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Chapter 11
Later that week (Friday Night)
To: Carly
From: Sam
Are you sure there's no way to trade places for the weekend. I mean all the nubbish science geeks in the world and no one has made a body switching machine? Bull shit.
To: Sam
From: Carly
Lol! Sorry Hun, I don't think funding for those have been approved. Relax I'm sure it won't be that bad.
To: Carly
From: Sam
Haha! You don't know my parents.
To: Sam
From: Carly
Well if you can't stand the heat and need to get far away from the kitchen feel free to stop by. Bushwell Plaza apt 8C J.
To: Carly
From: Sam
Thanks… hopefully I won't need it. -_-
To: Sam
From: Carly
Lol! Good Luck Girly!
I put down my phone and picked back up my guitar to continue to tune it. I was counting down the minutes until my mom got back with James and my dad. I really wasn't looking forward to this, but luckily he decided it would be too much for me if he brought his slut too.
I was about to go get some food when my phone rang. I looked down and almost couldn't believe who texted me.
To: Sam
From: Dean
So, why haven't I heard from you in over a month?
Dean asked. I rolled my eyes, and decided I should talk to him it had been awhile, but that wasn't just my fault.
To: Dean
From: Sam
I've been grounded, remember?
To: Sam
From: Dean
You've been ungrounded for like 2 or 3 weeks.
To: Dean
From: Sam
Well, if you knew that then why didn't you just text me dumbass.
To: Sam
From: Dean
Because, I thought you would have texted me first.
I rolled my eyes, and began to text something back really rude, but he sent me another one before I got the chance.
To: Sam
From: Dean
I miss you. I wanted to see if you wanted to come chill with me tonight. My parents are out of town.
Also known as, he wants to have sex, and none of his other sluts were available. I'm all down for fucking him usually, but something just didn't feel right this time. I'm no one's second choice.
To: Dean
From: Sam
Sorry can't my dad is in town, so part of my punishment is dealing with him. Maybe next time.
To: Sam
From: Dean
Whatever… if you change your mind you know where I'll be.
I rolled my eyes, and decided to not write back. I heard voices downstairs and knew my parents, and James, were back. I thought about going downstairs to at least try to be cordial to my dad, but I wasn't ready, so I did the only thing logical. I "went to sleep."
My mom opened my door and saw me laying there. She shut it back, and I heard her say "she's sleep right now, but she should be up in a couple of hours. Normal parents would have just woken their kid up, but my mom didn't like to bother me while I was sleep. She said I become bitchier than usual.
It only lasted two hours though. When she realized I wasn't getting up anytime soon she decided to make me get up and come talk to my dad.
I walked down the stairs as slow as possible when I got there I saw him sitting on the couch talking to James about whatever. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat so they would know I was there.
He turned around and flashed me a smile. He got up and pulled me into a big hug. "Sammy, I missed you so much." He said kissing me on the forehead.
"Hi dad," was all I said while rolling my eyes.
"How are you?" He asked walking me over to couch before sitting us down.
"I'm fine." I lied, but deep in my mind I was screaming. 'I would be better if you weren't here acting like you care.'
"How's the new school going?" He asked. "Your mom said you've made a lot of new friends."
"Yeah, I guess." I said trying to avoid eye contact. I didn't want to be here. "Dad why are you here?" I asked.
He looked down at his hand and back at me. "I know I've been busy sweetie that I haven't been around much since Shelia is expecting and everything, but I want to do better."
I snorted and shook my head. "Why? Trying to prove that you can actually be a father before Junior is born? Or, now that a kid you want is coming into this world you feel the need to practice on one of the kids you didn't want?" I said scooting over from him.
"Sam, that's not fair. I told you that I love you and your sister. Things were just… different back then. I was…" He started but I cut him off due to how many times I had heard this same lame ass excuse.
"You were young and stupid. You didn't know what you wanted. But, what's your excuse now dad?" I asked standing up noticing I was getting louder and louder. My shouting caused my mom and James to come in from the kitchen. "I know why you're here. You want to see how I am after all the trouble I've been getting into, but here's the thing… that was over two fucking months ago."
"SAMANTHA PUCKETT YOUR LANGUAGE IS UNEXCEPTABLE!" My mom shouted.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" I asked her. "YOU'RE SERIOUSLY GOING TO ACT LIKE YOU'RE PARENT OF THE FUCKING YEAR BECAUSE HE'S HERE?" My mom just looked down at the floor. James wrapped his arm around her.
"SAM DO NOT TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" My dad shouted back.
"OH SO NOW YOU CARE ABOUT MOM? DO ME A FAVOR! DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO ROY! YOU DON'T GET TO COME IN AND OUT OF MY LIFE AND TELL ME WHAT TO DO! AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" I stated causing him to look down now. I pointed to my mom. "SHE IS MY PARENT! SHE IS THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN HANDLING THE SHIT THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HANDLING! WHILE YOU'VE BEEN OFF MAKING A NEW HOME AND FAMILY FOR YOURSELF!" I don't know where all this came from I guess I had been holding it in for so long that eventually it had to come out. "YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW THIS I'M OUT OF HERE!"
"Sam, you are not going anywhere." My mom said as I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.
"The hell I'm not." I said opening the door.
"SAMANTHA YOU DO NOT GET TO WALK OUT OF HERE!" My dad yelled at me.
I just laughed. "I learned from the best Roy." With that I walked out the door slamming it behind me.
I heard the shouting match begin between my parents. My dad basically saying I'm out of control and it's my mother's fault, and my mom stating that this began way back when he left.
I hurried down the street before anyone could stop me. I caught the bus and made my way to the BushwellPlaza. I had left the house so quick that I didn't even bother to grab my phone.
