The Boy Next Door

Chapter Thirteen

The Boy Next Door-

Last chapter was short and I apologize for that, but that was all I had managed to type up with the way my wrist was and my keyboard not working properly. This chapter is more of a filler than anything, but it was necessary.

Chapter Thirteen:

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She was so un-freaking-believably stupid.

Mentally, Samara called herself all kinds of fool as she parked her car, scowling when her mother got out grumbling under breath and slammed the car door shut behind her. Samara banged her head on the steering wheel once she had the car shut off. The horn honked in response and she jerked upright again, murmuring low sorry to the pale faced, blue haired elderly woman glowering at her from across the lot, one hand clutched to her chest. Hell, she had almost given an old woman a heart attack. Didn’t that just figure?

“I would like to eat sometime today, Samara.” Her mother called, hands propped on her hips, foot tapping impatiently on the sidewalk. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

“And if I do?” She muttered under her breath, scowling at the mismatched socks on her feet. She had been in such a hurry to get this lunch done and over with she had not even noticed that she had grabbed one black sock and one green. Oh well, it wasn’t as though she really cared.

“Of course,” her mother mused. “It’s not as though you need to eat all that much.” The haughty tone combined with her superior expression had Samara itching to slap her.

Why had she agreed to have lunch with her mother again? Oh, that’s right! She had agreed because Colton had smiled, flashed those adorable damn dimples at her and she had forgotten just who she was agreeing to have lunch with for a moment… And, if she were being honest with herself, she was too curious not to go. Too curious for her own good. Because, honestly, when was the last time her mother had even remembered her birthday, let alone wanted to take her out for lunch.

No, Veronica Lane wanted something and Samara was determined to figure out what.  Even if it meant she had to-Samara shuddered-spend time with her mom. Which, in retrospect might just be the stupidest idea she had ever had but it was too late to turn back now.

At least, that’s what Samara kept telling herself as she got out of the car and joined her mother on the sidewalk in front of The Diner as it was so aptly called, curling her hands into fists to keep from yanking every perfectly curled and colored air from her mother’s head. 

She had been fighting that distinct urge since her mother had made her little comment as soon as they had stepped from the hallway into her apartment. As soon as she had been sure there was no one around to overhear her little remark.

“So… here we are,” A small, stiff smile curled her lips, anxiety skittering across her skin as soon as she set foot in the nearly abandoned diner, stepping aside for her mother to move ahead of her.

Without even realizing it, Samara had driven her mother to the diner, nearly on the other side of the city that Colton had brought her to on their one and only date. Because, despite the amount of stares and whispers she had procured that night, she felt more comfortable having lunch with her mother here than anywhere else.