**girl in picture is Becca

SAM's POV

~Later that night~

After school, my homies Becca, Khalil, Diggy and I went to Johnny Rockets to eat dinner. This is Diggy's favorite place to eat mostly because he loves their hamburgers. We come here maybe once a week... at Dig's request of course.

"So you'll have a double cheeseburger with extra pickles, onions, tomatoes and mustard, with a side of fries, and a large chocolate milkshake?" The waiter asked Diggy.

"Yep."

"Alright, I'll be out with all of your orders," the waiter grabbed our menus on his way out.

"I still can't believe how much you guys eat," Becca said, sipping on her glass of water.

"I still can't believe how little you eat," Khalil said, gulping down his Dr. Pepper the waiter brought him earlier.

"Yeah, girl, how's that diet going for you?" I ask.

"It's good actually. I'm losing like 5 pounds a day!"

"And you're happy about that because?"

"What, you trying to slim down from size 5 to a size toothpick?" Khalil laughs at his own joke.

Becca rolls her eyes at him. "No. It's called staying in shape for cheerleading."

"I still don't get why you cheerleaders have to do these crazy diets just to stay on the team," Diggy commented.

"It's not just to stay on the team, it's so we can be physically fit to do our routines and not break out with pimples by eating greasy foods like hamburgers."

"A hamburger a day keeps the doctor away though..." Diggy smirks.

"Not really, Diggy. You're on the b-ball team; the coach doesn't even like you guys eating that anyway," Becca protests.

"Well, the coach isn't here is he?" I say. "While you're starving yourself, we're gonna stuff our faces until we puke mountains of gold!"

Becca rolls her eyes at me and I smile at her. I love picking on my friend.

"The ironic thing is that you're skinny but you still got a nice-- uhh... uhh..." Khalil started before his voice trailed off. He looked nervous.

"Yes, Khalil?" Becca asked, curious.

"...You have a nice pair of shoes..." 

Oh boy, he's pathetic.

"Mhmm..."

~After the food arrives~

I decide to grill my bestie about Julie.

"So... Daniel..." I begin.

"Whoa. Sam, you never call me that," Diggy puts down his burger, "What's going on?"

"Oh, be calm. How was your day today?" I ask with a grin.

"It was good. What do you want?" He asks with suspicion in his voice.

"That's swaggy. Did you enjoy basketball practice?"

"Um, yeah... what do you want?"

I ignore him and continue.

"That's awesome, bro! Uh, what about Spanish? Are you struggling with anything or distracted by anything... or anyone in particular that you wanna share--?"

"Sam. Just ask me about Julie already." 

Dang, my friend is good.

"Alright... please tell me you don't like her."

"Sam, she seems like cool peeps. I mean I can't lie, she's gorgeous and smart. And caring. And a really good dancer, too."

"How do you know she's a good dancer?"

"I saw her the other day when they had cheerleading auditions. She got mad moves, man," Diggy says, while picking up his burger and taking a huge bite. I sighed.

"You know what they say, Dig, dancers got the BEST moves, and that's not only on dancefloors..." Khalil and Diggy both chuckle. Me and Becca roll our eyes. I'm surprised our eyes haven't fallen out yet.

"You guys disgust me," Becca says.

"So anyway, what did you guys talk about during class?"

"Dang, Sam, you on stalker mode or something?" Diggy replies.

"Look, Dig, I'm trying to protect you from her evil spell" I stuff a french fry in my mouth.

"What 'evil spell'"?

"The spell of the easy girls!"

"Don't say that about her; you don't even know her."

"YOU don't even know her. I'm telling you, she has something up her sleeve -- plus she's annoying. She was flirting with all the guys in gym class, including Chris's stupid butt..."

"Here we go again..." Becca sighs.

"And y'all better get ya boy Chris. He called me out of my name and I was that close to slapping him into another country," I said, while rolling my neck. I can't stand him.

"What he do? I don't believe Chris would call you out your name."

