Chapter 4-Double Date Disaster!
Freddie's POV:
There was something 'off' about that Wendy chick. It was almost as if she was trying to brainwash Samantha into not liking me. I could help but smirk when I heard her voice raised and I was at the opposite end of the hall way.
"Don't talk about him that way!" I heard her voice say and I could visualize her gorgeous face light up as she was saying that. I wasn't falling for her like that, was I? No, I just would go out with her, get what I wanted from the girl and then move on. I was a complete idiot for thinking that.
Sam's POV:
It was Friday night and I would be going out with the hottest jock in school in less than three hours. The look on Wendy's face as she was curling my hair into tighter ringlets was showing a 'sorry' look.
"Why are looking at me like that?" I ask her, almost snappishly. Quite unlike me… what was my crush on a 'bad-boy' doing to me?
"Why are being so mean all the time?" asked Wendy, eyes filling with tears. She never could really handle both of us fighting, neither could I really.
"I'm sorry," I say, my voice soft and I turn around to give her a comforting hug. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that."
"I'm worried," she said, staring her green eyes into the mirror.
"We're going out with guys Wendy," I say, a little more enthusiastic than usual. "We're gonna have a great night!"
"Yeah," she said but I saw her mutter under her breath. "I hope so…"
Freddie's POV:
I saw two girls, one a red-head and one a blonde and some other guy. They were in a discussion of some kind. The red-headed girl was frowning but the blonde haired girl was talking almost animatedly, until she saw me, stopped talking and waved quickly. I sauntered over to the table and slid onto the booth chair next to her-sitting almost on top of her. I felt her shove me slightly, pushing me away a bit which made me push the side of my leg against hers. She gave me a 'what are you doing?' look which made me smirk cunningly.
"Stop smiling like that," she hissed at me.
"Like what?" I reply and then notice the Wendy girl kissing the other guy-probably that Jonathon dude. I look over at Sam and she's going pink in the face. What's there to be embarrassed about? It's not they were totally making-out in front of us-that would be kind of… well awkward…
"Hey you guys," she said, and the couple broke apart. "What are we getting?"
"Pizza," Jonathon and Wendy said simultaneously. I looked at Sam again and she grinned.
"Pizza it is," I announce to the waitress who licks a pen and writes down our order.
I smirk and wink at her and she giggles, blushes and then makes her way to where the kitchen probably is. Yeah, Freddie my man, you have not lost your 'touch' around the ladies. I lean back, as of relaxing but I can't help notice Sam looking down, playing with her fingers. Oh, was the girl jealous of my flirty ways? Maybe I should turn it up, Miss 'Let's just be friends but go out on a double date anyway'.
The waitress returns and I snatch the pen from her apron, reach across Sam to grab a napkin and write my number on it and hand it to the waitress, who takes it with a small grin.
"What was that?" asks the girl, eyes widening.
"Oh, you don't mind me giving out my number to other girls do you?" I ask in mock surprise. "You said we're just friends…"
"Yes, I did," she said, dropping her irresistible eyes to stare at the table.
"Do I spy the 'green monster' eating someone up?" I ask again and this time I nudge her waist. "Jealousy doesn't look good on anyone, you know."
"I'm not jealous," she said with a slight shiver and I realize that's the tell-tale sign of her lying.
"Okay, whatever you say baby doll," I say, placing a hand on her leg, which she slaps away. I smirk as she blushes profusely.
Sam's POV:
The nerve of that boy! How dare he… wait, I'm not actually jealous, am I? Maybe I am… maybe Wendy was right, he is a player… and a tool… I hate myself for falling for him like this-but it's too late, I'm in too deep to dig myself out now.
"Your pizzas," the blushing waitress says, placing two large pizzas on our table and before leaving again, smiles at Freddie. Ugh!
"Pizza!" squeals Wendy, and immediately digs in for a slice.
"I love pizza," states Jonathon. I watch both of them take bites out of one another's pizza slices-it's kind of romantic looking-but kinda grosses me out a little. Just like watching them make-out in front of Freddie and I. I take a glance at him, Freddie, and he's wiping sauce from his chin. I reach for a piece and don't realize his hand is also going for it. Our hands brush against one another's which makes me blush.
