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chapter twenty

Sam's POV

Today was my last day of finals and I am singing "Hallelujah" in my head because I'm finally done with this semester.

Those five months flew by really fast, surprisingly. I have to admit that this semester was probably the best one I've had because of one person.

Freddie flippin' Benson.

I don't know why he made this semester so worth it, but he did. He always knows how to make me happy all the time, but he made it different this year because of the sexy-sexy thing we do.

However, I've been thinking about our FWB, and I don't know if it's making me self-conscious on Freddie or not. I was fantasizing Freddie fucking me for God's sake. It can't be conventional thinking about your best friend like that. Well, we are doing something best friends shouldn't do, but that's no excuse!

Is it?

UGH! I don't fucking know!

Our sex sessions are hot and steamy I have to admit, but a part of me thinks it's wrong that we're still doing it. We've been doing it for a while and I don't think I'm cut for it anymore.

I don't know how Freddie feels about this, but I doubt it's something positive. He might be tired of this too.

Who knows...

It's really hard for me to think about this because I was stuck for three hours doing my fucking math final!

Right now I'm walking to my car, running away from my math class and going to my car for safety. As I'm about to unlock my car, my phone rings singling I got a text message.

I shoved my hand in my jean pocket and pulled out my pear phone, seeing it's a text message from Freddie.

From: FREDWARD!
Are you done with your final?

I read the text message and replied within seconds.

To: FREDWARD!
Yeah, why?

I unlocked the car with my key and opened the driver's door, going inside. After planting my backpack on the passenger seat, I get another text message.

I slid the key in the ignition and turned it on, bringing the car to life. I grab my phone again and clicked on the notification box and saw it was Freddie again.

From: FREDWARD!
Because I'm taking you out tonight for us to celebrate finishing our finals!

To: FREDWARD!
Take me out? Where the hell are we gonna go?

From: FREDWARD!
It's a surprise!

Ugh! I hate surprises! This better be good.

Without replying back, I put my car in drive and drove out of my parking space, driving my way home to freedom.

As I opened the front door, I walk inside being surprised by a sudden scream.

"SAM!"

I screamed in terror turning my back around, looking at two chocolate brown eyes.

"Hi." Freddie smiled.

"What the hell, Freddie! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" I snapped, resting my hand on my chest feeling my poor heart beating so fast.

"You said last time that you're used to me scaring you, so I thought of a perfect plan to scare you without you noticing." Freddie grinned like an innocent little boy.

I dropped my hand and glared at him with death in my eyes and my lip twitching. "You. Are. So. Dead." I growled.

"What are you going to do? Hit me?" He laughed. "Because you can't hurt me anymore–"

I interrupted him by punching his arm with full power and he screamed like a little girl being in pain.

That's what you get for messing with mama.

"Ow!" He exclaimed. "Sam! What the fuck?"

"That's what you get for scaring me to death," I shrugged, walking towards the couch, dropping my backpack on the floor.

"Jeez, woman! You are strong!" He cried. I rolled my eyes that his body is so sensitive to my strong fists.

"You'll live."

After he rubbed his arm, he sits down next to me and looks at the side of my face while I stare at the blank T.V screen.

There's a thick, uncomfortable silence among us and I turn my head, facing his direction looking at his face that is filled with seriousness.

What is he thinking about?

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "Um...so go on and get dressed so we can go out. Make sure to dress nicely." He stands up and gives me a small grin before walking out of the room.

That was weird...I wonder what's up with him.

I stood up and headed to my room going to pick out an outfit for our "suspicious" night. I walked into my room and walked to my closet seeing I have a bunch of casual clothes than fancy ones.

Man, I need to buy new clothes.

I glanced through my closet and skimmed through the clothes, till I go all the way to the back and spotted something.

I took the hanger and brought out the clothing out of the closet, seeing a red dress. It's a v-neckline, strapless, mid-length skater dress with ruffles at the end of the skirt. I remember buying this...I bought this for homecoming senior year of high school and never got to wear it because I didn't want to go anymore.

I lay the dress on the bed thinking about where Freddie is going to take me. He said I had to dress nice so the place must be fancy.

Before I put the dress on, I'm going to do something I never thought I would do in my entire life.

Apply makeup on my face.

Now I usually don't wear makeup on my face; not even eyeshadow or lip gloss, yadda yadda yadda. But tonight I'm going to wear it for this random occasion.

I walk to the dresser where I keep my travel size makeup bag and took out the products I'll be needing.

