Second chapter, you guys. The only thing I like about college is the fact they have wireless internet. I have time to post this because of a long story that ends with my mom, tired, and mad, and my grandma pretending like she isn't mad, but is, and isn't talking to anyone. Anyway, this has to be one of my favorite chapters of this story. There are a few favorites, so I would say this is my number... you know what, I can't decide, but it's up there. Well, I've been at school since 11 am, my class starts at 12:45, and it's now 11:35. *sighs* Yeah, I'm bored. And this is my only class of the day.
Sam hadn't really spoken of the incident that had happened a few weeks prior to this one I'm telling you about. She did how ever make her opinion of it known. How did she if she didn't talk to me, you ask? Well, let's see? There was the thing in the cafeteria with the spaghetti down my pants the day after. There was the Texas wedgie, which I hadn't received for a while, so the school knew I had done something to tick her off. There was the dunk tank, which I'm still a little foggy on how she got, but she made people pay her to dunk me. I just thank Carly so much for participating. Well, she tried to help me out, but accidentally hit the target with her shoulder, and dunked me again. Let's just say I wasn't Sam's favorite nerd at the moment. But I really wanted to be.
We were sitting in psychology class, both of us partners for our in class presentation of whatever we were assigned. We could either write two paragraphs about the topic, or act it out. Guess what Sam and I got. Physical attraction. Yeah! I didn't know how to feel. I was happy that we could maybe act it out, afraid, that Sam would wake up, discover, and beat me over the head for not suggesting a switch in topic, and nervous about standing up there and acting it out. Maybe. Acting it out, maybe.
I looked at Sam. She was sleeping good, so good, I was surprised she wasn't drooling. I had to figure out which way to do the project, and how to fill Sam in on it. If I did the writing part, I'd only have to give her a paragraph to read. If did the act, I had to tell Sam what to do. Sam wouldn't participate in any form of labor, so I didn't have to worry about her changing anything. She'd follow my lead. She would follow my lead. I could use this. And that's exactly what I did. Sure, I received 50 wedgies for ever 50 states(I didn't even know she knew them all), but it was worth it. I think. The New York wedgie was scary, but the Texas wedgie always stood out. The most painful of course.
When the teacher called on us, I nudged Sam. She groggily yawned and sighed.
"Freddork, I swear if you're anywhere near my face when I open my eyes, I'll hurt you."
That made me reevaluate the acting thing. I dismissed it, though.
"Sam, our in class presentation."
She lifted her head, facing me. Her blonde curly hair lazily hanging in front of her eyes. She blew out a breathe and her hair swayed a little to the sides of her face. Sam stood up, stretched, and walked towards the front of the class. I followed behind her, and braced myself. I wasn't this nervous when I devised the plan.
"Okay," I spoke, "We're doing our project on… physical attraction."
I mumbled our topic. Sam shot me a questioning look. Her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth from her heels to her toes. I looked her up and down.
"Sam, would you say you're lightweight?"
Sam was really confused now. She eyed me curiously.
"Why…?"
To brace myself before I take you in my arms and kiss you.
"Just wondering."
She looked at the class, as if they had an answer for what I was up to, then turned back to me, hands still behind her back.
"I guess so…"
"Good," I replied.
Being a junior and head of the AV Club really brought up my self esteem. Being on the rugby team did also. Though I mostly sat on the bench, since my mom was at every game.
"Hold this," I commanded.
She took the paper, and as soon as it was in her hand, I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her, and leaning her back a little. I could tell I caught her off guard. She gasped in my mouth along with the rest of the class gasping and awing in their seats. Luckily, her gasping made it seem like she was kissing back a little, which she did for the grade. I stood her up straight, and removed my lips from hers, then ran out the classroom, before she could kill me. Unfortunately, she knew where I was running to for protection. The only person who could potentially ward off Sam.
"Carly!" I screamed as I busted into her classroom.
Mr. Earns and the class looked at me with shock. I ran to Carly who was sitting beside the window at the other end of the class, and ducked low between her and the window.
"Freddie? What are you doing?"
"Hiding!"
"From who?"
Just then, Sam busted into the room, and I'd never known true fear, until I saw the look on her face. That made half of the class evacuate, and the other half stay to watch me die. Sam was gonna kill me, I was sure of it.
"Stand up and take your beating like a man, Fredward."
Carly looked down at me.
"What did you do!?"
"I may have did a repeat of what I did three weeks ago, except in front of the entire class."
"You kissed Sam again!" she yelled, "What do you have, Freddie, a death wish?"
"I'll grant it," Sam said with a frown.
She charged towards me screaming and I closed my eyes. I didn't feel the daylight getting beaten out of me. I opened one eye, my arms still up for defense. Carly was holding Sam back, and heading out of the classroom.
Once they were gone. Everyone turned to me. Some guys giving me nods and thumbs up, and everyone else waiting for my next move. I cleared my throat deeply and debated on going outside for the fear that Sam was still out there and un-calm, but standing in the classroom was getting a bit awkward, so I slowly headed out the door.
So, it's 11:43 now. I decided to read over the story. This is the first story I wrote, besides Morningside, that I love reading over and over again. Wait, I take that back. I read Feeling over and over again too. Well, review. You'll brighten my already kinda crappy week.
