Twisted Obsession

Chapter Two

Robin

"s**t!" I groaned as I woke up with the feeling of nausea.

I pushed myself up and squinted my eyes and looked around. I was in my living room, in the same close as yesterday, and I don't really remember how I got here. Although I knew one thing- me feeling like crap right now was all because of the drink Wendy made. Then she ditched me.

I was thinking of all the ways to get back at her as I pulled myself up off the couch and headed to the downstairs bath. Th first thing I did was open the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Advil, swallowing two of them dry.

I groaned and as I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I looked worse than I ever thought possible. I could pass for someone on drugs or someone who just died a horrible death. I signed, rubbing a hand through my hair, and turned away from my reflection and started the shower.

I stripped off my clothes, that smelled badly, and slipped under the sprays on the shower. I tilted my head back and let the hot water run down my face and body. I embraced how the heat loosened up my body and slowly helped ease my headache. The shower cleared my foggy memory the longer I stood there, so by the time I was done soaking and actually washed up, I had a vivid memory of yesterday night.

I took my sweet time in the shower just soaking up the water before actually washing my body and hair. I was sure at least two hours had passed by by the time I was done in the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist.

I quickly brushed my teeth before leaving the bathroom, letting all the steam float out into the free space. I was quick to go to my room and dress in something comfortable and thin, because I was feeling a bit over heated from the shower.

Once I was fully dressed I looked in my jacket from the night before for my phone. I huffed out a breath when I realized it wasn't in there so I made my way downstairs and checked my discarded clothes on the floor. It only took seconds for me to know it wasn't located there either, so I checked the couch I slept on last night and even the whole living room.

I came up empty handed.

"Where the hell is my phone!?" I growled in frustration just before I slammed my pinkie toe on the corner of the coffee table.

Today was just not my day.

First, I wake up with a raging hangover from drinking whatever Wendy gave me. Second, I can't seem to find my damn phone to yell at Wendy. Then to top it off I just had to damage my foot!

The sound of my doorbell ringing and echoing into the living room, traveling into my ears caught my attention from my b***h fit I was having in my mind. I made my way towards the door ready to tell whoever it was to just f**k off.

"What!?" I basically growled as I snatched open my door, but was greeted with a visual of Wendy leaning against my door frame looking worse than the walking dead.

I crossed my arms and stared at her, "So now you come BACK TO ME!" I yelled the last part just to see her flinch in pain. Servers her right for abandoning me and giving some dangerous drink.

She whined, "Don't be evil. I'm sorry, bro." She shoved passed me and found her way to my couch and curled up on it.

"Thanks to you I lost my phone." I told her as I stood behind the couch, looking at her small frame as she tried to get comfortable.

"You probably misplaced it. Did you check all the places you were last night?" She whispered as she covered her head with a mini pillow.

"Yes."

No.

I groaned as I tossed my head back. I had my phone before I left the party, which means I left it in that dude car.

What was his name? Daniel? Piano? Sam...Samuel!

I slipped on some shoes and left the house without telling Wendy. I heard her shouting 'where was I going' but I ignored her and shouted, "Don't die on my couch!"

Then I was out the house and in my car in less then minutes. I had a goal and that was to find the stranger guy and get back what was mines. I didn't break any speeding laws as I drove back to the frat house.

I remembered the way back very clearly and it took me 15 minutes to arrive there. It would have been shorter if I had driven as manic as my sister, but unlike her I have self control.

I quickly parked my car close by as soon as I arrived and made my way up to the door. I tried to open the door but unlike yesterday it was locked. And that wasn't the only thing different about the frat house, the outside looked like a party never happened here the night before.

I knocked on the door and not even a minute later it swung open and some random guy was giving me a bored look as he said, "Listen, just like I told her, if I knew it was her sister I wouldn't have banged her."

It was clear he thought I was something else....and that he was an i***t.

I glared at him, "Wrong person. I'm looking for Samuel. He has something of mines." I told him and he shrugged and let me in.

"He's upstairs, fifth door on the left."

I started that way but said to him, "Even if it wasn't her sister still shouldn't be such a worthless baggot." And then I was up the stairs.

I don't understand how people can claim they want someone but then turn around and f**k them over. It was stupid. Which is why I only trusted myself; can't rely on other people in this world.

I reached Samuel's door and I didn't even knock, I just pushed it open and saw him lay in bed shirtless, hair and chest slight wet, in basketball shorts, and reading a book.

He looked over at me and his eyes widen in recognition as he stood up. I ignored how attractive he looked right now and focused on the task at hand. I had to get my phone back asap.

He grinned, "Mr. Cynical or Robin."

I rolled my eyes and quickly shot back, "I just see things how they are and say the blunt truth. I'm not cynical, you're overly optimistic."

He laughed and came closer so he was standing right in front of me, "Cynical Nancy," he wagged his finger before continuing, "You should let me change the way you view the world?" He suggested with a smile on his face and arms crossed.

I gave him a blank look, "No. I just came to get my phone that I left in your car last night."

He grinned and grabbed his keys off the desk, "Well let's go get it before you die of detachment."

I glared at his naked back as I followed him out of the room and frat house. His back was very nice now that I thought about it. It was very toned and you could see the lean muscles. I knew he worked out.

"- and so I thought we could be friends."

I snapped back into reality, "Wait, what?"

Samuel rolled his eyes and walked around to his car and unlocked it.

"Friends." He said slowly. "That bond you make with people you like?"

