He's Not Yours, He's Mine

Chapter 2: The Text

"Do you think Sam will text me?" Savannah said with a worried tone on the way to Emma's house.

"Stop worrying, of course he will. I mean, what guy wouldn't text a girl as beautiful as you," Emma comforted her.

"Alright, I'm starting to get some lesbian vibes from you, Emma," Savannah giggled.

"Shut the fuck up."

As they approached Emma's driveway, Savannah started to unbuckle and get her things ready to hop out of the car and into the doorway. Once they walked in, Emma's mother greeted them nicely, asked how their day was, and finally the two headed up to Emma's room to get started on their homework.

Emma's house was beautiful, but especially her room. Her bedroom filled with a king size bed covered in the softest and cutest pillows, a black and white comforter, and an entire wall covered in posters of her favorite celebrities.

"If you ever wanna fuck a guy in here you should probably take that poster wall down," Savannah insisted, "I mean do you really want your future lover to be staring into the eyes of Harry Styles when he sticks it in for the first time? Talk about romantic!" she finished sarcastically.

"I'll ask Sam and see what he thinks and then decide if I'm gonna take it down because we all know that guy will be him," Emma smirked arrogantly at Savannah.

Time passed on, along with gossip about Ruth Rabideaux, the meanest yet prettiest girl in the entire proximity of West Ridge. "She's pretty now, but imagine when all the weed and alcohol catches up with her," Emma pointed out. Savannah nodded in agreement and then went on to finish the math problem she had been working on for the past 20 or more minutes.

All of the sudden, Savannah's phone buzzed from Emma's night stand. "Umm, text from a random number," Emma said nervously as she handed the phone to Savannah.

"Oh my god," Savannah said as her eyes glazed over her screen, "Sam says hey... with a smiley face." she replied with the biggest grin possible and set her phone back down next to her notebook in hopes of a text back as soon as possible. Sam took almost five minutes to reply to each text which worried Savannah but Emma insisted it was because he was thinking of the right thing to say.

"He so likes..." Emma was cut off by the buzzing of her phone too, "what the hell, it's a text from Sam."

"What? What did he say?" Savannah hissed, "how does he even have your number?"

"I don't even know. I'll ask." Five minutes later, a text from Sam showed up saying he had got her number from a friend.

"First of all: which friend? And second of all: why?" Savannah said softly with a tint of jealousy hidden behind her words.

"I don't know, he probably likes me," Emma joked as Savannah rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. "You guys aren't even dating. Why is this even making you so mad?"

"Because I just thought that maybe he liked me. That maybe I was the only girl on his mind." Emma sat there, shrugged her shoulders, and they went on to finish their homework in as few words exchanged as possible.