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Blake's POV
I was laying down in my bed thinking about Samantha when I saw that she was awake. I saw her yawn, check the clock, and run her fingers through her hair, she looked beautiful. I knew we had to talk so I texted her. I couldn't help but flirt with her even though I know she wouldn't appreciate it.
The whole drive to the diner was silent. I knew she was mad; she has a lot of reason to be mad.
I kept repeating all the things I was going to say to her in my head. I wasn't good at expressing my feelings; I never really had to before. Just thinking about what she was going to say makes me nervous. Nervousness, another feeling that I haven't felt in a while.
The last time I remembered feeling anything else but anger was when my parents died. I felt thousands of emotion then, but eventually I learned to shut them off. Except anger of course it was what motivates me.
But there I was with Samantha about to tell her that I actually cared about her and that I was sorry for everything.
After I told her everything, she just looked at me and I continued. I told her if I could take back ever meeting her so that I didn't put that in danger I would. When she told me that she wouldn't take it back I was honestly surprised, and happy that she cared that much.
Between she told me the she wanted to know more, that happiness faded away. She wanted to know more about me and my siblings. She knew that we wanted revenge for our parents killers and she knew that's we joined a gang in order to do that, and that was the main thing to know. But she knew that I was hiding something, to be honest I was hiding a lot of things.
Things that I never want to have to tell her. Things that no one as amazing as her should have to know. Things that wouldn't be safe to know.
There were reasons for everything that happened to us. It could be a simple straightforward reasons, but this reasons were far from simple and straightforward.
When Samantha walked out of the diner, I chased after her.
I was angry now. Angry for everything that happened to me, angry that I had to keep things from Samantha, angry from putting someone thing danger, and angry for not be able to be with Samantha.
When I saw the tears that falling down her cheek, all the anger faded into sadness and hurt.
Knowing that I caused those tears because I hurt her, killed me inside.
Kissing Samantha had to be the most amazing feeling in the world. Never have I ever felt this way while kissing a girl, and I've kissed a lot of girls.
Kissing her made me feel like I actually have a chance to live a normal life. That there was more to me than some dangerous bad boy. In that moment I felt so many emotions, and one that I couldn't identify. One emotion that I wasn't used to.
But when Samantha pulled her lips from mine all those feelings crashed into a million pieces, and I was back to being the bad boy on the run for the rest of his life. I forgot the emotion that I couldn't name, because I was consumed by the feeling of emptiness.
Samantha walked away from me, and wouldn't even look at me in the eye. I couldn't understand why she was acting this way. We drove home in silence, every time I would look over to her and began to say something the words couldn't come out.
I had no idea what to say, my thoughts were jumbled in my head.
When I got back to my room all I could think about was kissing Samantha.
I actually like Samantha. But 'like', wasn't the word to describe my feelings for her.
I like my motorcycle, I like pizza, and I like music.
I love Samantha.
As soon as I thought that I shot up from my bed.
Did I just think that?
That's impossible.
I pushed away the thought and did my best to think of something else. But no matter how hard I tried my thought always come back to the word 'love' and 'Samantha'.
It doesn't matter if I 'love' Samantha, because it doesn't change anything. It's too dangerous, there's too many secrets, and it could never happen.
My brain kept thinking rationally trying to convince myself that this could never happen, but my heart didn't care.
I hope that Samantha felt the same way; my heart believe that we could be together someday.
I knew I had to talk to Samantha about this, even though I had no idea what I would even say. She was coming over tomorrow to talk to my siblings so I would do it then.
I was confused and unsure about a lot of things; but one thing I was sure of was that kiss was amazing, and it wasn't to be the last one.
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Samantha's POV
I woke up this morning remembering the kiss between me and Blake.
I quickly pushed those thoughts away and went down to eat breakfast.
I sat at the table with Kiesha while I ate.
Today is the day I had to go talk to Blake's siblings. Kiefer made sure that he would be home today so he could come.
As annoying as Kiefer is, I am glad that he was coming. Knowing that I was alone in this made everything better.
My plan is to talk to Alexa and Alex, avoid Blake, and leave as soon as possible.
The door opened and reveal Blake. I am thankful that Kiefer is in front of me. Kiefer and Blake glared at each other as Kiefer walked through the door.
As I was following behind Kiefer Blake put his hand across the door keeping me from entering.
This wasn't supposed to be that hard. The avoiding Blake plan was falling apart before I even stepped inside his house.
"We need to talk." He said in a low husky voice making my knees weak.
"We talked enough." I said avoiding his stare, I quickly bent under his arm and made my way inside.
I sat on the couch beside Kiefer, Alexa and Alex was on the smaller couch across from us, and Blake was leaning on the wall beside his siblings with his arms crossed in front of him. I felt his eyes on me but I did my best to ignore it.
"Samantha how are you feeling?" Alexa asked.
"A little better." I replied.
"I'm glad. I know what you went through yesterday was very traumatic."
"It could have been worst if you guys weren't there, so thanks." I said.
Before Alexa could reply, Kiefer cut in.
"Okay, enough with the small talk. I want to know how you're planning on keeping Samantha safe." Kiefer said with a tone of anger in his voice.
I was expecting Alexa to return the attitude but he didn't, his face stays calm and so did his voice.
"Right. Well now that you involved our plan to take down the gang leader will be put in place faster. We have a few inside people keeping the gang leader and his people away from us, but were not expecting that to last long. But until we are sure that the gang is no longer a threat you will be guarded by one of us all the times. You might not see us but we will be there, making sure that you are safe. While one of us is with you, the other 2 will be working on the plan." Alexa said.
"That sounds kind of creepy." I said.
"Creepy, but safe." Alexa said with a smile.
"What happens if your plan fails?" I asked seriously after a moment of silence.
"We are all doing what we can, and if it fails we always have a back up plan. But it's nothing for you to worry about." Alexa said.
"How long do you think this is going to go on for?" I asked.
"We don't know really. We're going to try do it as fast as we can, but we don't want ro rush it and not be ready." Alexa said.
"Okay." I answered.
"Any more questions?" Alexa asked.
I shook my head but Kiefer began to talk.
I zoned out not listening to the conversation between Kiefer and Alexa.
I quickly glanced over to Blake who was staring back at me intently.
When Kiefer got up and shook his hands with Alexa and Alex, I followed.
As we were making our way out the door a hand gripped my upper arm.
"Samantha wait." Blake said.
I looked back to him, thinking over if I sgould talk to him or not.
"I can't, I have to go." I said pulling away from him and continuing to my house.
As I walked up my steps, to my front door I looked over to where Blake still stood on his porch.
"I'll see you tonight, Sam." He said with a smirk, as he opened the door to his house and went inside.
I stood outside with my jaw dropped.
What did he meant by 'see you tonight'? I wasn't going out again, that's for sure. But the smirk on his face told me knew something I didn't, and I was positive it wasn't something I would like.