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Click hereBelle and I exchanged a look, and I slipped off the bed to throw on my pajama pants and a t-shirt. I moved quickly but didn't rush, and the doorbell rang again before I finally flipped on the porch light and looked through the peephole.
Once I saw who was outside, I pulled my head back in surprise and now moved hurriedly to open the door. "Sam? Hey? What's wrong?"
The normally confident and poised platinum blonde stood on my doorstep, shivering in the cold night air wearing nothing but a thin shirt and jeans. Her makeup was running from obvious tears, and she had an expression of such bitter and hopeless sorrow that I immediately reached out the door to pull her inside, kicked the door closed behind us, and then held her fiercely in my arms while she trembled and started sobbing on my shoulder.
Her skin was freezing, so I tried rubbing her arms and back with my hands while trapping her within my body heat. "Ohmigawd, Sam, what's wrong? What happened?"
She kept crying in my arms, and I squeezed her tightly. By then, Belle had gotten dressed and was about six steps up the stairs, looking over the railing at us. Her eyes asked what was going on, but I gave her a helpless look and shook my head to explain I had no idea either.
Finally, Sam started to defrost a bit, and she looked up at me through bleary eyes. "C-c-can I stay here tonight?"
"Of course!" I replied instantly. "Absolutely. But... why? What's going on?"
"I can't go back home. Not right now. Not like this." She buried her face in the crook of my neck and started shivering again.
"That's fine. You can stay here as long as you need. You could stay here forever if it came to that." I rubbed her spine again and held her close. "But Sam, talk to me. What's going on?"
"My parents are pissed. They won't listen. I mean, I knew they wanted me to go to Stanford, but still, I thought they'd understand."
"Understand what? What was that about Stanford?"
Sam looked up into my eyes again. "I withdrew my admission to Stanford. I'm coming with you guys to Berkeley."
- COMMENTS
Now they all can go except neeve. But at Sam's wedding Holly should stand up and be like I disagree he's mine
Of course a Texas native would be the one to inject politics into a comment section on an erotic website.
Yes, yes, YYYYEEEESSSSSSSS!!!! Sam is her own woman, she is gonna stand up for herself and what she wants.
Besides, other than Cal Berkeley being the haven for nutcases, hippies, and severely left-leaning liberals, Bohlt Hall (Cal's very own law school) is an outstanding choice for Sam, after finishing undergrad!! So, mom & dad cannot complain too badly about her choosing to attend another fine institution! (How do I know about Bohlt Hall, you might ask?? Stepdad is a Cal engineer, and really wanted me to go there after MY undergrad...alas, was not in the card...I did not want to go to law school, nor did God...don't really like too many of the lawyers I know, anyway!!😵👿
And...and...who else is gonna decide to go...even Niamh may vet a second shot, & she & Alice will be there...next chapter, wait to see how this all pans out!!
Yyyaaayyy!!! Another Five**5**Star presentation by "bluedragonauthor"!