Is Barbie Blonde Preggers?

Sneak Out Part 2

"You gave me quite a fright just then" Sam smirked

"Sorry" I smiled shyly.

"Lucky I was there to catch you, see I told you I was an undercover hero" Sam grinned, winking at me.

"Well I can't think of any other reason why I would think to climb out of a window and nearly killing myself and my baby, Chase" I replied sarcastically.

"Because your a bimbo, barbie blonde" He chuckled.

Omg. How does he know about my nickname?!

"Where did you get that from?!" I asked a little annoyed.

"What, barbie blonde or bimbo?" He smirked.

"You know what. That is offensive! Stop calling me that! I'm not a bimbo and i'm not blonde" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest before realizing what i'd just said.

"I mean i'm not a barbie.." I corrected myself feeling silly but kept myself stern and he began to laugh.

I faced my head out my window and waited for him to stop laughing. Idiot. I can't believe I've just snuck out from my boyfriend's house to go somewhere with the boy who I lost my v-card to, without even telling him. He could wake up at any time and notice i'm gone. Then what would I say? 'Oh I just popped out to go-

"Wait-Where are we even going?" I asked.

"I don't know" He told me truthfully.

"You don't know?" I asked him, confused.

"I didn't plan this far ahead. I didn't think you'd even come out" He confessed.

"Oh" I answered, and continued to stare out my window.

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"Sam! What are you doing?!" I hissed, frantically.

"What do you think?" He grinned at me as he prised open the back door of a building that a party was clearly going on inside.

"It's a private yacht club party!" I whisper-yelled as I noticed the sign hung up outside.

"So? Come on!" He replied with that oh-so-famous grin of his as he walked inside.

My mind ticked over-time as I thought to myself whether I should go in or not. Your not seriously having second thought's about this?! Hey! He's just left me stranded out here all on my own! Anything could happen to me! Before I could think anymore I pulled open the heavy door and made my way inside the crowded and loud hall. Crap. Crap. Crap! Where's Sam?! How could he have just left me like this? I walked deeper inside the stampede of people feeling self-conscious that everyone was staring at me. Yes, I'm aware I'm not as dressed up as everyone else. Yes, I'm aware I probably look awful because my hair is a wavy mess. Yes, I'm aware I probably look dead because of the lack of makeup. Oh and no, I'm not invited to this private yacht club party but don't blame me. Sam Chase abondend me in here and obviously I didn't want to stay outside on my own. Some drunk men could of easily dragged me down an alley and done horrible stuff to me or a bunch of catty girl's could of clawed me to death with their sharp, fake nails-

"Boo!" Sam shouted, jumping in front of my face out of no where.

"SAM! You've seriously gotta stop scaring me like that! I'm a very jumpy person you know..." I explained, looking unimpressed as he clutched his stomach laughing. I love how he find's my annoyance funny to him because I don't.

My mood suddenly changed noticing what song had just came on. Sam intwined our hands and led me onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck.