The Reckless Collision

Ray.

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I mocked my friends that they could get laid at the party like this and here I was standing in the house full of people but only looking for one face. Its not like I actually planned to get laid but knowing her more wouldn't hurt.

I was still confused about Samantha's situation with Scott, he seemed too out of it. Either she was his girlfriend or not, but he gave some ass long story which I half heard and ignored the other half and was left with no direct answer.

The place was packed, I forgot how house parties work, and while I don't mind interacting with fans, I hate the unsolicited touching. Personal space is a real thing. I thought as I went to get my leather jacket from the living room. And I am supposed to look for her, Samantha. With no luck inside, I stepped out onto the back porch, the cool night air refreshing against my skin.

I spotted her sitting there, her shoulders hunched as if weighed down by something invisible. She held a bottle of rum in one hand, staring out at the darkened garden like it might hold the answers to her troubles.

"Why are you sitting here all alone in the dark?" I asked, shoving my hands into my jeans pockets as I descended the stairs to sit beside her.

She jumped slightly at the sound of my voice, then glanced at me with a faint smile. "I'm not alone. Morgan's keeping me company." She raised the bottle of rum as though that made her point.

I couldn't help but smile at her wit, but it didn't hide the sadness in her pretty blue eyes. "Scott's been looking for you," I said, leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees. I have been looking for you. I failed to keep my eyes from her, staring instead.

"I know." She held up her phone, showing me the missed calls from him. Three, to be exact. Then she sighed and silenced her phone. "I'm not in the mood to deal with him right now." Her tone was sharp, but there was a crack in it a vulnerability she didn't want me or anyone to see.

"Are you okay?" I tilted my head, studying her. "You seem upset."

She hesitated, then shrugged. "I got into a fight with Molly. Well, more like an argument. She said some things that... stuck with me."

I nodded slowly, watching her. I didn't know her, but there was something raw and unguarded in the way she spoke. "Who's Molly?"

"My best friend." She glanced at me briefly before turning her eyes back to the garden.

"Ah, the blonde girl you were talking to earlier in the kitchen?"

She nodded. "Yeah, that's her."

"What did you argue about?" I asked, curious but trying not to push too hard.

She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "It's stupid, really. Sometimes I just take things too seriously and start questioning everything about my life. And Molly is kinda judgy so it's hard to ignore a lot of what she says."

There was something about her honesty that disarmed me. She grinned at me, a faint glimmer of mischief beneath the weight of her words, and I couldn't help but smile back. Her eyes locked with mine for a moment, and I felt an odd pull. I am fucking drowning. Her blue eyes were like an ocean which I couldn't resist and wanted to step in and stay there for forever.

"So, Scott," I said, breaking the silence. "Why are you avoiding him?"

She giggled, and it was like a burst of sunlight breaking through the clouds. "Because he probably convinced everyone that we're together."

I laughed with her. "Yeah, about that. My bandmates and I thought Scott was talking about a guy when he kept saying, 'my Sam.'"

Her laughter doubled, and it was infectious. "Seriously?"