"Sorry," I say quietly and my hand pulls back allowing him to take it.
"No, it's okay," he said, grabbing the slice and instead of gobbling it up himself, which I knew he was going to do, he pushed it towards my mouth. I took a bite, and felt the sauce ooze over the slice and my lips. He wasn't letting it go, he was feeding me!
I pulled my mouth away, grabbing a napkin but before I could wipe the tomato sauce off, Freddie had leaned in and was kissing me, while licking it off. I struggled, as it didn't seem right, and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, both Wendy and Jonathon were staring with their mouths wide open. I pushed against the eager boy's chest and stood up suddenly.
"I need to… step outside for some… fresh air…" I stammer, grab another napkin and head out of the restaurant. I find a bench and I sit down silently, wiping my mouth gently.
"You know, when someone kisses you, it's more polite to kiss them back," a deep voice said and recognized the boy immediately.
"Stay away from me!" I yell and stand up backing away.
"Don't tell me you didn't like my lips on yours," Freddie said, crossing one leg over the other and stretched both arms out so they took up most of the bench. "Most girls… love… it…"
"In case you haven't noticed," I say coldly. "I'm not 'most girls'… now leave me alone!"
"No can do sweet one," he said smirking, I notice his brown eyes flash in the moonlight.
Sweet one? That would mean? No, no way! I think I need a glass of water… I collapse on to the bench, as far away from the boy as possible.
Freddie's POV:
"We're just friends on this date," she says, glancing at me and I see a return of fear.
I slide closer to her and raise my eye brows suggestively. "Well, just friends… with benefits…" I say quietly.
I take her hand in mine and pull her into me. She squeals, but it's not a 'oh my god…' type of squeal it an 'Oh my God get your hands off of me!' type of squeal. This turns me on, the girl really doesn't want me… and it's oh so irresistible. I push my mouth onto hers and keep it there until she melts into it. They always do, eventually. Girls like Samantha need… a little bit of…persuasion and perseverance. I have to say this is unlike any other kiss I have had with any other girl-she's certainly not 'most girls'.
"Oh my," she sighs as I pull away slowly and brush some hair behind her ear softly.
"Oh my, indeed," I agree and I decide it's time to take this a little further.
Sam's POV:
I don't really know where I am… I think I'm back at my house, but my thoughts are too preoccupied with the boy who's kissing me and I'm kissing him back this time. He slams me against the front door, closing it behind us. We're walking and making out at the same time-well, I think it's making out… it feels like there's nothing around us, just… well us… it's almost magical, until I trip while walking backwards up the stairs and fall, bringing Freddie down with me. He laughs for a second, but then we resume kissing fiercely. I feel myself being dragged up and pushed against the wall hard. Ow, that hurt!
"Ouch!" I say loudly but I'm cut off by his tongue, making its way into my mouth. I refuse to open my mouth, until he twists my wrist-like a Chinese burn (they hurt, believe me!) and makes me squeal, therefore opening my mouth. I feel his hand, stroking the back of my thigh and I push it away.
"Come on baby," he says between kissing me. "You know you want this…"
"What?" I say, pushing his mouth away from mine suddenly.
"You know you like it," he says and picks me up suddenly making me scream.
"Put me down, you creep!" I yell and try my best to pound my fists in his back.
He finally puts me down-if you can call throwing me on the bed, 'putting down' then that's what he did. I felt so vulnerable and now, seeing the predatory look cross Freddie's face I was terrified.
"Sammy, dear Sammy," he said quietly, now straddling my hips and leaning down to kiss me again and this time I feel him grab the bottom of my shirt and begin to lift it over my head.
"Please…" I say softly and feel the tears come to my eyes. "…Freddie… stop…"
"You want me don't you?" he says and I shake my head. "What? You don't want me?"
"Not like this," I say, my voice breaking up. "I'm not… I don't think I'm ready for this yet…"
I receive a harsh slap across the face. "Bitch," he whispers. "I was ready to give you everything…"
I break into silent sobs and he slaps me again which makes me cry harder. I can't believe he's… he's just what Wendy told me he was…
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Poor Sam! What's gonna happen now? You can only find out by reading the next chapter!
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