I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [20] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

Giddy.

If anything, I felt giddy and full of life. I was starting to develop a little crush towards Brandon, but it was him for god's sake. Crushing on someone was a normal way of life; it doesn't mean anything. Anyway, I felt extraordinarily happy for the first time in weeks - and that was what matters the most.

"Samantha, any idea why my shirt is purple?"

No wait. That was what matters the most.

Pulling an agog expression a bit too late, I gasped and said, "Oh no! Someone must have put some...some...err, food coloring..."

He raised an eyebrow, bemused. "Fine," he said curtly. "Next time please restrain yourself from dumping purple food coloring into the washing machine."

"I am so sorry," I muttered, biting my bottom lip. "It won't happen again I promise. I just had a little accident in which I didn't really know how to do laundry and--" I stopped myself before I could make a fool out of myself further.

His lips were quivering, and his eyes were filled with sadistic amusement. I glared at him. "We're going to be late for school," he said. "Take an energy bar or something in the fridge, and let's go."

"Oh and Samantha?" he said, retreating back to my room. "About last night..." he trailed off, and I felt my heart fluttered in anticipation. "Yes?"

"Could we just forget that it happened?" he finally said.

What?

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I couldn't help it. I really couldn't. If I could, I wouldn't be tearing my papers with the tip of my blue pen right now. Amber and I went to our school's library after school ended. There were a couple of seniors there who were scribbling down notes or studying.

"Sammy-- Sam!" Amber hissed. I looked up from my work questioningly. Amber eyes darted from the paper to me and back to the paper again. "You're not seriously going to hand in that rubbish do you?"

I ripped out a fresh sheet of paper and started to write again, a bit too angrily. We had so much fun last night - he admitted it himself! But suddenly he wanted me to forget it? Act as if nothing ever happened?

We fucking kissed!

I glared furiously at the textbook. Summer vacation was coming in a few days, and the teacher made sure we received plenty of homework to do. In fact, the first 50 homework they gave us, they thought it wasn't enough. So they multiplied it by one hundred. We were graduating this year for god's sake!

"Sam," Amber said, and when I looked up, I could tell that she was worried. I put down my pen and cracked my knuckles. I needed someone to share these things to, and I've been really secretive towards Amber. She deserved to know more than anyone else.

So we packed up and left the school grounds. Brandon's house was a bit far, so I guess I could just hail a cab or something later. Whilst walking, I told Amber all about what happened for this past couple of days. That, and the whole Tom ordeal.

By the time I finished, I honestly thought I gave her a heart attack, and nearly yelled, "HELP! SOMEONE CALL 911!"

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?!" she exclaimed angrily in the midst of the excitement. "Brandon kissed you! HE KISSED YOU!"

"Could you be a little bit louder please? I don't think people from Pluto heard you well enough," I said sarcastically. "Not only that, you're staying with him?" she said, completely ignoring me. "Amber. Amber! You've got to listen to me. Do not tell anyone!" I whined.

She stopped dead in her tracks, looking aghast. I grinned. "I won't tell anyone! Not one living soul!" she said. "What about Danny?"

Damn it.

"Not yet," I said guiltily.

"Sam, he's a bastard."

"Who? Danny?" I said, shocked. She gave me an odd look. "No! Brandon!"

Oh. "You know, if you get to know him further, he's very sweet in his own little way," I squeaked. Amber was glaring at me. "He asked you forget the single most incredible experience you've ever had last night."

And for that, I was going to kill him.

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First day of summer vacation and Brandon was still alive. He looked a bit frustrated than ever, and I avoided talking to him for the rest of the week. I wasn't going to confront him, not yet anyway. I was doing my part of the deal by doing his chores.

But since I was living here now, I had my own chores to do too. I searched the Internet for summer job interviews, but the thing was, I was a little bit too late. And some summer jobs were miles away.

I refrained myself from working with machines in this house at first sight. I discreetly asked for assistance from what's left of the housekeepers, and read the manual.

The summer breeze was tugging at my sleeves lightly, and I forced my eyes open when I heard footsteps coming my way. "Morning," he said, sitting down to the patch of grass next to me casually. I let out a small grunt.

I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Don't tell me you're still looking for a summer job," he said, sighing. I narrowed my eyes. He thought I was upset because of that friggin' summer job?

Err...well, of course I was. But I was more upset about what he said and asked me to do. To forget. As if it was the simplest thing to do in the world. Not only it was not simple, it was stupid.

"No," I replied curtly. "Then what is it? You've been avoiding me all week!"

I shut my eyes again, letting the breeze soothe me - to calm myself down...before I might do something towards Brandon that I might regret in jail. My right hand was spread out beside me, grazing the grass lightly.

He was merely teasing me. He always did that to me, of all people. Tease. So that kiss must be a playful thing too.

"Look," he said calmly. "My mother had invited me to her cottage outside of Michigan. I've got no choice but to leave for the summer."

Was he kicking me out?

"I would love for you to come with me," he said, his voice went a bit high-pitched. This guy found it hard to admit the pettiest of things. He probably never said, "I love you" to his parents.

A vision lit up in my mind of Brandon hugging his father tightly and dramatically said, "Oh dad! How could I've been so...so blind? I love you. I always will."

A small giggle escaped my lips, and I covered it by coughing. "Sure, I'll come," I said, sitting up with my legs stretched in front of me. I was wearing a pair of green sandals, denim shorts and short-sleeved t-shirt.

"Then pack up, we're leaving."

"Now?" I said, baffled. "In a couple of hours. It's a long drive you know."

We were not even in the car and I already felt car sick by the words 'long drive'.