"Well, he did. He was blabbering about what he thought about me, and he said I was rude or some stupid stuff. He had the nerve to talk to me like he knew me. I swear y'all better check your friend."

"Why didn't you slap him? Usually you're meaner..." Khalil told me.

"Oh, thanks a lot," I roll my eyes, "I can't slap him. He's not worth it. Plus, I don't wanna go to jail for murder or anything."

"Since when do you let jail stop you?" Diggy laughs. "I remember last year, some guy called you out of your name, and you punched him in the face. You got suspended for three days."

"So? That was a year ago. I've changed... I'm a better person, Daniel," I say.

Khalil and Diggy bust out laughing.

"You know, the real reason she didn't punch him or cuss him out or anything is because she has a crush on Chris," Becca told them.

"What are you talking about Becca? I CAN'T STAND HIM. Why do you think I'm complaining about him right now?"

"Ohhh," Daniel began, Yeah, she's in denial. That makes sense! So wait, if you like him why are you talking so much about it? As a guy, we'd already be all over that girl."

"Yeah, you better ask him now before somebody else does," Khalil said.

"I'm gonna tell you guys for the last time that I don't like him!" After that statement I finished eating my food and ignored my friends. They are just annoying me to the max today. I'm done talking, which is a surprise for me.

For a few minutes, we ate in awkward silence. I could feel bad because I ruined a could've been happy night, but It's not my fault my friends won't stop. Diggy's phone vibrated on the table. He picked it up and looked at the screen. I don't know if he looked surprised or happy... he stared at his phone and was texting somebody. I ate the last fry on my plate when Diggy got up from the table.

"Hey guys, I gotta go..." He said all of a sudden.

"Where you going?" Khalil asked him.

"Uh... I gotta go study for this Spanish test tomorrow." 

I looked at him. "Oh... well can't that wait? I mean it's just 6 o'clock."

"I know. Look, I would stay but I don't wanna hold up my study partner," Diggy says, seeming very eager to leave.

"Just let him go. The boy needs all the studying he can get," Becca said.

"Um, actually he's getting an A in Spanish so I think he'll be aight," I start. "Your study buddy can wait." I eyeball him and cross my arms. I have an idea who this 'buddy' might be...

Diggy sighs and says, "Sam, stop acting like my mother. Look, Julie just texted me and asked if I could come over to study since we're partners. We have our presentation tomorrow and I don't wanna fail."

"This is the first time you've ever thought about studying for any test, Dig, let alone have a study buddy."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you don't need to study with Julie."

"Okay, well, I'm going to. So I'll catch y'all tomorrow... bye Khalil, bye Becca."

"Bye." Becca and Khalil say. Diggy walks out of the restaurant.

"Dang, Sam. Why you gotta be so hard on your boy? You act like you're his mother sometimes..." Becca told me. 

"I don't care. I'm tired. Let's go now," I say, rising from my seat and charging for the door. This whole day was filled with unnecessary drama.

***

DIGGY's POV

I walked out of the restaurant and hopped in my black Lamborghini. I turned on the engine, put it in drive, and started off toward Julie's house. She actually texted me her address to her house. I was a little surprised, but whatever. So I'm driving toward her house...

I can't believe Sam got so overdramatic. It's just studying. She acts like something freaky is gonna happen, which won't because I don't get down like that at all. I don't know why Sam is trippin'. Psh. Girls.

I pull up to the curb at Julie's house. I get out of my car and stand there in awe looking at her massive house. This girl must be rich! Her house looks fit for the Queen of England! It stands about three stories high with a huge yard in the front and a four car garage... I could get used to this. I walk up the long driveway to her front door. I ring the doorbell and ten seconds later somebody opens the door.

"Hello." A middle-aged Caucasian woman says.

"Hi. I'm Daniel Simmons... a friend of Julie. I'm here to study?"

"Oh, Daniel! Come in!" She invites me in and I step on the blue carpet into the living room. "Julie has talked about you. Good things of course."

