Broken

Chapter 7 - Handsy Pansy

"That is so gay." She chuckled.

"How would you know?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"I am not like that!" She laughed.

"Ok.... Are you ready to go back inside?" I asked standing.

"Yeah." She followed and we walked in, returning to our seats.

Samantha's POV

Me and Missy went back in and joined the others. Everyone looked at me.

"Are you ok?" Marc asked.

"I'm fine. Missy and I were talking to Aaron." I explained not looking at him. I grinned at Missy and she laughed.

"Really? How is he." Eric wondered.

"He is good. I told him about you and he is going to come see you while he is down. Especially now that he knows he has another sister." I stated looking from Eric then back at Missy snorting.

"Yeah he seems really nice. He warned me about little miss thing right there but I can handle her." Missy narrowed her eyes jokingly.

"We will see about that." I challenged.

"Well that is nice. I can't wait to meet him." Jasper lookers over,  smiling at me then Missy.

"Sam talk to me! I said I was sorry!" Marc whispered but I tuned him out and he sighed. I then heard him snicker and I looked at him. He was up to something. He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes and turned my head. He then put his hand on my thigh and I thought i was going to have a heart attack. I smacked it away but he then did it again. Removing it again, I glared at him.

"Stop it!" I hissed under my breath.

"Why?" He smiled.

"Are we seriously going through that again!?" I asked in disbelief.

"Maybe. Why not?" 

"You are getting on my nerves" 

"Well you are talking to me so I don't really care." He grinned grabbing my thigh and squeezing it. Holy shiz balls!

"I said stop doing that!" I growled quietly knocking his hand away and looking around the table to see if anyone noticed. Thank god everyone was having their own conversations by now.

"Well I asked you why earlier and you never answered."

"Because I said so and I mean it!" 

"Why? You know you like it." He gripped my thigh but when I tried knocking it away, he grabbed my hand and held it on his thigh. Oh my gosh! Take me now lord!

"Let go!" I felt my face heating up in embarrassment. 

"Why? I like it." He whispered smiling. I pulled my hand but he just held it there. Emily was getting up and collecting everyone's plates.

"I will help you!" I offered jumping up making Marc release my hand and he laughed. Idgit!

"You don't have to." She said smiling kindly.

"I want to!" I assured, grabbing the dishes off the table. As I was walking off Marc smacked my ass and I glared daggers at him.

"I will too." Missy said getting up and following me. We finished the cleaning in no time and joined everyone else in the living room. As I entered Marc grinned at me and patted the spot next to him.

"Ummm I will be right back. Missy can you come with me a second?" I asked looking at her innocently.

"Sure." She followed me to the guest room.

"I am about to lose it!" I hissed as soon as we were out of hearing distance.

"What's wrong?" She asked closing the door behind her. We both sat on the edge of the bed.

"Freaking Marc Rivers is what's wrong!" I groaned. I didn't know why but I needed to talk to someone about him and I felt I could trust Missy, even though we just met.

"Umm what did he do? He seems nice." She asked confused.

"Don't fall for that innocent look! He is the biggest player in the school and possibly the whole world!" I growled irritated.

"Ok? What did he do?" she asked again.

"Well it all started yesterday at school!" I started. I told her all about homeroom and detention and everything after. I left out the part about Sarah's room.

"Wow." She processed everything for a moment.

"He was your fist kiss?" She confirmed.

"Yes." I sighed.

"And he is all grabby with you at lunch." She said more to herself than to me.

"Yes, we have been through that!" I groaned. She wasn't helping. 

 "Well I think he really likes you but he is putting on this bad boy thing because he does not know what else to do and that is what everyone expects from him." She said in a thoughtful tone.

"No Dr. Phil, he wants me to think he likes me but he is just trying to get to me like every other girl and I am not falling for it! I have enough to deal with I don't need anymore added to my plate." 

"What else is going on?" she asked concerned.

"Problems at home?" she asked.

"Long story." I said getting up. That was my que to leave.

"Lets go back out there. I know you want to see Jaz again and I think he likes you. Sit beside me!" I begged grabbing her arm pleadingly and she laughed.

"Fine." She promised as we went back to the living room. Eric was sitting in a chair. Mr. and Mrs. Rivers were sitting on one couch with Nick. There was only one couch which had Marc at one end and Jasper at the other with two spots in between. Damn! I looked at Missy and she gave me a half smile. Oh look. Another tasty bullet.

"Maybe he will not try anything with me beside you and everyone else around. I mean, there is not a table blocking this time." She whispered.

"Your right. Well it looks like Jasper saved you a spot." I said winking at her and she blushed. She sat next to Jasper and I reluctantly sat between her and Marc. Marc looked at me and smiled. Why me Lord? Why me.