I stared at him confused as he disappeared in his car and rambled around for my phone. I honestly didn't understand the concept of why and how people grew attach to others. I wasn't even attached to my mom and she birthed me. People were just complex creatures.

Samuel popped back up with my phone in his hand as I said, "I don't like you enough to be your friend and thanks for my phone."

He raised his eye brows and smirked as he quickly snatched my phone back and slid it inside his pocket.

"How about I change your mind over breakfast?"

I glared at him with a look that clearly said, I'd rather set myself on fire then hang out with you.

"f**k no." I growled.

He smiled bigger.

* * * * *

I failed.

I failed miserably.

I was now seated across from an oh-so-happy Samuel as we waited for a waiter to come to our table. Samuel just kept grinning at me as I glared back at him. I honestly just wanted to get my phone this morning and go about my day, but no, fate just had to give me Samuel.

Fate hated me.

"Cheer up, Cynical Nancy," Samuel laughed as he continued to smile.

"I want my phone." I stated with a frown.

He rolled his eyes, "You'll get it after we have breakfast and talk. I told you I wanna be friends."

"I don't." I huffed and crossed my arms as I learned back in my chair with a permanent grimace on my face.

"Well I do. I can tell there's something about you that makes me wonder and I get the feeling we will be best of friend." He explained.

I raised an eyebrow, "You sound gay."

"Well I should sound HAPPY, " He put emphasis on the happy part, "I'm hanging out with a new friend. I'm joyful."

"I'm being held against my will by an idiot." I sighed to myself just as a waitress came over.

"Hi! How can I take your order!?"

The girl looked no older than 20 and gave slutty it's definition. She wore bright red lipstick, cakey makeup, and her uniform was too tight and too short. If she bent even a little bit I would be able to see her underwear and let's not even mention her badly drawn on eyebrows.

I'll never understand why people strive so hard to appeal to other people. Why couldn't they just be natural and take what they got.

I watched with narrow eyes as the girl took down Samuel's order. She batted her eyelashes and bit her lip. She was trying very hard to catches his eye. Her flirting was so bad it made me want to jump of a cliff.

Samuel was oblivious as he told her his order, focusing down at his menu as he rattled off his items before finally looking at her and handing his menu over.

"And you sir?" The girl looked at me, less interested, almost bored like.

"I'll take what he's having but instead of hot chocolate, I want black coffee." I told her.

"Okay," She wrote it down and the turned back to Samuel, "I'll be right back with your order!" She scurried away with a grin on her face.

"You could have order something else." Samuel spoke as he stared right at me.

I shrugged, "Your food choice was good so I'm fine."

He chuckled and tilted his head, "Your weird."

"Says the one who stole my phone and forced me to breakfast in order to force a friendship." I deadpan.

Samuel perked up, "I not forcing something that's meant to be."

I groaned, "Don't tell me you're religious or spiritual now?"

Samuel laughed, "Oh god no! I'm a man of science. It holds my heart and mind."

"Explains why you love the stars." I mumbled.

And that was what our conversation consisted of: Me being grumpy and wanting to leave, and Samuel being happy and chatting about random things. It was almost as if we mixed together in a weird way.

By the time our food came I had somehow lightened up to Samuel and his personality. It was rubbing off on me and making breakfast less un-enjoyable. I actually found myself cracking a couple of smirks and maybe one half smile.

Even his teasing of my negative outlook on things didn't anger/irritate me that much either as time went by.

I think I was actually starting to like Samuel a lot more.

It was a couple of hours later when we were done with breakfast and heading back towards the frat house that Samuel broke the silence in the care.

"Sooooo conclusion?" Samuel asked.

"I want my phone." I held out my hand.

Samuel sighed and looked dejected as he placed my phone and my hand just as we pulled into a parking spot by the frat house. We both climbed out of the car in silence but before Samuel could walked away I called his name, making him stop.

"You're not so bad." I told him with a shrug and he beamed like a thousand stars.

"Yes! We are totally friend! I already exchanged our number too!" Samuel practically cheered.

I didn't show it but his enthusiasm actually made me happy. I was glad I was the one who made him cheer like that.

I made him happy.

Surprisingly, I wanted to keep being the one and let no one else have the honor.

"Text me your address, my number is in your phone, I put it in there last night when I dropped you off." He told me before heading towards the frat house.

"We'll hangout again soon!" He shouted out me as he entered the house.

I groaned, "I've invited a happy Satan into my life."

I got inside my car and drive back to my place. It took my no time to arrive back home and get inside my house where the first thing I was greeted with was, "How dare you abandon me while I was dying!" Wendy yells.

"Funny you say that we you abandoned me at a party by myself, where I knew no one at all!" I pointed out has I handed her food I got from breakfast and headed into the living room.

I sat down on my couch and plopped my laptop on my lap and opened it up. Wendy kept going on and on about how sorry she was and how I still shouldn't have left her here sick and how good the food was.

I just tuned her out to work on my current job I had as tapped and clicked away on my computer and time went by and eventually I said goodbye to Wendy and I was finally in a peaceful home.

It wasn't until night time that I got done with my job and decided to make me some dinner. I wasn't the best cook but I knew how to make fish and veggies.

Ding! Ding!

I picked up my phone from the counter and sighed at the name popped up on my phone over the text message.

Bestie Samuel, it read and I shook my head as I opened the text.

Samuel: Miss me, Cynical Nancy.

Samuel: I bet you missed my wonderful voice.

I did just a bit but I wasn't going to tell him that.

Robin: Couldn't miss someone so obnoxious.

Samuel: Your mean. Breaks my heart