Love Me Again (ODA Sequel)

Chapter 8

"I can't belive you did that," Samantha exclaimed, shocked.

I pulled my hair to the side, nervously.

"I was shocked! I didn't know what to do!" I defended myself.

She laughed at my defence.

"Okay, so explain to me what happened with detail," she suggested.

I nodded my head, "So we got bored at the party and decided to leave- wait, pause! Were you drunk?" I asked.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"At the party," I say.

She shook her head. My eyes grew wide.

"So you know who you were swapping saliva with?" I asked, cautiously.

Her cheeks heated up. She pulled her blond hair behind her ear.

"Oh, did you happen to be there?" She stuttered.

"Sam, we were both invited," I frowned.

"And...what did you see?" She asked, slowly.

"Uh, Drew's giraffe-neck-like tongue down your throat!" I exclaimed.

She held her head down, and laughed.

"So, what were you doing?" I questioned.

"Rewind, you swapped saliva with Neymar!" She defended.

"Uh, it was a little peck, like, barley touching!" I exclaimed.

That was a lie.

She crossed her arms, and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Okay...maybe a bit tongue here and there..." I added.

She smirked, victoriously.

"But yours was just rated R!" I exclaimed.

She raised her hands up, "Okay, I agree it wasn't, erm, PG,"

"It wasn't even PG-13," I frowned.

"Okay, okay, but it was...something else," she smiled, shyly.

"Did you guys...?" I asked.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"You know, have sex?" I repeated.

She lifted her hands up.

"No, of course not! It was just a make-out on the table, and dancing," she explained.

"Oh okay," I smiled. "But you guys are a thing?"

"I think," she answered.

"Girl, I can call him right now, and tell him to get his lazy ass up and ask you out and take you to freaking Paris, and make you guys have!-"

"Calm down! I want this to happen slowly," she interrupted.

"Okay, I'm good with slow," I smiled.

I am not good with slow.

"Slow as in, tomorrow?" I asked.

"Slow as in whenever he asks me," she said.

"Fine," I sighed.

She put her hand on my shoulder, and squeezed it gently.

"Thanks for reacting positively," she smiled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know, usually you start asking questions, then you start yelling, then get emotional and cry, and then you get really angry," she explained.