A smile for Dee (I'm currently removing it, read the new version)

Chapter Seven: Old Friends

The ancient grandfather clock strikes eight, just in time for Adam’s bed time.

“Oh honey! I’ve invited Samuel in. he was trying to call you but he didn’t have your number, he’s here to study with you for the exam you have on Monday or something. Bianca’s letting him in, I think they’re in the kitchen.” Mum calls from the top of the staircase. Nodding my head, I walk into the direction of the kitchen.

Bianca and Samuel sit at the kitchen bench top, Mayella eagerly stuffing their mouths with home baked cookies. What catches my eyes though is the bag sitting next Samuel, a large back pack which seems too stuffed for its own good. There can’t be books in that bag...

“Hey, Dee. We just got in, these cookies are to die for try one!” Bianca spoke whilst offering me a freshly baked chocolate chipped cookie. She sits excitedly on the stool, legs swinging as she munches on her cookie. Samuel sends a weak smile in my direction, his hands reaching for the bag beside him.

“Hey, I thought we could do with some studying, should we start now?” he asked, his eyes never leaving the bag.

“hey, how about you guys study in the library, there’s like an endless supply of books  in there!” Bianca answers for me, clearly obvious she’s on a sugar high.

“That’s it, no more cookies for you young lady, off, off you go! Samuel honey, I’ll send you and Dee some snacks shortly. And you, Bianca find a way to get rid of that energy, maybe do some pushes or sit things, whatever it is you athlete girls do. You’re all bony and skinny; you should be curvy and plump like me!” Mayella shooed us all out of her kitchen, Samuel chuckled lightly as Bianca shot Mayella a bewildered face.

Sitting at the furthest seat from Samuel, I take out the text books we’ll need to study. A soft tune escapes Samuel as he hums a familiar tune from when we were younger. Bianca had long left us to follow Mayella’s advice. Samuel continues to hum to himself while working on a couple of equations I had written out for him to solve. The two of us work silently, no awkwardness between us.  Flipping through my already studied Shakespearean notes, I notice Samuels hand reaching for the bag underneath him. Slowly he unzips the bag and takes out a clear plastic bag, his eyes still glued to the book, unaware I’m noticing his actions.  The plastic bag is filled with a couple of black shiny objects; quickly he stuffs it into his pocket. He looks up at me a grin plastered on his face. Acknowledging his gaze I return to reading my notes. Strange...definitely strange.

It’s been ten minutes since Samuels excused himself to go to the bathroom, his bag left where it was. Shrugging his extremely prolonged toilet break, Natasha enters the study.

“Where’s Sammy boy?” she inquires awkwardly, ever since Sunday she’s been acting weird. Her words didn’t hurt me yet she acts like she’s committed the biggest sin. Why can’t she understand that I don’t care that her words don’t hurt me at all.

“Bathroom.” I reply. Nodding her head she exits the room.

Bianca’s p.o.v

Entering Delilah’s room without her permission is bad. Lying to Delilah is even worse. But bugging her room with mini cameras and mic’s has to be the worst thing I’ve ever done! And it’s all thanks to our dear Samuel here. We’ve been planning this for the last three days, but now I’m having second thoughts about this. This isn’t right this whole messed up situation is wrong.

“Don’t look at me that way!” Samuel hisses at me with his back turned towards me.

“What face?” my hands occupy the mini camera as I charge it to life.

“I can feel your eyes burning to the back of my head, and let me tell you now it doesn’t feel good!” rolling my eyes at him once more, I attach the camera to the corner of the furthest blind. I watch Samuel as he heads towards Dees walk in cupboard. Cameras and mics in hand. We are soo going to regret this, spying on Dee is the worst thing we can ever do!