First, I applied my light brown eyeshadow making my blue eyes stand out. Then, I pick up my pencil eyeliner; I don't use liquid because it's too liquidy and it gets all over the damn place, so I choose pencil instead because it's so much easier and safer. I drew the liner on and did a little wing at the end of each eye making my eyes big; the way I like it.

The wing always makes everything look professional.

Lastly, I pick up my mascara and put it on my lashes carefully so I don't poke my eye out. The first time I put mascara on, I poked my eye out and it burned like Hell. I'm still trying to forget that horrible memory.Everywhere I see, girls put on fake lashes and I think it's a waste of time because I already have long eyelashes to begin with. After I had finished applying the mascara, which I did correctly this time, I put on a small amount of blush, and lip gloss to shine my pink lips.

This is not my style of makeup, but I'll let it slide just for tonight.

I look at the final results on my face and thought everything looked right. Huh, I did a good job for an amateur.Now, time for the big finale... the dress.

After a while, I finally got the dress on. It was hard to slip it on since there was a zipper on the back and I couldn't reach it.

Now I need to find shoes. I walk to the closet to find my black three-inch heels I wear for special occasions. Aha! Found them. I grabbed them and slipped them on to complete the outfit. The heels are three inches tall, so now I'm going to look a little taller when I'm next to Freddie since he's like five foot eight and I'm not.

I walk to the full body mirror in my room to check myself out. I feel like one of those Disney Princesses.

I can honestly say that I look beautiful in this.

I actually look like a girl. Not that I didn't before but, you know what I mean. I do my last minute touches with fluffing my natural, curly blonde hair, making sure it looks right.

This should be good enough for tonight right?

It's worth a shot.

Wherever Freddie is taking me must be substantial because of this formal attire.

"Sam? Are you done in there?" Freddie's faint voice called from outside the door. He must be done getting dressed.

"Uh, yeah I'm done." I run my hands through the dress, removing any wrinkles.

Freddie opens the door slowly, revealing his tight black button shirt, black jeans, with black vans. His shirt is opened a little, showing a part of his chest.

Oh my lord...

He looks phenomenal.

I've never seen him look like that before. He chose this night to look like a Greek god from a magazine?

He walks inside and stares at me, darting back and forth between my dress and my eyes. His eyes are twinkling while giving me an astonish look.

"Wow..." He breathed out.

Ah, geez.

"Do I look okay?" I asked glaring at him, but on the inside, I feel nervous about what his answer is going to be.

"Uh...you look..." He paused staring at me. I plead him with my eyes for him to continue his sentence.

"Beautiful."

My heart starts to race like a marathon. Did he just call me beautiful? My cheeks are burning as I tilt my head down, not looking at him.

"Uh... you really look great." He quickly adds.

"Thank you." I nod shyly. My heart is beating so fast I feel like I'm going to pass out. Freddie just called me beautiful because I'm wearing this dress.

I tilt my head back up facing his shy gesture. He noticed me looking at him because he clears his throat. "Uh...how about we go?" He asks, awkwardly.

"Yeah, okay." I walk towards him, walking past him smelling his cologne. His faint cologne scent flies into my nostrils.

Oh my chizz, he smells so good...

He walks behind me, turning the light switch off. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked facing him.

"Like I said before... It's a surprise." He nods.

"Well, this surprise needs to hurry the hell up," I muttered.

"I heard that. Let's go." He walks ahead of me and I follow behind him to the front door. He grabs his wallet and keys on the table near the door and opens the door. "After you." He gestures his hand out the door for me to walk out first.

"Thank you?" I say confused. He's acting so weird today. I walk out of the door and he does the same, closing it making sure the door is locked.

"Ready for the best time of your life?" He asks doing jazz hands.

Is he high?

"Well, I won't know till you tell me where we're going," I stated.

"Like I said for the billionth time. You'll see when we get there." He rolls his eyes, walking to his car.

I walk to his car, getting in the passenger seat, putting my seat belt on. Freddie buckles his seatbelt then turns on the ignition.

"Ready to go?"

"No."

"Perfect." He goes to reverse, turning his head over his shoulder and drives out of the driveway.

"Why can't you tell me where we're going?" I asked facing him.

He sighs, "What's the point of telling the surprise and spoil everything?"

"When someone is getting on my nerves for not telling me what the surprise is." He puts the car in drive and we drive out of the neighborhood.

"Well, sorry that I won't tell you what the surprise is, but you will find out when we get there. So, please be quiet." He groaned.

I groaned back.

I swear this nub is confusing the hell out of me. He tells me to wear something nice, then he takes me somewhere that's a "surprise", and I'm scared where that surprise is.

God dammit!