"Oh, haha. Cool." I say. This must be her mom.

"Oh, pardon me. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Teresa Martinez, Julie's mother." I shook her hand as she smiled really big.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Martinez."

"You're a nice gentleman. I can't wait until you're part of this family."

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Julie ran down the stairs, said a short hello to her mom, grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs. We went into her bedroom and she quickly shut her door.

"Whoo! Sorry about my mom. Did I snatch you away before she said anything embarrassing?" Julie asked me. She had a worried expression on her face.

"Haha, you're good. She was just telling me that you talk about me a lot... you like me that much huh?" I said, smirking.

"Well, you are irresistible," she said, laughing a little. "Anyways, you want some water or chips or anything? I brought some snacks up to my room in case we got hungry."

"Uh, I'm good for now," I say, looking around her room. "You have a huge house."

"Oh, thanks. That's what you get for having parents that manage huge businesses..." She laughs a little, then walks over to her desk where some snacks are.

"It's really nice. Do you ever get lonely with all this space in your house?" I ask her, sitting on her bed.

"Nah. It's good for parties..." She winked at me.

"Oh, that's how you get down? I never pictured you as the party type," I chuckle.

"That's because you don't really know me," she walked over with two bags of potato chips and two water bottles and plopped down on the bed beside me. "You sure you don't want anything?" She said as she offered me the snacks. I took them from her and said thanks.

"So, Julie Martinez, since I don't really know you, let's get to know each other."

"Okay. What do you wanna know?" She grins.

"...What's your favorite food?"

"I like lobster, caviar, shrimp, herb potatoes, and salads."

"Wow. Somewhat of an expensive taste... you like salad though?" I asked her in disgust.

"Yeah! My mom wants me to eat healthy, so she makes these fancy salads every night for us to eat with our main course. Why? You don't like vegetables?"

"I'm a meat eater. Salads are okay, but I like steak, hamburgers, ribs, tacos -- stuff like that."

"Cool. Either way, sounds delish." She drank some of her water. I couldn't help but stare at her -- she's so beautiful.

After a little small talk and finishing our snacks. We started to study for Spanish.

***

"That was pretty good! We should be fine for tomorrow's test," Julie said.

"Yeah. I have to admit, Spanish isn't the easiest language. You seem to get the hang of it pretty easy though," I say.

"Yeah, it's not too bad. You can always use it in the future."

"I guess. Not too many people go around randomly talking Spanish though."

"That's false. Who knows, maybe you're on, like, a national basketball team or at the Olympics and you're playing against a guy that's Hispanic who doesn't know English. Then, because you know Spanish, you can communicate with him!"

"Eh, that might happen. But I doubt it." I stretch and chuckle a little.

"Well, you know they say Spanish is the language of love. Maybe you can use it on your girlfriend," she says giggling.

I chuckle also. "I would if I had a girlfriend."

Her mouth drops. "You don't have a girlfriend? You're kidding right?!"

"No... are you surprised?"

"Yes! You're the most popular guy in school AND really cute!"

"So... you think I'm cute?" I bite my lip and give her my sexy eye.

She rolls her eyes and smiles. "Don't get too happy. I mean, I'm surprised you haven't copped someone yet."

"Well, maybe I'm still looking for that perfect girl..."

She smiles at me. I smile back.

"Does Chris Travis have a girlfriend?" She asks, getting up off the bed.

"No... why?" I follow her.

"No reason."

We walk out of her room and eventually outside to her front porch. Is she gonna walk me to my car? Should I hug her? I don't wanna seem too forward or anything. I mean... we're just friends. Dang, it's chilly outside. I wonder what time it--

"I had fun tonight. See you in the morning, Daniel."

She kisses my cheek and walks into her house, leaving me on her porch.

Hmm... Diggy, you still got it dawg.

I smile to myself and walk back down the long driveway to my car. I could get used to this.

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