Here it is, Chapter 3. Sorry for the delay guys.
It was 10 in the evening when they arrived at the dormitory, just in time for the curfew. After they had eaten their wonderful dinner, Freddie had the idea of touring New York. At about 8:30, they had practically gone to about every place they could go in the vicinity. At 9, they went to Serendipity; Freddie had read about the restaurant and had always wanted to go there ever since. To his surprise, Sam knew the place. Hmm, maybe she isn't that ignorant after all. They ordered two frozen hot chocolates, a nice way to end their evening tour.
"Oh, look, the old lady had that extra bed brought up here" Freddie said as he looked at the folding bed which was obviously never used, perched up beside the door.
Sam helped in bringing it in. She said she wanted it near the window, far from Freddie's bed. It was after all, wrong to get to close to the guy, Sam thought. They weren't even an item; were they? Sam never said it, but she had, has, a huge crush on Freddie since middle school during Math class. Freddie helped Sam with their seatwork she couldn't figure out. Everything else was a secret history.
"Are you sure you're fine here? It's gonna get kinda cold here, especially in the early morning." Freddie asked
"Yes. I am going to be perfectly fine. Now, will you stop worrying? It's getting late, we better get to sleep. It's still a day before we classes start. Better make the best of it.
"G'night" Sam chuckled
"G'night"
But Sam really didn't want to sleep; she wanted to spend the rest of the evening with Freddie. Who would have thought of it; Sam, the toughest girl in school, would fall in love with Freddie Benson, the boy who she abused for several years. However, beneath those beatings were feelings of love; Sam just couldn't find the courage to show it.
She looked at her alarm clock. It was 10:45. It's getting late, she thought. But she just couldn't; all she could do was think of Freddie. How close he was to her. He was, after all, just a few feet away.
Should I, she thought
She wasn't thinking, at least, she didn't realize she wasn't. Sam just found herself walking to Freddie's bed. She knelt beside him and she heard his deep breaths.
"He's sleeping… deeply" Sam said to herself
She tried waving her hand in front of his face. No response. Maybe he really was asleep. Sam wanted to wake him, but he seemed so peaceful… and cute….. and adorable. Stop it, she thought.
But she couldn't fight it. Freddie was laid on his back. He was in such a position that with Sam kneeling beside him, she could just….
"NO!" she screamed in her head and forced herself to stop. What was she thinking anyway? She couldn't do it, but there was something making her do it.
Should she? She hadn't had the time to decide when all of a sudden, she found herself doing it. She was doing it! How could she? But, it was happening.
Sam was… touching him. But upon closer inspection, and Sam getting back some of her common sense, she found out she wasn't just touching HIM; she was touching…
IT.
My apologies if it's such a cliff-hanger. I just thought if I continued it, the story would get really, really long because I can't find the right time to cut it. So, just wait for the next chapter.
