Just Good Friends

Chapter 12

SAM's POV

After Diggy left me to go to the dance, I had gone down the stairs and out the door and back into my car. I can't believe he would really leave me for a chick he just met when he KNEW that we had made plans already. Every Friday is Bestie Day! I'm so mad right now I can't even think straight! 

Once I get in my car, I began mumbling horrid comments under my breath about Diggy and Julie; the cars that passed by probably thought I was crazy since I was talking to no one. After a few beatings on my steering wheel and a huge sigh, I finally gathered myself together and took out my phone from my pants pocket. I texted my mom that me and Diggy were going to go riding around the city and that I'll be home at around 8:00 tonight. Not waiting for her reply, I went to my contacts and scrolled down the list of names until I saw 'Chris Travis'. I touched his name then sent him a text that said:

ME: Is it too late to accept your offer about BBQ?

He replied back within a few seconds: 

CHRIS: Nope, why?

ME: I got nothing to do tonight... so might as well eat.

CHRIS: If that's an excuse to hang with me then I'll accept :)

ME: Don't feel yourself too much. I had other plans but now I don't so R we eating or not? Pick me up in front of the Mini Mart on North WestBranch St.

CHRIS: Okay pretty lady. See ya then shawty

Cool, it was all set. Hopefully Mrs. Justine will think that I left with Diggy and my mom should trust me even though I lied to her in my text. Technically, it was only half a lie -- I'm still going out, just not with Diggy. I stuffed my phone, car keys, and wallet into my baggy sweatpants and got out of my car. I better start walking toward North WestBranch Street to meet up with Chris.

***

I see a black mustang pull up to the curb in front of Mini Mart. The driver honks at me and rolls down the window.

"Hey, Sam! Get in," he says.

I open the passenger door and slide in the vehicle. I close the door and look over at Chris who is sitting with a smirk on his face.

"What?" I say

"Nothing. Let's get this party started," he says as he speeds away from the curb.

Minutes later, we're in downtown Manhattan trying to find a parking spot in this small lot behind an unfamiliar building. It's getting a bit dark outside and it's barely 6 o'clock. As we step out of the car, the bitter cold hits my face making me shiver. Chris notices and puts his arm around me.

"Come on, let's hurry inside," he says.

We run around the building to the front and he opens the door for me. Inside the restaurant, I notice the crowds of people sitting at tables -- most of them look like high schoolers wearing their homecoming dance attire -- and notice the sign by the door.

"'Welcome to Big Daddy's BBQ. Make yourself at home.'" I recite out loud.

"Yup. It's tight, right?"

"Uh, looks like a normal restaurant to me..." I say, looking around.

"Wait until you taste the food. Follow me. I'm gonna get us some seats."

As Chris leads me through the crowded place, a few people that were standing in the long line shot evil glares at us because we weren't waiting in the back of the line. I love food and all, but is it really that serious? One of the waiters nodded a 'wassup' to Chris as we passed by. We finally made it to an office near the back of the restaurant that said 'Big Daddy' on the door. Chris knocks twice and opens the door leading us both inside. Sitting at a computer desk was a large man writing something on a piece of paper.