This Chapter is short and uneventful so don't hold out for too much on this but i'm hoping the next one will be better
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Freddie pov.
Alright so we've just encountered a problem. Well other than the one earlier. Right now we're all in gym class, Carly, Sam, Tasha, and I; and I've just realized something. I'm starting to develop a crush on Tasha. And I don't want to have one. Because.... I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I don't want her and Tasha to break up. Not because I want Carly to myself or because I want her unhappy, but because Tasha is good for Sam. She's patient, almost more than Carly and I think she genuinely cares.
"Hey Sam, be our point guard?" some boy asks. Sam leans up from between Tasha's legs. She's been leaning against her chest with Tasha whispering in her ear.
"Sure." Sam says. She moves to get up but Tasha clears her throat. Sam sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm jus-" Tasha clears her throat again. Sam leans in and kisses her quickly and gets up.
"Cool." the boy says. Sam gets out onto the basketball court and the boy stops her. "Hey, I heard what happened with those guys and I just wanna say they're jerks." he says. Sam nods, "Hey Freddie, you're pretty cool sticking up for your friend." he calls out. I smile and nod and they go and play.
"Hey guys, I'll be right back." Carly says getting up to leave the gym.
"I'm crushing on Sam." I hear in a panicked voice from beside me. I see Tasha looking afraid. I turn and stare at her.
"That's not so bad." I say trying to be supportive.
"She's in love with another girl." she says sadly.
"Well we just need to try harder to get them together." I offer. She shakes her head.
"I-- I don't know if I can keep helping." she says. I rest a hand on her shoulder.
"Give it another week, if it doesn't work, break up with her." I say. She sighs and nods.
"I can try." she says. I nod.
"I-if it'd help, when this is over, I'd love to take you out.....get your mind off Sam." I say. She smiles.
"I think I'd like that." she says. I nod and turn back to the court, that was easy.
Sam pov.
"Alright guys, wrap it up! Sit down and rest!" the coach yells. I take a deep breath and go to sit down. Tasha gets up to sit beside me and wraps her arm around me.
"I stink." I say. She shrugs.
"Don't care." she says. Something about her tone makes me face her.
"What's up?" I ask. She sits up and sighs facing me.
"I have a real crush on you." she says bluntly. My eyes widen and I tilt my head to the side.
"You say it like it's a bad thing." I reply she sighs.
"This is serious." she says moving away. I reach out and grab her wrist.
"I know...." I trail off. I sigh and look her right in the eye. "Look, thanks for what you've been doin. I really appreciate it." I say shifting a little bit.
"You're welcome...." she says with a confused looking frown. "Look, we've got at least a week to get you Carly so we're going to have to work harder." she says. I frown.
"I don't think she's inter-m mph-" I'm cut off by her kissing me. I fall back onto the bleachers a little but she just lays on my side.
"Hey!" I hear. She pulls away with a lazy look on her face and turns to...
Carly pov.
That bitch.
"Carly....hey." Sam says sitting up straight. That tramp saw me coming in here and she kissed her on purpose. Oh this bitch.
"Hey Sam...." I say. "Bitch.... I mean Tasha." I say sweetly. She just glares at me before smirking. She leans over and kisses Sam again quickly before getting up.
"Well baby, I'm going to my locker. I'll see you later." she says.
"Bye." Sam says with a dazed smile. Her eyes settle on me and I smile a fake smile.
"C'mon." I say. She nods and stands. "We're going to be late for class." I say. She walks beside me until we're in the hallway with various people staring at us.
"What?!" she finally asks loudly.
"Um...." some girl beside us stutters.
"Um what?" she asks
"Are you really a lesbian?" another girl asks.
"Yeah....why?" Sam responds.
"Oh em gee!" we hear and turn around.
"Ah!" Sam shrieks.
"Hey guys, wha- mandy!" Freddie yells in shock.