glee love

Chapter 38

Sam's POV:

I stare at my phone and read through my text one more time before hitting send. I bite my lip, and hope she says yes.

I mean, she said yes last time. Hopefully she hasn't changed her mind about me.

But what if Santana is with her?

No, Sam. Stop worrying.

I take a deep breath, and my phone buzzes. I look at the screen and see that it's from Brittany.

'Ya! Wat time + were r we going?' I smile. 

'How about 5, and we can go to the fair?' 

I sit down on my couch, and wait for her to respond.

'Ok! Pik me up wen u get heer!'

I laugh at her spelling, and close my eyes.

It's two right now, so that means I have one... no. Two... nope. Three hours until I need to pick her up.

I put on a white shirt, with skinny jeans on the bottom. I then text Brittany.

'Dress in casual clothes. Btw it might get cold.' 

I then put my phone down on the marble counter and fix my hair. I add a little gel to my hands, then use that to make my hair stick up. I used to love looking like Justin Bieber, but that lasted a short amount of time. Now I like my hair a little shorter, and sticking up in the front.

I mean, that too is a Justin Bieber style. But I'm pretty sure this is cooler. I slide on my Vans and grab my keys and phone. I look in the jar where I hide my extra money, and take a fifty dollar bill, just in case.

I walk out the door, and look at the time. One hour left. It takes twenty minutes to get to Brittany's house, so one hour minus twenty minutes is...

I turn on my phone and open up my calculator app. Also known as the app I use whenever I want to cheat on a test.

 I put in the numbers, and realize I have three thousand and seventy two minutes left.

Yeah, that's probably not right.

I put the numbers in again, and this time I get 40.  I have fourty minutes until I should leave to pick up Brittany.

I take a bag of chips from the cabinet, and open it. I reach my hand inside, but stop myself from grabbing a chip. 

Don't eat the chip. 

Why not? One chip can't hurt.

Because you're just gonna eat another and another. But the bag down.

I roll my eyes, and put the now opened bag, back into the cabinet.

I lift up my shirt, checking that my abs are still there.

I smile, knowing that one day, my abs will be shown on a billboard. Possibly in Times Square, and it'll be an ad for underwear. I pretty much have my future planned out. I'm going to be an extremely hot model.

Then, I will use the millions of dollars that I make as a model to buy a private island. I'll only let my family and Brittany go there.

And maybe Finn. If he's lucky.

My phone buzzes, and I see that it's a text from Brittany.

'My phone says its gunna rain. What shud we do?'