A/N: Hey there guys! I'm sorry it took me so long to update but TRUE BLOOD is back and I'm freaking out! So anyways, here it goes one more chapter! Thanks to all your reviews and thank for the patience and support! I'm writing non stop and I already have a few new chapters ready!
Obrigado pela review em português "Evanemore" eu pensei em escrever uma fic em português, mas como eu sei que a maioria dos leitores aqui fala inglês eu decidi testar meu inglês. To fazendo um esforço danado pra escrever, mas ta saindo! Espero que goste desse capitulo!
RHrGreatness I love Brad too! I have plans for him here and I hope he comes back to season 5 too! I really did get a skanky vibe when I saw Patrice in iPity the Nevel. I thought about bringing Missy back, but Freddie already knows she is evil, so Patrice works better!
JESSICA LOVES SEDDIE thank you so much, I'm actually reading a lot to write better! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
Jesrod82 gotta love Sam right? Fight for your man Sam! I guess you're going to like the rest of this chapter, especially the end!
ilyLisy I didn't even noticed I made Freddie stare at Sam's ass until I read it… lol! I intent to give Brad more room here! And don't worry Freddie will get jealous very soon! And thanks a lot for reviewing, I do speak Portuguese and a little of Spanish too, my friend taught me Spanish since she is a master on it! So you're from Cuba huh? I always wanted to see Cuba! Visiting your country is on my 'to do' list, maybe after I graduate!
Animerose18 hey there! I hope you enjoy this next chapter, and I know exactly what you mean! Sometimes I feel too lazy to log in too!
Anyways I'll stop now…
Freddie's POV
Sam's hands were inside my shirt exploring my six pack and my back. I had one hand on her back pocket and the other on her ribs, just under her boob. I didn't know if I should touch it, maybe she'll be upset and kick me in the balls. I couldn't risk that. She moved her hands from my stomach to yank on my hair. I groaned. She liked it rough, and so did I. Although kissing her was amazing, I couldn't understand why she dragged me here and attacked me. Not that I didn't like it… because I did, a lot, the problem is; we agreed on leaving our relationship out of the school and now she was attacking me in school property, that was kinda confusing. If I could, I would ask her why she did that, but she wasn't giving me any room to breathe. We never made out like that before, that was something about her kisses and the way she was touching me, that made her seem hungry, almost desperate to prove something. I didn't know what, but I know she didn't have to prove anything to me, I'm already hooked.
I pushed her away just for a little bit so we could talk. I was trying to get her to look at me, but instead she started to suck on my neck.
"Sam… Sam… let's talk" it was a weak request; I didn't want her to stop what she was doing to me.
She grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me again. She sucked my tongue and bit the tip. An electrifying sensation ran all over my body. I had to admit that every time we kissed or touched, I felt this heat burning inside my heart, making me feel dizzy and comfortable at the same time. Not mentioning how hot I felt. She was perfect. Every inch of her curves was flawless, and I was amazed by how good we seemed to fit. When our bodies were pressed together, it was like two puzzle pieces completing each other, in every way. I pressed her against nearest surface I could find. As much as I enjoyed our little hot make out session I needed to talk to her, so I pinned her against the metal bar holding her fists above her head. She had her eyes close and threw her head back almost begging me to suck on her neck. I was tempted by her pale skin, I remembered how soft it was, and for a brief second I lost control and sunk my teeth on that wonderful neck of hers. Sam moaned loud and rubbed herself against me desperately. I kept sucking, biting and licking her until I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to pull away from her now, or I wouldn't be able to stop.
I pulled away quickly and released her fists. She looked at me confused.
"What the hell dork?" she said looking around to see what was wrong.
"I should be the one asking you that. What's the matter Sam…? we agreed on keep this in secret for a while and now you want to make out in the middle of the school?"
"First…" she took a deep breath and fixed her messy hair "we're behind the bleachers. Secondly, we're keeping secret since nobody saw us. And third… well I just felt like it" she shrugged.
"You just felt like it?" I asked her. Something about her excuse wasn't convincing me at all.
"Yeah… you know…" she came closer to me and started to play with the hair on the back of my neck "I just felt like it. You have a problem with that?"
"No… not at all… in fact, I could keep doing this forever" I wrapped my arms around her waist. I knew what she was saying was a lie, but I'll wait until she wanted to tell me what was wrong.
"Uh Benson… don't make promises you can't keep" she smirked.
"Can't keep?" I started to suck on her collarbone. I sucked so hard it made a mark "you're sure I can't?" I asked her.
"Shut up" she kissed me again "now let's go" she grabbed my hand and dragged me out.
Carly's POV
I made up some lame excuse to leave the classroom. I was looking for Sam and Freddie who decided to skip class a week before exams. Sam always skipped school, that wasn't big deal, but Freddie never did, he was a good student and I got scared Sam was going to drag him to the dark side. Don't get me wrong, I love my best friend, but I'm not allowing her to drag Freddie to the bad side, he is a straight A student and as long as I'm alive he'll remain that way. I looked for them everywhere I thought they could be, and nothing. I had to hide from Mr. Howard a couple of times inside the janitor's closet in the process. I began to worry, where the heck could they be? My concerns about their location were replaced by a WHAT THE HELL feeling. I spotted Sam and Freddie sneaking back into school. I approached them suddenly.
