Hey you guys! I snuck on my dad's laptop again and this time I was able to write an entire chapter! Anyways let me know what you think about this chapter. And in the description I said that everyone has a secret, so I hope that explains what happens in this chapter.
I was actually looking forward to school today. These past few days have been so unpredictable and emotional. I really just needed some order and organization.
Freddie seemed content just holding my hand, not speaking at all. I felt more comfortable with him driving my car, so I gazed outside the window, strangely content. The entire ride to school the car was filled with a comfortable silence.
We pulled into the parking lot and it was strangely empty, but I hadn't minded. I didn't want people to stare at me for holding Freddie Benson's hand. When we exited my car, Freddie interlaced our hands as we walked towards the front door, of the school.
I was expecting Tucker to be waiting at my locker, but he wasn't. And when I checked his locker, he wasn't there either. After that I just assumed that he was absent again today, and he forgot to tell me this morning when he came to dress me.
My first few classes went according to plan, nothing spectacular. I was expecting this day to be normal, until I walked into biology and saw Tucker sitting at our table. I was slightly to see him at school. I was mostly surprised to see the way he was dressed. Tucker looked completely normal, aside from his hair. He was dressed in regular jeans and a casual shirt, that didn't stick out in anyway.
"Hey Tuck, are you feeling okay," I asked, while jokingly putting my hand to his forehead.
"Don't touch me," was all he said in a dead tone, not even glancing my way.
I was shocked, but more than that I was hurt. Tucker was my only friend, aside from Freddie.
"Look I'm sorry Tucker, I was just joking," I said in a small voice.
"Whatever Samantha," he said, almost as if the very thought of me discussed him.
After that I didn't make any more attempts to talk to him. I sat in biology and silently took my notes, while trying to figure out what I had done to make Tucker so angry at me. But none of our interactions seemed to leads to him being angry with me.
I sat at our table wallowing in self pity, until he bell rang signaling the end of the period. I was hoping that Tucker would linger, like he normally does, but nothing was normal about him today. Tucker practically ran to his calculus class. I happen to know that he hates the class and he constantly calls the teacher, Mr. Howard, a homophobic prick. I tried to call after Tucker, but he disappeared into the crowd, purposely avoiding me.
The rest of the school day remained vastly uneventful. The classes all seemed the same, quiet. When lunch rolled around my mood brightened a little. I could talk to Freddie, because he, unlike Tucker, wasn't avoiding.
When I looked around the lunchroom, I spotted Freddie sitting at the table that I sat at, on my first day of school. He was already settled and waiting for me. I sat down across from him and started to poke at my lunch.
"Hey Sam," Freddie called.
When I looked from my plate, He placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I slowly pulled away to see if anyone was looking at us. Thankfully they were all preoccupied with the meals to worry about me.
"What was that for," I asked slightly dazed from the kiss.
"You seemed like you needed it," he said.
A smile started to form, but then I remembered why I was so upset in the first place.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"So do you want to talk about it?"
Before I answered, I just looked at Freddie, his warm brown eyes only showed concern for me, while my eyes displayed confusion. How could he read me so well? I didn't understand how Freddie could tell when I needed him to listen to me, or when I needed a hug or when I needed to kiss.
"How do you do that," I asked.
"Do what," he asked confused.
"How do seem to know when I need to talk, or when I need a hug or when I need as kiss," I asked curiously.
"I'm just really good at reading people," he said with a small shrug.
"Oh," was all I could muster.
"You still avoided my question."
"Its Tucker," I said while pushing my lunch tray away.
"Did he hurt you? Do I need to go straighten him out," Freddie said, instantly getting fired up.
"Calm down Casanova," I said stifling a laugh, "It's nothing like that."
"Well then do you care to elaborate, before I go threatening that kid," he said as he calmed down.
"That's the thing, I don't know what I did to him," I said getting frustrated again.
"Maybe you should try and talk to him after school," he suggested.
Before I could respond, the bell rang and Freddie and I had to separate. He started to walk away, when I quickly kissed him on the cheek.
"What was that for," he asked confused.
"For wanting to protect me," I said.
My last few classes after lunch seemed to drag on. Nothing was particularly exciting about today. Normally I would enjoy the simplicity of it, but Tucker seemed to cloud my thoughts. I replayed every conversation I had ever had with Tucker, and nothing was standing out. All of them were filled with us joking around, except for the first day. But that conversation was us getting to know one another. Tucker said that we were friends and I don't understand why he was treating me this way.
When the school day was finally over, I rushed to Tucker's locker. I let out a sign of relief when I saw Tucker standing at his locker, exchanging his books.
"Look Sam, I know you're right behind me, so just get out of my way," he said in a cold voice.
"I know that you're angry with me, but can you at least tell me what I did wrong," I pleaded.
"It has nothing to do with you," he called over his shoulder, as he was walking towards the exit.
"Then talk to me, who is it about," I yelled.
He stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around and walked towards me. He stopped when our faces were mere inches apart.
