Chapter 3

"Heather, why do you care? Your not even in the wedding. Back off already!" Marissa snapped.

I have never seen Marissa so mad before. Its probably because she still remembers the time that we were spying on Heather and caught her making out with Danny. That really ticked her off. She tried to show Danny what he was missing at Brandons pool party, a month ago. I dont think it worked though.

"Listen Missy! If Sammy is going to a wedding, I deserve to go too. Why should you and the rat pac go but not me?" Heather snarled.

Thats it. She can call us losers or freaks, but Rat Pac is where I draw the line. "Heather dont you have to go to the pyscho convention. Its down the street. Im pretty sure your therapist suggested that you go." I pointed out

"IM NOT A PYSCHO YOU HIGH-TOPS WEARING FREAK!" Heather practically screamed like a deranged pyscho.

"Heather, your acting like one." Tenille, Heathers puppet, whispered but loud enough for me and Marissa to hear. We snickered. Even Heather's puppet thought so too.

"Tenille, SHUT UP." Heather snapped before attacking me.

I started to dodge her attack but it was too late. She started scratching my neck and my face, and then she raised a fist like she was gonna punch me. But, then someone pulled her off of me. I couldnt see who it was because she got me pretty hard in the eye. It stung from her nails, more like demon claws. I got up from the ground and Marissa asked me if I was okay. I said yeah, and then asked her who pulled the devil off of me. And she said to turn around.

"Hey Sammy" the "Mystery" person said. But I recognized the person. It was Casey.

"Hey Casey. Whats Up?" I tried to act nonchalant.

"Nothing much, I was just coming over to see if you wanted to hang out today instead of this weekend. Looks like I came at the right time." He smiled

I laughed and said "Yeah, Thanks. But I would've handled it myself." Dang it why do I have to be so stupid, Heather would've creamed me if Casey hadn't came along and saw what was happening.

"Ok than Sammy. But, what happened? You were just letting her fight you. You werent doing anything to stop her. Ive seen you fight before Sammy and you could've at least given her a bloody nose."

"I was um, thinking about something." I managed to say. I cant believe he thought I could've beaten his sister. I looked at his chocolatey eyes, and he seemed to be looking into mine. I dont know what came over me, but I couldnt stop staring into his eyes.

"Sammy... Sammy? SAMMY!" Marissa yelled in my ear. I jumped back.

"What?"

"Sammy, why are you looking at Casey like that?" Marissa said while she pulled me away so we could talk in private.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like this.." then she did a face like she was starstruck or something.

"Okay, okay I get it. Now stop doing that. I didnt even know I was doing that. How long was I 'starstruck'?" I asked.

"Um Sammy, you've been staring at him like that for the past ten minutes." Marissa finally said.

A/N: I Forget To Mention.. I Havent Read Sammy Keyes And The Wedding Crashers Yet, So Im Writing This Story A Few Weeks After The Camping Experience. And One More Thing Whoevers Reading My Story... Can Yuh PLEASE Update Yurs. I Started Writin My Story Hopin That Yuh Guys Would Change And Start Updatin Yurs Again.