter and started mindlessly chatting with the girl behind him in line.
"Rude ass," she thought.
She quickly scanned his items and rung him up.
"That'll be $38.04."
The guy ignored her and continued his conversation with the young girl.
"Excuse me. I said that'll be $38.04," she repeated louder.
"Whoa! Chill out little lady," he said, holding a finger up at her. The girl behind him giggled.
"Look, this isn't a lobby or a lounge. If you want to talk, step out of line. I have customers waiting," she snapped, staring down the back of his fitted cap clad head.
"Ouch," he said finally turning around.
Samantha could have pissed herself. There he was. Sketch. Tanner. Whatever the hell his name was.
"Calm down, Sam. I was just having a little convo with the lovely lady behind me. You know friendly conversation. The thing you and I were supposed to have when you were going to call me."
Sam stood there in disbelief for a moment before regaining herself.
"This isn't Facebook. It's Rugged. You shop. I ring you up. Now, that'll be $38.04."
"Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam," he said digging out money from his wallet and handing it to her. "You and that mouth of yours. I see you haven't changed a bit."
"You don't know anything about me," she said hostilely.
"That's where you're wrong. I know everything about you,
Samantha
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He stuffed a few dollars in the donation jar and grabbed his bags.
"Keep the change, doll face."
For the second time in 10 minutes she stood there in disbelief.
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Samantha couldn't wait to get home. It was late, she was tired and she had homework to do.
Tanner put out his cigarette and followed Samantha to her car. She hit the alarm and threw her bags in the back. When she went to open the driver side door, a hard body blocked her. She went into fight mode automatically and started swinging violently.
"Stop! Damnit, Sam stop!"
Samantha stopped her assault when she heard the voice. She looked up and into those blue eyes. She backed away and scoffed.
"What the fuck do you want?" she asked, getting one last hit in.
"I wanted to talk to you. And ouch."
"You had your chance to say what you wanted earlier, asshole."
"And I did except I have more to say."