"Don't you dare stand there and ask me to tell you anything. I have been an open book with you from day one, but you on the other hand, keep all kinds of secrets. And if I had to bet, you probably already told pretty boy everything, I mean why else would he be living with you. But that's right you can't tell me that either," he said fuming.
He was giving me the opportunity to defend myself, but I was speechless.
"That's what I thought," he scoffed and walked away.
When Tucker walked away, I didn't try and stop him. He was absolutely right, I haven't opened up to him at all and he has been the complete opposite. Me asking him to open up was wrong and downright inconsiderate.
I lingered in the halls for a bit; part of me was hoping that Tucker would come back.
After my interaction with Tucker, I went to meet Freddie by the car, like we had agreed upon. He was leaning against the car with his arms folded across his chest. He had a bored expression on his face, and I found it amusing, despite the day I had.
"Having fun Benson," I asked jokingly.
"Hardy har har," he said mocking being hurt by my comment.
"Whatever Frednub, let's just go home," I said smiling.
We settled ourselves into the car and cruised home. I took the initiative this time and laced our fingers together and rested them on the center console. I could tell that Freddie was shocked because I never really initiated anything between us. A small part of me was still expecting Freddie to pull away, or realize that he doesn't want to be with me anymore.
"So did you and Tucker work things out," Freddie suddenly asked.
"No I don't think he wants anything to do with me anymore."
"Did he say that?"
"He didn't have to," I said as I gazed out of the window, watching the cars pass by.
"Sam, maybe you and Tucker are a lot more alike than you think," he said knowingly.
"Meaning what exactly," I asked.
"Meaning that maybe he is pushing you away for a reason. It's probably not something that you did. Tucker is pushing you away, like you pushed me away. He's hurting badly and doesn't know to deal with it," he said.
"Then what should I do," I asked desperately.
"Well that depends on the person that you're dealing with. For you I had to push back just as much as you pushed me, but Tucker maybe different."
Knowing Tucker, he probably needed some time to cool off. But it made me wonder what has caused Tucker to change so dramatically. I know his parents were horrible human beings, but he made it seem as if they were out of his life. He told me that he was happy living with his grandmother. I haven't personally met her yet, but Tucker seems to be doing just fine with her.
"Sam we're home," Freddie said, but his voice sounded like it was at a distance. When I looked straight through the windshield I realized that, Freddie was almost to the front door.
I gathered my things and walked to the house. Almost as if it were some ritual, Freddie and I met in the kitchen. I went directly to the fridge and pulled out last night's ham. I gnawed on a couple of silences, before I started talking.
"Why did you leave me in the car," I asked.
"Well I had been calling your name for about five minutes, and when you didn't respond I left, because I didn't want to get caught by my dad."
"Well that makes sense."
We both settled into two seats at the dinner table, we were sitting right next to one another. Freddie was so close to me that our knees and elbows grazed one another's. I started to work on my grueling homework assignments, but I felt a foot hit mine. The first time I ignored it, but after the fourth time, I just turned and looked at Freddie, who wore an innocent look on his face.
"Are you seriously playing footsie with me, right now Benson," I asked incredulously.
"So what if I am Princess Puckett," he asked challengingly, slightly leaning forward.
"If you are then I say that that makes you a nub," I said teasingly, leaning closer to him.
"Yeah," he asked inching closer to my face.
"Yes, now kiss me nub," I said feeling a little bold.
When our lips met, it literally took my breath away. Each one of our kisses seems to get better than the first. His warm, soft lips pressed against mine, made me become slightly light headed. My arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his neck, and his went around my waist, bringing us even closer than before. His tongue grazed my bottom lip and I timidly allowed him access. Our mouths seemed to be perfectly in sync with one another. My hands were clenched in fists, but I started to relax and so did they. I pulled at the back of Freddie's hair he let out a deep groan. I instantly pulled away, fearing I had done something wrong. Both of our chests were heaving up and down at a rapid paste.
"What's wrong," he asked, concern filling his features.
"You made a sound, and I thought I did something wrong," I said hastily.
His face immediately relaxed, before he started to laugh. I waited for the laughing to subside, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon. I was starting to get irritated.
"What's so funny," I asked peeved.
"You," he said still snickering.
"And why is that," I asked.
"I made that sound because kissing you felt that good," my face started to flush at the very thought of me causing Freddie to make that sound.
"Oh," was all I whispered."
"You know sometimes you are just so cute," he said then he kissed my nose.
"Why thank you and I think you're an absolute dreamboat, but I'm already taken," a sarcastic female voice said from the door.
"Oh hey Jennifer, we didn't hear you come in," I said as calmly as I could.
"Hey Sam, hey Freddie, can you guys go get the groceries out of the car."
"Yeah sure," Freddie said. He rose from his chair and pulled me out of mine. I expected him to let go of my hand, but he continued to hold it until we got to the car and were forced to let go. He grabbed the first two brown paper bags and left me with the last one. I went to grab the bag, when I knocked it over and all of its contents spilled out. I gathered everything from the floor of the car and placed them neatly in the car. I reached for the last box, but immediately dropped it when I saw what it read.
The box had the words 'pregnancy test' written on the front.
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