THAT GIRL.

Five.

SECOND DAY AFTERNOON

It seemed to me that time dragged on, I checked my phone about every 5 minutes, finally I realized I had to do something until Carly got out of school. I headed to my room, and turned on my xbox. Figuring some shooting in MW3 would get my mind off of Samantha. Ugh she was a major pain in the ass today. I hope she did cry, maybe then she'd realize I was just trying to be nice to her, and wake her up from her permanent daydream.

"BAM!" I yelled at the screen, getting another headshot. I was actually doing good today.

Just then my phone buzzed, and I glaced at the time. Damn. School had gotten out 15 minutes ago, and Carly was probably almost here.

I jumped up and turned off the xbox, shoving all my dirty clothes into the back of my closet, throwing my blankets on the bed, and spraying some of my colonge in the air. Finally my room looked ready to be destoryed, and I didn't even break a sweat, sweet. I was pretty proud of myself.

Remembering my phone I opened up the message.

"Why'd u go apeshit in photo clss?! I herd Sam cried?!" Brody had somehow found out about Samantha's little break down. I guess gossip travels pretty fast in our highschool nowadays.

"she=no frnd bitch. idc if she cried." I txted back quickly then hit the new message button.

"bbe, wru? ;-)" I sent to Carly, and hoped she didn't get into a crash trying to answer. It would just perfectly end my already messed up day.

Within seconds I got a response, so I kinda prayed to God for making her safe. Even though on the religion scale I'm about a negative ten.

"almost there, hope u ready bby! ;-)" I grinned at the response, finally some good news.

I headed downstairs, and as soon as I got to the front door and opened it, she was there, getting out of her car. I couldn't help but admire her tan body, and the fact that she was wearing short shorts, and a very tight t-shirt. I'm guessing she did that to show off her smaller than average boobs. Oh well, she was a cheerleader... I stopped checking her out as she walked up the steps, and I grinned.

Then she decided she had to plant her lips on mine, quickly I ushered her inside, so the neighbors wouldn't freak out on me. After shutting the door, I basically carried her to my room.

Then I did what I did best... And got what I wanted.

After I was finished my business, she said she was tired, smiling at the compliment I headed to the kitchen. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I opened up the new text message.

"You ever hurt Samantha again. You'll regret it." It was from an unknown number. I didn't even think that was possible with texting. I re-read what the person said and started getting upset. She was the bitch, not me.

"Y u think u so tuff? She ain't even gr8 looking!" I texted back, I figured she had some kind of guy friend that was willing to get himself beat up by the whole football team. What an idiot! My phone buzzed again.

"Dude, learn how to spell. And so what? No one gets to hurt her, except me. That's all. Goodbye Jason." Holy hell, this guy knew my name.

Sighing I just shoved my phone in my pockets as I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, I'd deal with this later.

"Hey baby, whatcha doing?" Carly purred, but honestly it was the dumbest sound I've ever heard. I had to fake choke to hide my laughing.

"Nothing, but I gotta go to work, so do you mind leaving?" I said, grinning at her messed up hair.

"Uh, sure yeah. We gonna hangout again soon?" She questioned as she grabbed her bag by the door.

"Of course." I answered, silently telling myself to never text her again, because she was already getting clingy, just by taking a nap in my bed.

She smiled, walked over and kissed me on the cheek, then left.

"Thank god that hoes gone." I said to myself after locking the door, and then heading to my room to play some more xbox.