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(Sam's POV)
"Sammy Wammy." I heard a faint whisper go through my ear. Those disgusting words stayed locked, but I tried to ignore them becuase I was comfortably laying against a blanket in Brent' s truck.
"Sammy Wammy." The whisper gets louder and slower. I just want to sleep, it's been along night. A long night of happiness
"Sammy Wammy." Shut up and stop calling me that. I tired to slam my head against the blankets to tell him I'm tired and don't want to wake up.
Sammy Wa-" I slapped Brent softly on his arm. At least I think it was. It's tiny and had some sort of fabric around it. Last thing I new Brent didn't have a shirt on.
"Don't call me that." I mumbled and moved around trying to go back to sleep. I swear if he calls me that again I'm going to punch him.
"Don't slap me." The whisper was clear. Clear enough to find out that wasn't Brent's voice.
I opened my eyes quickly, the sun shined in my face. It's morning? I widen my eyes and saw the light came through a window. I looked around the window and saw beige curtains flowing through the cool air that was coming in. I saw a big picture on the wall of a bright white daisy that I took for a photo draw and ended up winning 3rd place. I was in my room?
I turned around to see who was talking to me. I was so confused. I was in Brent's truck leaning my head on a blanket and now here I am on my bed waking up wanting to see who was talking to me.
Aunt Maggie?
What!?!?
(Brent's POV last night)
Sam fell asleep once I stuffed the blankets with her. I should've put them in the trunk of my truck. Oops.
I still can't get the fact straight of what happened tonight. Wow. I'm still a little confused myself. First it was like we're kissing this is good, got her top off and it went down hill from there. She yelled about her period. Trust me I totally forgot about that. I was to in the mood to remember things. Then it went from her to me using her. I would never use her. I'm not stupid that's rude and selfish. Okay maybe it happened with a couple other girls, but she different. She's to sweet to use. I will say this, I did have thoughts on it, but BEFORE I came to pick her up to come to this picnic.
Ok where was I. We were kissing, got her top and shorts off, she yelled, oh yeah she cried, I yelled at her. I felt so bad, I don't like making a girl cry. I should be used to it, but she's Sam the girl I'm crazy for. I know I'm saying it again, but it's driving me nuts. We only met less then a week ago. When I mean 'met' I mean like get to know the real Sam, not the one I see walking around school. But it's driving me crazy. I can't believe I fell for a girl this soon. Like actually fall in love. I know for Courtney we ended up dating soon. She was hot and all and popular, but I don't like those kind of girls. I like the shy yet wild side, like Sam. I know your thinking why I dated Courtney then. Well I did LIKE her, but mostly because I was new and I certainty didn't want to be an outcast. So yeah, in a flash I was the schools 'heartthrob'. It was great and all, but things got out of hand with Courtney. I still was popular when we broke up, which was great. Everything stayed the same, except Courtney spreading lots of stuff about me. It was cool. I was just glad I was free from the clingy Courtney.
Off track, back to Sam. Okay I made he cry, then I moved over, but that's when I noticed it, her shoulder. It was bruised and marked. She didn't have it when we went to the waterpark. I tried asking her, but she didn't want to talk about it. Then I tried to comfort her, by kissing her shoulder. I know it sounds stupid, but what can I say, I tried to make her feel better. Which worked, she laughed, then I laughed, I continued kissing her body, but I ended up hurting her. So I stopped, I ended up staring straight into her eyes. I got lost. I couldn't look away, she was so beautiful. But she told me to look away so she could change. I don't know why she asked, she was wearing her bra. I've seen her in it before. But whatever I looked away. I was going to turn around, but she asked that same question again. ' Are you using me?' Of course I wasn't.
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My Teen Life
Teen Fiction17 year old Samantha Brown (Sammy or Sam for short) was having the best summer of her life. She finally got the boy of her dreams; Brent Foster, the most know guy at school. Little does she know that there's trouble on the way. It could be her over...