"I still can't believe that you have detention," Carly exclaims as she puts her books in her bag. My heart quickens at the mention of it, Sam and I in a room together for hours. I blush when Carly has to call my name a couple of times to bring me back to earth.
"Oh, yeah, I know."
"And it's all Sam's fault!"
"Oh Carls, you just can't stop talking about me, can you?"
Sam walks past Carly and I to get to her locker. I stand by Carly but not as close as I normally would. Carly slams her locker shut and glares at Sam.
"Since when do you go to your locker after school," Carly asks pointedly. She is right; Sam has never taken home a school textbook in her life. At the mention of this Sam's eyes light up with mischief.
"Right you are, Shay, I'm not here to grab my books. I'm here to grab Freddie."
"To grab Freddie," Carly asks getting louder on every word, "Freddie doesn't want to be grabbed by you!" Sam ignores Carly and looks at me with a smirk on her mouth. I feel my mouth go dry.
"Do you want to walk down to detention with me, Freddie?"
"Sure," I say just after Sam asks. I must look like a love sick puppy right now. I feel Carly glaring at me but I keep my eyes on Sam.
"Away we go Fredbag!" Sam smiles her big cheeky grin at me as she leads the way to detention. I catch up with her, away from Carly, and can't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Who would have thought that I would have detention with you," I ask her teasingly bumping my shoulder against hers. All of a sudden she looks at me and stops outside the door, where detention is being held. She looks up at me as if she can't believe I'm really there.
"Yeah," she says nodding not breaking her eyes from mine. "Who would've thought?"
Sam gives me a little shove in the chest but then becomes serious.
"You want to know who would have thought that eventually you would have detention with me," Sam asks me, blinking her baby blue eyes at me. I find myself not remembering what day it is today. Being with Sam does that to me. I nod, not trusting my voice to speak. If my voice squeaked Sam would never forget it.
Sam pulls me down to her, her lips by my ear.
"Me."
Chills go up and down my back when she pulls away. I've missed the feel of her lips against my skin. I shake my head watching her turn away to sit by Gibby in the back of the room.
How can she do that? Just pick up like nothing happened?
When I see Ms. Briggs walk down the hall I quickly slip into a desk and try to tune out Sam and Gibby's laughter.
How could I think that Sam still had feelings for me?
She's obviously still playing the game.