Ch. 25
…
"Hey, is that iced tea?" Freddie asked, joining Carly and Sam at the lunch table on Monday.
"Yeah, they usually don't serve it here. It's kinda weird," Carly replied as Sam stuffed a taco in her mouth. "Hey, do you want my lemon?" Carly asked Sam, referring to the lemon wedge in her tea.
"Oh my gosh, yes! Mama loves me a good lemon," Sam said.
"I think I'd like a lemon of my own," Freddie said.
He set his books down on the table and got in the lunch line so he could get his tea.
"Thanks, Carly," Sam said holding the wedge as she tried to decide between her fried rice or her other taco. "So, did Spencer find out?"
"I don't think so,"Carly replied, staring at a boy across the lunchroom again. "He interrogated Gibby when we got home, but he just said I was really tired."
"That's good. Sorry you had to lie to your brother, Carls. I should have given you a heads up about the punch," Sam said, chomping down on the rice.
"I love tacos, I'm so hungry!" Freddie said, sitting down with his lunch. He took a bite out of the lemon on his tea and then started on his taco.
"Are you done already?" Carly asked Sam.
"Yeah, I'm stuffed," Sam said smiling. "Gabby brought in food for a presentation in English today… I had 4 pieces of cake."
"Can I have you other taco then?" Freddie asked, already most of the way done with lunch too. Sam motioned for him to go ahead and take it, so he did. She didn't want it anyway, the meat was all greasy.
Freddie got some of the juices from Sam's taco on his hand. He licked it off. Freddie then dove right in, enjoying every moment of her gift to him.
"Damn, Benson, you must have been hungry," Sam said watching him scarf down all of his food and finishing Carly's potato chips.
"I was!" he said. "I slept in and missed breakfast," he explained.
Sam looked back at Carly to see her gawking over the boy again. "Why don't you ask him out?" Sam asked. Carly snapped her head back to Sam.
"What are you talking about?" Carly said. "What boy?"
"You've been staring at Chad for two weeks!" Sam claimed. "Go talk to him!
"Oh, I don't know... I'd rather talk to him in sculpting class," Carly said. "At least that way I have art to talk about if I get flustered."
"Awww, suddenly the truth comes out. He's why you joined art club!" Sam claimed.
"What? No!... well, it didn't hurt that he's the president of the art club," Carly said biting her lip. "He's so cute; I just want to jump him. Sam absentmindedly looked back at Freddie. She knew how Carly felt.
"What is he like?" Freddie said. The bell rang just as he finished his sentence. "Wow, barely enough time to eat…" he complained, sounding very much like Sam.
"I don't know, I barely know him," Carly said as they stood up and went to class.
…