As they we're heading out the door she turned to Calvin. "Thanks for dinner. But I'm going to my apartment."
He looked as if he wanted to say something but instead he nodded and leaned in for a kiss, yet Samantha turned and it landed on her cheek. He pulled back and looked at her surprised. She didn't give him an explanation. Instead she told him that she would call him later, and turned to Caroline for a ride.
They went to her car and Annabel hopped in also, leaving her car with Andy. When both Caroline and Samantha looked at her questionably, she only smiled and said. "I'm not going to miss this shit." Caroline laughed and cranked up the car. The trio made it to the apartment in record time, and Samantha hurriedly changed her clothes. Just in case Kristie wanted to get ratchet again she would be ready. She walked into the kitchen to get an ice pack before going back into the living room, both Caroline and Annabel was on the couch talking about the scene that had taken place.
"Did you see how my girl did that damn WWE Slam? I thought that bitch was broken in half for a second." Caroline picked.
"Nah did you see that damn hit to the face. Ole girl mouth was busted open." Annabel replied.
When Samantha walked around the couch to sit on the coffee table they grinned at her. "What?"
Caroline shook her head. "Girl I didn't know you packed a punch like that. I mean damn."
Samantha shook her head. "I'm not a fighter. I think it's absurd." She adjusted the ice pack over her knuckles. Kristie had some hard as teeth. "But when she hit me I lost it. I shouldn't have been there at all. The whole damn campus is going to label me, and think that I fight over men."
"We know who you are Sam. WE know you're not a fighter, and would
never
fight over a man. That's all that matters." Samantha looked at Annabel. "Besides no one is going to fault you for sticking up for yourself. Especially when Kristie was the obvious aggressor."
"Thank you for that bell."
"An honey, you were there because even though you're upset with Ian right now. You were there to support him."
"Carol, please not now."
"All I'm saying is that your feelings for him are so obvious Samantha. Really there isn't even a reason for you to try to run from it any longer." She crossed her legs and arms. "As far as Calvin goes." She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes.
Samantha was stunned. "What is it? You don't like him?"
"It's nothing."
Samantha gazed at Caroline confused. "Carol if you got something to say just say it"
Caroline huffed. "Sam, it just felt as if he was trying too hard. The way he was pawing at you!" Caroline looked at her incredulous. "I mean come on! Ya'll had to have known that Ian was watching. To me that was low."
Samantha looked between her and Annabel. Annabel just sat back and listened. She didn't offer any input so Samantha turned her attention back to Caroline.
"You said that he was a great guy, a 'gentleman,' well to me, he appeared anything but.
Samantha was about to reply when the front door was thrown open. Samantha's eyes immediately connected with those of Kristie. She wasn't alone. As she walked in a tall brunette walked in behind her. Nothing was said, she passed by glaring at Samantha evilly. Samantha stood with her hands on her hips and watched her closely.
When they disappeared down the hall, Samantha followed. She stood right at the door and leaned against it. She watched closely as Kristie slung her things in suit cases and duffle bag. Whenever she got to her furniture, she paused and put her hands on her slender hips. Her soft oval face showed nothing but hatred.
"Whatever you can't take with you will be shipped to where you stay."
Kristie snatched her bags up and walked close to the door. "Can we get pass? You're blocking the fucking door."
Samantha moved closer to her quickly. Kristie flinched back, but tried to recover by placing her hands on her hips. Samantha felt a smile coming, but she hide it. Silently she moved to the side and allowed her to exit. Kristie turned at the door with a sneer. "This is not over."
After a moment she heard the front door slam close.
"Well that went well."
**
Sunday came and went and before he knew it Monday was already here. Within a few hours they were going to be on the road, and on the way home. He felt both excitement and fear. Both his family and hers were bound to notice the tension between them. It wanted to talk to her so bad. Yet she never returned his calls, or replied to his messages. So he was hoping that when he saw her tomorrow, she would be more open to talk to him. Until then he busied himself with packing. After an hour or so. He had everything packed up and ready to go sitting neatly near the door to his room.
He sat down at his desk to ponder over ways to get Samantha to talk to him. After much thought, he finally figured out a way for her to at least listen to his words. Though it was a bit childish and a bit of a long shot, it was worth a try. He literally had nothing to lose. Without her in his life already was a living nightmare. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he collected his thoughts and prepared to put his feelings into words on paper.
Siri,
Please don't be angry with Caroline. But I had to find a way for you to hear me out. I can't begin to describe how hard it's been on me to not be around you. But I've dealt with it because it's what you want. And Samantha I want you to know that I will do anything for you. No matter what it is, I would do it. For you. It's taking me a long time to realize just how selfish of a person I was. More towards you than anyone else. I'm so sorry for the way I've acted. It was a fucked up way to treat someone you love. I've learned from my mistakes. Since we are going home today, I was hoping that we could work on getting back to our friendship. It would be the perfect time, to get back to how things used to be. Please just consider this Samantha. I will give you space, or anything else that you require. If you are reading this, know that I love you. That will never change.