"AHA!" I yelled.
"Jesus Shay!" Sam placed her hand above her chest.
"Yeah… Jesus Carly!" Freddie tried to calm down.
"I can't believe you were skipping class Fredward Benson!" I didn't care if I sounded like Mrs. Benson, Freddie couldn't skip class and period!
"Sorry… mom" he gave me a 'are you my mother now?' look. I ignored him.
Little by little I started to realize his features. His lips were swollen, his shirt was wrinkled and he had sex-hair.
"What the hell were you two doing?" I asked them.
"Nothing" he answered.
"Oh… nothing? Then why you have sex hair?" I accused him.
"Sex hair?" Sam asked me.
That was the first time I looked at her, I was really mad he skipped class, to notice her. The first thing I could see was a dark mark on her neck. Evidence… EW! A HICKEY!
"You have a HICKEY!" I screamed not caring about who would listen.
"Shh… shut up Shay!" she shushed me "and I don't have a hickey. Do I?"She asked Freddie menacingly. When he looked away guilty, she ran to her locker and popped a small mirror out "what the hell nub?"
"You were rubbing yourself against me, I lost control!" he defended himself.
"Oh my GOD! TMI" I covered my ears. I don't NEED and don't WANT to know about their nasty make out session "I don't need to know about your sex life!"
"WE DON'T HAVE A SEX LIFE!" they said at the same time. Sam punched Freddie's shoulder.
"What was that for?" he rubbed the spot where she punched.
"For giving me this!" she pointed at the hickey.
"Sorry" he didn't seem a regretful.
"Whatever" I said to both of them, just then the bell rang "Okay, Sam you're coming with me, I'll fix this and Freddie… got to class or whatever"
I dragged Sam out of there with me leaving Freddie alone. I didn't look back to see if he moved or not, in fact I was still pissed at him for skipping class.
Sam's POV
"Is it out?" I asked Carly.
She nodded. She wasn't facing me and I wondered why.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"You can't do this" she said, putting her makeup away.
What? What she was talking about?
"What? Do what? Make out with the nub?" I asked her annoyed.
"No. That you can do. What you CAN'T do is make him skip class a week before the exams Sam! It's not right. You know how good of a student Freddie is" she seemed honestly concerned.
"I know. I promise to only make him skip class three weeks before the exams!" I chuckled.
"I'm not joking!" she complained.
"I know kid. I'll control myself. I promise!" I crossed my fingers.
"Okay" she gave me a reluctant smile.
Patrice's POV
That blond demon ruined everything! Sometimes I think she has a thing for Freddie, she is always around him and all over him. But if she did I couldn't blame her, he was indeed hot. I watched as he walked into the gym wearing a grey tank top and a pair of shorts. His biceps were showing and now I could definitely take a good look on those babies. He wasn't that scrawny little boy I used to ignore on the elevator anymore. He was almost a man now. Of course 'almost' because I'm pretty sure he hasn't being with a real woman yet, no boy becomes a man until they met a girl like me. My eyes darted to his torso and down his shorts. He had a nice volume there. I'm pretty sure his 'equipment' must be pretty fine, just like the rest of him.
Plan A failed because of that ridiculous tomboy, but she's not around now, maybe it's time for a new approach. I started to walk towards him, shaking my hips and bouncing my boobs on purpose. Every single boy in the gym drooled over me but him; his eyes were searching for something, or someone in the crowd. I threw my hair back in a sexy way and continued my way towards him. He wasn't looking at me at all. Damn boy! But I'm not giving up. I was almost there, almost reaching him, about to make him drool for me like every other guy in this school when something hard hit me on the head. I felt a sharp pain and automatically fell to the ground.
I'm pretty sure I blanked out for a second because next thing I remember was Freddie trying to make me stand up.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah… I…" I rubbed my head.
"Sorry" I heard a familiar voice say.
I turned my head to look at her. I could swear she had a smirk on her face, but the pain wasn't letting me think straight. Freddie helped me to get on my feet so I could see her face entirely now. Sam Puckett. Damn bitch! She threw a ball on me! Oh… she will pay for this. I leaned against Freddie's muscular shoulder and bent my knees making him hug me in order to hold me still. I could see the rage written all over her face, so I gave her a small smile, without letting him see. That crazy bitch is going to get what she deserved.
Just when I was making myself comfortable in his arms, Mr. Hodges, our gym teacher, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Freddie's hold.
"Are you okay?" he asked analyzing me.
"I'm fine!" I said annoyed trying to release myself from his hold.
"Nope… there is a bump" he held my arm even tighter "let's go"
"No… there is no need!" I insisted, but the teacher dragged me out of the gym anyway.
The last thing I saw was Freddie Benson's sympathetic eyes and Sam Puckett's mean smirk. She even had the nerve to wave goodbye at me. AH! That bitch! She's not going to stay in my way.