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Blake's POV
Seeing her face puzzled and shocked was priceless.
When Alexa told Samantha that we were going to be watching her in order to protect her, she really didn't go into details. So she had no idea that it included while she slept.
Being the fine gentlemen I was, I told my siblings I would take the first night of watching.
Of course my siblings meant watch her from a distance but I feel the closer I am to her, the safer she is. Even though I'm pretty sure Samantha won't be too happy about that.
I could tell earlier that her plan was to avoid me. It wasn't a good plan, because avoiding me specially now was impossible. And I think she knows that.
I waited till it got dark out, and peeked through my window to see Samantha leaving the room with het pajamas.
I climbed up the tree and through her eindow which she left unlocked.
When I finally steady myself, I walked to her bed and sat down.
After a few moments the bedroom door opened, and Samantha walked in with a towel on her hands.
When she first saw me, she let out a gasp.
"You scared me you jerk!" She screamed.
"You think you would lock your window, or at least be used to this by now." I said.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she crossed her arms.
I took the moments to look over her body. She was wearing white bunny slippers which made me smile. But the smile slowly faded as the feeling of lust over as I looked up her long bare legs. She was wearing a big football jersey, which fell almost to her mid-tigh. It was a giant jersey with number 8 on it.
When Samantha cleared her throat, I broke my gaze on her legs, and looked up at her with traces of lust in my eyes. I could just see the pink in her cheeks. I made her blushed just by looking at her, and this girl thinks she could stay away from me, ha very funny.
"I'm here to protect you." I said with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" She asked puzzled.
"Well, when Alexa told you we were watching you, he meant all the time. Even when you're sleeping."
"Can't one of your siblings do ut? I'm pretty sure they wouldn't sneak into my room and watch me like a creep." She said with her hands on her hips.
"Well it's my turn tonight, and what's fun in that?" I asked with the smirk plastered on my face.
She just walked over to her bureau and stared in the mirror. She then took the towel off her head letting her long damp waves fall around her, and then she slowly bent over and quickly flipped her hair back. It was so beautiful and sexy that it was like straight out of a movie. I couldn't help but be a little turned on.
Samantha didn't realized the affect that her little hair flip had on me, because she went right back to looking at the mirror, running her hands through her hair.
As I sat on her bed I stared at her as she brushed her hair, put cream on her legs, and played with her hair.
After a few moments I saw her looking at me in the mirror with a smirk on her face. I raised my eyebrow looking at her questioningly, but she just shook her head and smiled.
When she was done, she sat on her bed against the back board, and I was laying down the opposite way with my feet by her and my head on the bottom of the bed. The room was silent for a few moments as my hand played with Samantha's bunny slippers.
"What do you want Blake?" She asked seriously breaking the silence.
"A million dollars, immortality, a ferrari, a-" I said before she cut me off.
"No blake, what do you want from me?" She asked interrupting me.
I thought about that question for a few moments. The answer I could came up with didn't make any sense. Everytime I would begin to open my mouth, nothing would came out. So I settled with the truth.
"I don't know." I answered after a while, while I looked up to her.
"I really wish you would figure it out." She said with a sigh.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why what?"
"Why do I have to have a reason, why do you want me to figure it out? Can't we just be like this?" I asked gesturing between me and her.
"What is this?"
Another question I didn't have a straight answer to. I knew what I wanted it to be, but I also knew it was impossible, so again I settled with the truth.
"I don't know." I answered.
"This isn't okay Blake. That's why we need to end whatever this is before it gets bad. Everytime I try to distance myself, you won't let me." She said with a sigh.
What she didn't know what that is was already bad. I thought distance was a great thing, it was safer, and a whole lot less complicated. But I care way too much to let her leave me. The thought of not ever kissing her, or touching her killed me.
"I can't." I said in almost a whisper.
I saw Samantha move closer to the edge of the bed, so I sat against the end board of the bed.
"Why not?" Samantha asked as she sat crossed legged in front of me.
"I care about you too much." I said.
"I care about you too, that's why I want you to tell me everything that you're keeping from me." She said.
"I can't." I said.
"If you cared as much as you say you do then you would tell me." She said as the anger began to surface in her voice.
"Samantha you don't understand." I said, as my hand went to cupped her cheek she moved away and got up off the bed and leaned against the bureau.
"No, Blake you don't understand. I'm scared. I'm scared of this gang guy, I'm scared of what I don't know, I'm scared that you and your siblings would fail, I'm scared that you guys would get hurt, I'm scared of losing you, I'm scared of this feeling, and most of all I'm scared of you." She said quickly as she paced back and forth.
I stood up, took Samantha's forearms in my hand and pushed her against the wall by her bed.
"Listen to me. You have nothing to be scared of, okay? I will never hurt you." I said looking into her eyes.
"I don't believe that."
"Why not?" I asked puzzled.
