So yes! I heared you all guys and your support for my first book was astounding! I finally decided to write Book 2 and here it is. I know I have left so many questions. This books is all about answering and filling in those blanks.
And yeah, I kind of entered this story to this year's Watty Award 2012. I hope you would give this book the same amount of support you gave After School with Mr. Obnoxious. Thank you all so much.
CHAPTER 1 - What Happens Next
Sam blushed as soon as she realized she'd been staring into Aaron's deep, blue eyes. They'd been together for quite some time already and everything around her was going smoothly. The school, her family back in Ohio, friends and her relationship with the most popular guy back in High School.
"Don't stare at me too long, Sam. I'm going to melt." Aaron joked. He was lying in bed with Sam. Lizzie just got out from a broken relationship and was out on a date with someone new. And the two found the opportunity to cuddle and cherish the time Aaron had before going back to Chicago.
"You are so full of yourself, Lanter." Sam rolled her eyes.
Aaron just smiled and pulled her closer. He clasped his hand around Sam's neck, pulling her closer to him while his mouth met hers eagerly. He kissed her softly.
Sam responded the kiss with less hesitation. She'd been struggling with her own insecurities when it comes to her relationship with the High School hotshot. So many times she had told herself that everything had changed already. They're in college and Aaron's just an ordinary College guy just like her. He's no Mr. Quarterback anymore. They're already equal.
Their kiss grew hotter and more intense. Sam's hands slid under Aaron's shirt, easing it up, revealing his muscular physic. He helped her and tossed his shirt on the floor.
The kiss deepened as Aaron started to work on Sam's carnation pink blouse.
"Aaron... I don't think..." Sam pulled back.
"It's okay, Sam. I understand. Don't be scared." Aaron hushed and kissed her nose and down, back to her pinkish lips.
The world seemed to have melted away again when suddenly the door swung open. Both of them jerked and Aaron jumped out of the bed to retrieve his shirt from the floor.
Lizzie came in, half drunk and was already grinning. "Damn! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt guys. Aaron...forgive me."
Aaron frowned and rolled his eyes. He was still trying to think for any reason to might actually learn to like Sam's new found friend.
Sam hurriedly buttoned her blouse. "It's my fault. I forgot to lock the door."
"You forgot to lock the door?" Aaron glowered at her.
"Again... I am so sorry. You guys can carry on. My date is waiting outside. We'll just grab some food out and maybe you're done by that time." Lizzie said.
"I think you should have thought about knocking first and then that." Aaron replied with his usual sarcastic voice.
"I said I'm sorry Aaron." Lizzie retorted.
"We can all go out and grab some food. And maybe you can introduce us to your new boy-toy." Sam suggested, trying to lift up the tension in the room, which obviously made Aaron frown even more.
"I'm not hungry, Sam. I have to go back to Chicago in a few hours. Lizzie can leave now."
Sam flashed Aaron a warning look.
Lizzie smiled. "I will leave now. Again, I'm sorry. See you soon, Aaron." She said and closed the door behind her.
"I really think you should get a new room or maybe your own place." Aaron said.
Sam was still glaring at him. "And I really think you should try and sort out your attitude. You acted like the old you just now; rude and arrogant."
"Well, I think you should really be more honest with me rather than to play the silly i-forgot-to-lock-the-door strategy." Aaron snapped back.
Sam got out of bed. "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't play games with me, Banks. You intentionally did not lock the door."
"And why do you think I'd do that on purpose?!"
Aaron gave her a shrug. "I don't know. To make sure that we won't do any stupid than making out? Because you don't trust me that much? Take your pick, Banks."
Sam shook her head in disbelief, "You are babbling nonsense. As always. This has nothing to do with it, okay? I trust you. Why would I even let you kiss me If I don't?"
"I don't know Sam. You tell me."
"This is not about us. This is about you and how you treat my friends... like a condescending jerk!" Sam barked.