salted wound |sameena|

twelve.

deena sips her milkshake before is was usurped by simon.

"hey dipshit," she says laughing. 

simon shrugs and smiles smugly. "so sam, huh?"

deena rolls her eyes and sighs. "i know, i know. but si, i really do like her. as my friend you want to protect me, i get that. totally. please give her a chance, i really do feel right about her." deena smiles.

"alright. fine. only if you are completely sure that she's a good person."

deena tussled with the thought for a moment. "i am, one hundred percent." deena's right side of her face starts to curl up into a smile.

simons reaches across the table and punches her arm. "alright, calm down lovergirl." he laughs.

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deena rings the doorbell to sam's house.

the sweet blonde answers, smiling once she sees deena. "oh my god, hi!" sam says excited.

"hey there fraser," deena beams back while stepping to smother her in a hug.

sam pulls back after their hug and her cheeks change pigment.

deena clicks her tongue, "sammy, do you like me or something?" she says smirking.

"pssh, no. you're too fond of yourself, johnson." sam laughs hitting her arm.

"right, that sounds like me. i actually think i like someone a little different."

"oh yeah?" sam wraps her arms around deena's neck.

"oh for sure." deena locks eyes with sam and brings her towards her by her waist.

with one hand on sam's waist and the other moving towards her cheek, their faces inch closer.

a car door slams to the right of them, sam's moms car.

the brunette woman catches a glimpse of the girls on the porch and begins storming towards the two, now furious.

"samantha, what the hell is this?" she says stunned.

"mom,"

"do not. get away from that lesbian freak! she's corrupting your brain." sam's mom takes a hold of her arm, dragging her into the house and shutting the door once she's inside.

holding the door closed, the brunette woman looks to deena. "you best stay away from samantha, it's what's best for you. go twist some other girl's brain.   not my samantha. you will not!" her eyebrows and pointed down and her fists are tightened.

deena turns around without a word and begins walking away from sam's house. she turns around to a sound of glass being smacked. it's sam, she was yelling out the window for deena.

her mom was still standing on the porch, keeping her glare on deena.

deena swings her head low and returns home.