Curly
He felt foolish for resorting to writing letters as if they were in middle school. But that wouldn't stop him from giving it to Caroline, so she could pass it on to Samantha. Hopefully over the course of the long drive she will think things through and allow him the opportunity to ease his way back into her heart. Pulling out his phone. He dialed Caroline.
"Hello."
"Hey Caroline its Ian.
There was a pause over the line.
"I know that I am the last person you want to talk to. But I wanted to ask for a favor." He stated. After a lengthy silence.
"Ian never put words in my mouth. I never said I didn't want to talk to you, cause if I didn't you would know it." She paused for an effect. "What kind of favor do you need?" She asked curiously.
Ian hesitated for a second before he pushed forward. "I'm trying to get Samantha to open up towards me. I've tried to get her to talk to me, but it hasn't been working..."
"So, you want me to use my position as one of her best friends to persuade her too." Caroline cut in.
Ian was silent with guilt. "I wrote a letter. If you could give it to her I would really appreciate it."
He waited for the joke that was sure to come, from his admission. However Caroline shocked him.
"Okay."
"You'll do it?" he questioned.
Caroline let out a deep sigh. "Ian I said I will give it to her. But let me tell you this. I'm not going to feed her any bullshit. I won't boost you up, just so she will believe that you've got your shit together."
"Because I know you still have your issues. Samantha has a few of her own. So my point is that I love Samantha and I want her to be happy. Don' screw this up. If you do, then you don't deserve her and you're on your own."
"I understand."
"Alright, just give it to me tomorrow and I'll get it to her." She hung up.
Ian smiled smugly. The odds were more in his favor than he realized. He thought that Caroline hated him, just as much as Samantha did. Well since she was on his team instead of Calvin, he decided he wouldn't look the gift horse in the mouth.
Night came and went. Ian found himself waking up eagerly. Rushing to his bathroom he hurriedly showered. He then brushed his perfectly even white teeth, and trimmed the light blonde stubble adoring his strong jaw. Afterwards he tried to tame his thick unruly curls. They'd grown longer since the beginning of the month. The once vivid cobalt blue streaks, were now fading into a cotton candy blue. Now falling almost to his chin. After trying numerous times, he was unsuccessful with getting all of the tangles out, so he chose to don his navy blue beany. To match his grey/ with blue sleeves raglan shirt. Paired with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, that weren't too tight, but formed to his long limbs perfectly. Lastly he chose to wear his matching navy blue/grey vans.
He assessed himself once more. A bit self-conscious about what Samantha might think about his attire. The entire goal, was for her to take notice and acknowledge the attraction between them. He checked for any lint, then threw on his silver chain he always wore around his neck, along with his Rolex and leather wrist band. Spraying a bit of cologne at the base of his throat, he then shut off everything and walked into his bedroom. A knocked sounded at his door, he knew it was mike.
"Come on in."
Michael walked in dressed in a causal pair of jeans, a thick hoodie with a thick black hoodless jacket, and a pair of thick sole boots.
"You ready, bro?"
Ian nodded, throwing a few last minute items into his small backpack.
"Cool, I loaded my things in the car already." He checked his watch. "We're meeting the girls at Samantha's right?"
"Yeah." Ian replied putting on his heavy ash grey cardigan.
"Do you need help carrying your stuff downstairs?" Michael asked. Ian had a medium sized suit case bulging with clothes. On the bed was a large duffle bag. "Do you plan on moving back home?" he joked.
"Har har. You're so funny. Let's get going jackass." Ian smoothly slipped the letter for Samantha in to his back pocket. A wave of anxiousness passed throughout his stomach. He couldn't wait to see his sunshine.
***
Samantha sipped on her warm mug of coffee contently as she watched re-runs of Bones. The sight of Seely booth early in the am, was a perfect way to start the day off right. Caroline was in the next room, getting ready for the day ahead. The night before, she had arrived with her luggage and spent the night. Her bags sat at the door alongside her own. Already prepared and ready to hit the road once the guys arrived. Hopefully they would be on the road before 8. Her focus was centered directly at the interesting drama before her, when Caroline finally walked in dressed in a white volcom stone jacket, with fur around the hood; her attention was drawn to her bright red skinnies.
"You look cute Miss Thang."
Caroline grinned and fluffed out the back of her short bob as she posed. "Thanks, babe." She flopped her ample behind down on the couch beside Samantha. "Speaking of looking cute, look at you! Girl you're glowing."
Samantha looked down at her long black sweater that touched mid-thigh; her legs were clad in fairisle patterned knit tights, matched with a pair of jet black boots. Shaking her head she turned her attention back towards the television.
"Don't try to ignore me, Sam." Caroline playfully grabbed for Samantha and wrapped her arms around her neck. She kissed her cheek, as Samantha giggled.
"Uh-uh, Carol!" She giggled again. And finally got out of Caroline's hold. She wiped the moist spot from Caroline's kisses off her cheek.
Caroline stuck her tongue out at her. Samantha grimaced and turned away, as a knock sounded at the door. She unfolded her legs from the couch and walked to the door. Standing on tippy toes she peeked out the peephole before she unlatched the lock. Opening the door to two living, breathing, Adonis. Taking up her entire front entrance.
