Sam stared in front of her at a redheaded boy. He was handsome, especially because of his hair. It was like a fiery candle lit ablaze. Freddie noticed her staring at the guy, and he didn't like it.
"Why are you looking at him?" he asked rather crossly. Sam turned her gaze from the boy and onto Freddie.
"Who wants to know, Fredwina?" she said, a wide smirk crossing her lips. This only made Freddie get more aggravated.
"He's not all that great, just so you know." he said as Sam went back to looking at the boy. In the last week she had been staring at all the redheaded boys in her school. Freddie had gotten highly ticked off about it.
"I know." Sam responded, winking at him, "It's just I figured if I kept staring at redheads you'd dye your hair. That'd be a laugh."
"Why would I do that?" Freddie asked.
"Because you loooooooove me." Sam said, her smirk growing wider.
"Pfft. Yeah, right." he said, feeling himself blushing. Sam put a hand on his shoulder.
"Whatever stops the tears, Benson." she said. Then she gave him another wink and shuffled to class. Freddie, even though he was a little angry still, followed her happily with the realization it was just a plan to make him jealous.