"I barely know nothing about you, and what I want to know you won't tell me. Blake you're the bad boy player, you're meant to hurt me." She said almost in a whisper.
I could feel the anger running through my vein. I thought Samantha was the only person who didn't think about me like that, guess I was wrong.
"I can't hurt you even if I wanted to!" I said strongly.
"You're lying!" She spit back.
"Man, I wish I was lying. If I was lying then I'd be able to let you go without hesitating, but I can't. If I was lying I'd go out and bang some random chick and wouldn't think twice about you, but I don't want to even think of doing that. If I was lying I wouldn't be here, but here I am. You're so stupid Samantha I wouldn't hurt someone I love!" I screamed.
I didn't think about what I just said. I was so angry and it just came out. Even as I looked down at the expression on Samantha's face, I didn't care.
What finally brought me back to reality was when Samantha spoke.
"You can't." Samantha whispered.
I started to panic. I couldn't believe I just told her that. It was something that I wasn't even sure about. There was no point in lying now.
"But, I do." I said, looking down at her.
"I-I... I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back." She said in a mumble, and quickly pushed pass me to the door.
I laid back on Samantha's bed, trying to take deep breaths. I had no idea what I was going to do. I am so stupid.
When I went to pull the pillow closer to me I felt something hard underneath. I pulled it out from under the pillow to see it was a sketchpad.
I knew Samantha was an amazing artist, even though I only saw one if her drawings.
I was incredibly curious about the things that Samantha thought were special enough to capture on paper.
I opened the first page to see a portrait of an older man who look similar to Samantha, a man who I realized was her father.
I flipped through a few more pages that were filled with flowers and scenery until I got to one drawing that was terrifying.
It was a car crashed into a tree with a man inside full of blood. It was so life like it was scary. When I turned the page it was another drawing from that horrible nightmare. It was a drawing of an elderly woman lying down beside the car that hit the tree. They were so vivid and detailed that I was scared. Scared to think that they weren't just drawings, but experiences.
When I finally got to the page that wasn't filled with car, it was the drawing flowers that I saw Samantha drawing when I first met her.
But what really shocked me was the next page. It was a portrait of me. I was smiling, a real smile. A smile that I used only a few times and they were all with Samantha. It was amazing how a drawing captured so many things.
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Samantha's POV
The whole day I was thinking about Blake. Wondering why won't he leave me alone? I just wanted to end this whole complicated thing between me and Blake but he won't let me. I knew gow he cared about me, and I cared about him but it still didn't make sense. What does this bad boy player want from me?
But I got my answer.
An answer that I wasnt expecting in a million years.
Love.
You're so stupid Samantha I wouldn't hurt someone I love!" He said.
I stared at him in awe and disbelief. I didn't even think he realized what he just said. I am hoping that he won't even remember what saying it. I didn't even thought he was going to play it off as a joke, but he didn't.
"You can't." I whispered.
"But I do." He said, confirming the unbelievable.
I had to get out of there. I didn't like this feeling that was going through my body when he said he loved me, I felt like I wasn't in control. The closeness and the feelings scared me. The feeling of actually considering loving him back was the last straw. I mumbled something to him and ran out the door into the bathroom.
What just happened?
This was my fault I had to push him for answers, and now he gave me one that could ruin everything.
He knew what I felt about love, and I was pretty sure I knew how he felt. But I guess I was wrong.
I did my best to push away the hopeful romantic thoughts. I couldn't believe part of me was actually filled with happiness over what he said. This isn't who I am. I don't love, I don't even think about love, but here this guy is starting to change me.
I turned the sink on and splashed some water over my face, trying to pull myself together.
I had no idea what I was going to do, what was I going to say.
Before I realized what I was doing I walked out of the bathroom and made my way to my room. I had to plan on what I was going to do or say I guess I was just going to wing it.
When I opened the bedroom door, I saw Blake sitting on bed looking at something in his hands.
As soon as I realized that it was my sketchpad I ripped it from his hands.
He looked up at me in confusion.
My sketchpad was filled with the most personal things, drawings of peoples and scenes that impacted my life so much. It was filled with my weaknesses, the person I used to be.
The fact that this guy was looking through it, and uncovering things that no one knew about me was scary.
"I'm going to sleep downstairs on the couch, you can sleep in my bed." I said.
"Night." I said quickly as I shut the door, before he could protest.
I went downstairs and laid on the couch think about everything that he took place.
Trying to ignore the part of that I wanted to go upstairs and talk to Blake.
Blake is a bad boy player, he probably doesn't even know what he wants. He is dangerous, and he has too many secrets. He know nothing could ever happen to between us. I came up with millions of reasons why Blake loving me is just too insane.
But a little voice in my head just kept telling me it doesn't matter and you'll realize it soon.
This little voice in my head seemed like it knew something I didn't, I'd appreciate if they enlightened me with the answer. But that's too easy, and life is never easy.