I just need to deal with it

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~~~ I feel really bad that I didn't uploaded a new part in 3 moths probably, I don't know actually. However here is a new part I hope I will be uploading  new parts every Monday or Tuesday. So for now, I hope you'll enjoy ~~~~~~

*TARA POV*

''Well I had to pee and you took so long to open the door that I....'' Sam said sarcastically.

'' OMG YOU'RE SAM POTTORFF. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE IN MY FRONT YARD. OMG IS THIS REAL'' Ashley screamed.

''Okay Ash, calm down. How about you invite us in your house and show Sam the bathroom'' I smirked and winked at Sam.

WHY DID I WINKED AT HIM WHAT THE HECK.

After Ashley showed us her house and showed Sam where the bathroom was, because he really had to pee.  Ashley and I headed to the living room.

''So Tara, you and Sam were behind the bushes uh ?'' Ashley said strangely.

I could feel my cheeks going red.''It's not what you think, Ashley, stop it. You dirty minded girl''. We laughed.

'' But Tara, how did you meet him?'' Asks Ashley suddenly with a serious voice.

''Look, I was doing my homework and suddenly he was standing in my garden. After he climbed up to my balcony, he told me that he is my neighbour-- ''

''Tara, are you serious .... HE IS YOUR NEIGHBOUR. OMG CAN I HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH YOU THAT WILL LAST FOREVER.

''Hey, you like Kian not Sam, besides we had decided that Sam's mine. But Ashley there is more to the story I'm not done yet''

''Alright...Alright go on with your story.'' Ashley said with excitement.

'' So when I was talking about you, I realized what you told me in Taco Bell, which is the best fast food restaurant I've ever been to...'' I said while being interupted.

''TARA GO ON WITH YOUR STORY.'' Ashley said frustrated

''ALRIGHT... so when I was about to leave the place where I stood, don't ask why, but I grabbed his hand... we looked at eachother and this feeling inside me was so bubbly. I litteraly was flying on cloud 9 and then he took away his hand and ...''

''YOU GRABBED HIS HAND !!! GURLL...'' she whispered really loud.

LET ME FINISH MY FREAKING STORY GURL I thought while getting interpupted by her again.

I ignored her and continued telling my story. '' but Ash don't get too excited, when he had taken away his hand, he told me this wasn't right that he is with Mackenzie now. That's when I fell from cloud 9 and was laying on the cold hard ground, it felt like someone stabbed me in my heart. So yeah, right now I don't know where we are standing... I guess we are just friends and I should deal with that.''

''So, about what are the ladies gossiping'' I turned my head and I saw Sam standing there. Shit what if he heard our little conversation. If he did I'm probably dead.''

''Oh nothing'' I said timidly.

''Actually we were talking about the extremely good-looking boy Tara met at Taco Bell, his name is Damon.'' I gave Ashley the what-the-fuck look and she understood it.

Then I looked at Sam and I could see his curious face changing and I could tell he wasn't interested anymore. ''Oh, great for you.'' Sam said without even looking at me. '' Thanks'' I said politely. I could feel the awkward atmosphere around Sam and me.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea telling Ashley about what happened between Sam and me. When I went back home, it was super awkward between me and Sam. All the way home we have not spoken to each other nor looked each other in the eyes.

When we arrived at our houses.''It was amazing meeting you Sam...'' Yeaah, it was great meeting you too.'' he said. When I was about to give him a hug, ,because that's  what I'm used to do back in Holland, he dodged my hug and just waved me goodbye and left.

WHY AM I SO AWKWARD UURGH. I HATE HOW GOOFY I ACT AROUND BOYS I REALLY LIKE.

I walked with a bent back to the front door looking for my keys. Untill I felt a note in my pocket. '' Hey, pretty girl. Text me. Damon'' it said. Probably I did not feel that Damon put a note in my pocket, while I was telling Ashley how I bumped into Sam. Ah well, I could give it a try, right?

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