I finally reached the Bushwell about 20 minutes later. I walked into the lobby where the doorman was waiting behind the front desk. He had the hugest wart on his face.
"GET OUT OF MY LOBBY!" He yelled at me.
"FUCK OFF WART FACE!" I yelled back, causing him to yell in frustration before running into his office.
I pushed the elevator and made my way to the eighth floor. When I reached it I searched for Carly's apartment. I began to bang on the door. "Come on Carly please still be here." I said as I was banging on the door.
"She's not there." Someone said causing me to jump. I turned around to see a very shirtless Freddie standing there.
"Jesus Benson, you scared the living shit out of me!" I said. I looked down to keep from starring at his abs.
He laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"What the hell are you doing home didn't you have a game tonight." I asked.
"Yeah, that ended like two hours ago." He said. "I just got out of the shower and I heard you banging on Carly's door."
"Wait, you leave right across from Carly?" I asked.
"Yeah, she never told you." He laughed.
"No, it never came up." I couldn't help to look; football had done his body good. I hadn't even noticed I was starting to stare.
"Sam?" He said causing me to jump again. I hope he didn't notice.
"Yeah, so where is she." I asked.
"Well, Brad came home with me after the game to surprise Carly and ask her out finally, so they're at the movies, and her brother had a date tonight too, but you're welcome to wait here if you want. I mean my mom's not here so I'm just about to watch a movie or something." He said.
At this rate anything was better than going home, and Jessica went with Twitch's family to the lake for the weekend, so it's not like I have much of a choice.
"Okay," I said walking into his apartment. I looked around the apartment. It was very… clean.
"Make yourself at home." He said walking past me into the kitchen. "Want a wahoo punch?" He asked.
"Sure," I said sitting down on his couch. I thought he was about to open the fridge, but instead he picked up a photo off the wall and took a key out of the back. He then walked to a cabinet and opened it up. Inside there was a mini fridge stocked with mini frozen pizzas, burger sliders, wings, peppy cola and wahoo punch. He took two out and threw one at me.
"Um, what is that?" I asked laughing.
"It's um, my secret stash." He said scratching his head before hopping up on the counter. "My mom is a bit of a health freak so I stole the key to the cabinet claiming to have lost it and use it to stash all my food that I eat when she's not around." He admitted.
"And, she just doesn't suspect." I asked.
"Naw, it was a junk cabinet anyways, so she's never wondered." He said. I nodded in understanding.
"So, how was the game?" I asked. Great now I was trying to make small talk to ruin this awkward moment we seemed to be having, which was being caused because his sexy… I mean his abs. 'Watch yourself Puckett.' I told myself taking a sip of my punch.
"Um, it was good. We won, and I scored two touchdowns." He answered back.
"That's good." I said.
"Yeah, so how was your evening?" He asked
"Um," I didn't really want to talk about it with Freddie, but he asked so I figured I might as well. "It wasn't great you know my dad is in town, and just like I thought it turned into a three way shouting match and I got out of there before it could get any worse." I said.
He moved off the counter and over by me. "Damn, I'm sorry about that Sam." He said
"Yeah, like he even had my mom acting weird, like she was trying to prove something to him, asshole. I hate him." I said looking down.
Freddie put his arm around me and brought me closer to him. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned my head on his bare shoulder. "You don't hate him, Sam. You're just hurt."
"Don't tell me how I feel Benson." I said back. "You don't know how I feel."
"I do too. If you hated him, you wouldn't be so angry with him. Face it Puckett, you love your dad." He said.
"Whatever," I said.
"Hey," He said tilting my chin to where I was now looking at him. "It's okay to feel Sam, you're only human." I felt myself getting lost in his eyes.
"It's easier to ignore my feelings." I whispered starring at Freddie. He didn't answer back. He just got as lost into my eyes as I was in his. He started to move his face closer to mines. My heart starting pounding the closer he came. His lips were about to land on mine, when I turned my head causing him to kiss my cheek instead. "Um, I better go. I have a lot to talk about with my family, and I don't have my phone so I'm sure they're going crazy." I lied.
"Um, yeah… yeah… okay I, I guess I'll see you Monday at school." He said standing up and following me to the door.
"Yeah…Monday," I said waking out the door. I turned around and looked at him one more time. "Bye Freddie." I said
"Bye Sam." He waved at me, and I took off down the hallway.
I can't believe that almost happened. What the hell was I thinking? That's the problem I wasn't thinking at least not with the right area. The bus wasn't running anymore, so I had to catch a cab. I had the cab take me to the only logical place to go right now.
We pulled up in front of the oversized mansion, and I paid him. I started banging on yet my second door for tonight. When Dorothea, the house keeper, answered the door I apologized for waking her and made my way upstairs. She didn't ask questions she already knew what was up.
I knocked on the last door at the very end of the long hallway, next to the home theater. Dean opened the door and shook his head. "Well well well, look who came to her senses." He said leaning against the door frame.
"Shut the fuck up asshole." I said before jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his broad back. He wrapped his arms around me and began walking me towards the bed laying me down and climbing on top of me never breaking our kiss.
Finally, we took a moment to catch our breath. "Damn girl, something seriously got you riled up." He said. I opened my eyes to not see the face of the man I was in bed with; instead I saw the face of a certain brown eyed jock. I don't know why I did what I did next, but I flipped Dean on to his back and straddled him before launching a full on attack on his lips and body. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I knew at this moment that I had completely lost my mind, because I was consciously fucking Dean, but imagining Freddie.
A/N: I bet you thought that Dean was gone didn't you lol. Anyways, hope that you enjoyed this chapter. :)