Hanging with Boys (sequel to Boarding with Boys)

Hanging with Boys (2)

Alright, here's the next post! I think they're longer than a page- hopefully! Anways, I'll be home soon. I'm coming back single :( zach and me just decided we're better off friends.. i still don't regret ever being with him though and i don't think i can ever hate him- friends forever!! (kammie and alexis are sooo jealous i'm best friends with him- we're always together and stuff! I love him, as a friend, of course!) so i hope you enjoy!

Samantha's POV

"Samantha, where the heck are you?" Busted!

My mom did not sound too happy. She was usually calm and happy about things, but I could tell I upset her.

"What do you mean mom? I'm in my room," I said, trying to sound believable.

"Don't lie to me. Kyle and Wes told me you climbed over the fence and ran. Where are you, young lady? Is your dress ruined?" she demanded. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She made it sound like the dress was way more important at the moment.

"It's fine, mom. Relax, okay?" I said.

"Relax? Get home this instant," she ordered.

I sighed. "I'm at Jace's with the guys. Can they come?" I asked.

"As long as you get your sorry butt over here now," she said. I rolled my eyes again.

"Yes mother," I said. I told the guys they were coming to my party. They all nodded, saying they were hungry. I sighed. Boys and food.

When I stepped inside the house, I was greeted by my mom. My dad was beside her. She was glaring at me.

"What are you wearing, Samantha?" she demanded. I looked down and realized I didn't change back into my dress.

"Jace's clothes," I said. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Where's the dress?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Must've forgot it at Jace's," I said. My dad held onto her tightly, as if she was going to pounce at me.

"My God, Samantha. Couldn't you make me happy for one single day and wear a dress?" she asked. She looked frustrated.

"Calm down, honey," my dad said. I looked at him and sent him a grateful smile. He looked warily at me and shook his head.

"Samantha, just please change into something more presentable," my mom begged. I nodded and went up to my room. The only thing nice I really had was this black skirt. I wore it to someone's funeral, but it'll have to do. I paired it with it with a purple blouse that was a bit small, squeezing my boobs together making them look bigger. I looked like a slut, but I'll make my mom happy this once. How looking like a slut will make my mom happy is beyond me. I took my hair out of the pony tail and brushed it. Alright, I look presentable. I hope. How do I know? I would never wear this on a normal basis. When I went to my mom to show her my outfit, she smiled.

"It's an improvement, Sammy," she said. I nodded before going to my backyard. Sitting by the pool were the guys. I walked over and stuck my feet in the pool. I ignored their stares.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I mumbled. They must've heard me because the next thing I knew, they all had their phones out and was snapping pictures of me.

"Gee, it's a saying. Don't take it literally," I shouted. They all laughed.

"Sammy's growing up!"Jace said. I rolled my eyes. I had a sly smile on my face suddenly as an idea popped in my head. I pushed him with all my might and he landed in the pool with a big splash. I laughed while he looked mad for getting soaked. He reached over and yanked my legs, pulling me in with him. I screamed before submerging in the water. When I resurfaced, everyone was laughing at me then a eerie silence took over. They were all staring at me wide eyed.

"What?" I demanded before I followed their gaze. I gasped. My white blouse had gone see through and was showing my red lacy bra that my mom insisted on getting me for Christmas. They were all staring at my chest like some pervs, even Callum, the gay guy. I covered my chest with my hands and glared at them.

"My eyes are up here!" I yelled, pointing to my eyes. Cory laughed.

"Screw the eyes. We've seen them before," he said, taking out his phone and getting ready to snap a picture of me. Before he could, I lunged at him and knocked him down, me being on top of him.

"I like a girl who's fiesty," he purred. Oh, sick!

"Shut up," I said through gritted teeth. I turned to Callum and asked for his shirt. He looked a bit confused, but gave it to me anyway. I pulled it over my head and walked back inside and into my room. Why Callum you ask? Because he's gay and won't make any sick, sexual comments about me asking him to take his shirt off. Though, I'm starting to doubt he's gay anymore. Maybe some girl who claimed she can changed him did, and he's into girls now. I mean, he was staring at my chest with hunger like the other guys did.

I took a quick shower and pulled on my green and black athletic shorts that stopped midthigh and a green tank. I looked okay. I left my hair down because it was still wet.

"What's with your outfit changes? Isn't this like the fourth outfit?" Skylar asked. I bumped him on the way downstairs. I shrugged and brushed past him. I saw my dad and he was talking to his old roommates, Uncles Carter, Wes, and Kyle. I walked over to him and stood beside him. He smiled at me and looked at my outfit, shaking his head.

"She's seriously so grown now," Uncle Carter said. "Nothing like her momma," he added. I smiled.

"She kind of is," Uncle Wes said. I looked confusedly at him. I was definitely not like my mom.

"How so?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed. The others laughed too, even my dad. Am I the only one not getting this?

"Remember when Ashley first got here? We were all infatuated by her," Uncle Wes said, not to me.

"Yeah, she got all the boys," Uncle Kyle said. My dad nodded.

"Looks like she's exactly like her mom," Uncle Carter concluded.

"What do you mean? I only have her eyes," I said, frustrated that they wouldn't tell me. My dad laughed.

"Samantha, you got all the boys falling for you," my dad spoke up at last. It was finally my turn to laugh.

"What boys?" I asked, pretending to wipe away a tear.

"What boys? The boys following you around like lost puppies," Uncle Carter said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Uncle Carter, they're my best friends," I said as a matter of factly. He looked amused.

"Looks like they want more than that," Uncle Carter said. I looked at my dad disbelievingly. Were they really thinking this. The guys were my best friends, Nothing more. I don't want anything else and they don't either. Sure, the looked at my chest like they would with the sluts, but they're boys after all. They can't control themselves.

"Ah dad, you and your friends are crazy," I said.

"Sam, they probably like you," my dad said, shrugged. "Not that I'd let my little girl date."

"I'm 16," I said.

"I know, but I just don't want you to be dating guys who aren't mature enough and act on their hormonal instinct," he said. I made a face. My friends wouldn't do that. Plus, this is kind of awkward to be having this kind of conversation with my dad and his friends, my 'Uncles'.

"Dad, you and mom met when you were with mom. And you had Sky at like 19," I reminded him. He sighed.

"That's different," he said, clearly defeated.

"It's like the same thing. But don't worry, I'm not really into anyone," I said. He looked relieved. I said bye to my dad and the Uncles and headed back to where the boys were. They were stuffing their mouths with food. I rolled my eyes and took a seat next to Callum. A bare chested Callum. I had to admit, he was quite good looking. He had a 6-pack and his skin was lightly tanned. I handed him back his shirt and told him thanks. He nodded and continued stuffing his face. I looked at the guys eat and it was a funny sight. I took a picture of each of them stuffing their faces as if they hadn't eaten in days. Boys.

*Okay, so I'm looking for pics of Samantha, the guys, and Skylar

It'd be appreciated if you suggested some

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