Author's Note: this chapter is going to be really back and forth. Hope that doesn't annoy. (:

When practice finally ended, I snuck into Ms. Laura's office and grabbed her face wash, her 2005 Seattle Tornado Tournament tee shirt, and a couple of hair ties. I walked into the bathroom, pulling of my sweaty tie-dye shirt in the process. I slipped it into the waist band of my red shorts and threw on Ms. Laura's. I combed my hair with my fingers and threw it up in an off-balance side-of-my-head ponytail. I squeezed some face soap in the palm of my hand and scrubbed my face. Shit, that felt good! I rinsed my face and took one last look in the mirror.

My cheeks were red from scrubbing. My eyes were huge and bulging out my head. My hands were shaking and I was breathing heavily, my chest moving in and out at an alarming rate. Jesus Christ, I'm so fucked.

I pulled my shirt out of my waistband and threw it over my shoulder. Let's do this mother fucker.

"Benson! Ass. Here. Now." I sigh and walk over to Taft. Please don't make me sprint, please mother of god, no sprints, no sprints.

"What, Taft?" I walk over and he flicks my head

"Why did Gibby beat you today in warm ups?" I rub the back of my head.

"He distracted me," I cringe at my lame excuse and back up a little, afraid of another head-flick.

"Gibby is always distracting, Benson! It's never bothered you before, you pussy!"

"It was something he said…" I cringe once again. I'm going to get my ass beaten.

"Was it about that girl who made you wet yourself?" How the fuck did he find out?!

"Umm…. Yeah…."

"Oh. She sounds like a good time." He puts his hands in his pockets, "I approve."

"Umm… Thanks, Taft."

"You're welcome," He points to the far side of our court, "Now do twenty line sprints. And when you're done, you can clean up."

God damn it.

I throw my backpack in the back of my Chevy, along with my fencing bag and my purse. I really need to clean in here. The floor is littered with pre-wrap, Groovy Smoothie cups, and Taco Bell wrappers. Whoops.

I peer at the clock. It's 4:15. Where is he? I sigh and shrink into my seat. I turn the radio on and change it to my favorite classic rock station. I always feel like I have to listen to classic rock when I'm driving. It really completes the whole Chevy thing.

Before I know it, my eye lids are getting heavy and my muscles begin to relax. A quick nap wouldn't do any harm…

After I finally cleaned up all the practice equipment, I ran to the locker room. Sam's going to fucking kill me. She'll never let me have sex with her now. Wow, when did I become such a dick? Geez…

I took off my shorts and tee-shirt and threw them in my locker. I changed back into my jeans and grabbed my polo shirt. I didn't bother putting it on, I'm going to go home and shower anyway. I grabbed my backpack and locked my locker.

I stood in a huge doorway It was white. Blindingly white. I shaded my eyes with my hand and took a step in. There was nothing there. Only a small blue book. I opened it. Tons, and thousands of hand-written words. The pages started flipping and I dropped the book. "Sam!" "Sam!" a high pitched, sing-song voice called my name. I ignored it. What was in that book?

I enter the parking lot and search it for Sam's Chevy. I spot it in the left hand corner and start walking towards it. As I get closer, I can hear The Rolling Stones playing from her car. I can't get no... no, I can't get no.... satisfaction.... Once I arrived at the car, I threw my backpack and fencing stuff in the back. I opened the door and plopped myself into the seat. I glance over at Sam, who I just realized is completely asleep.

"Sam..." I poke her belly. She twitches and pushes my hand away. I poke her again. She grabs my hand and pulls on it, without even stirring in her sleep. I try to pull my hand away, but her tight grip only got tighter. I use my other hand to try to release her grasp. Total Failure.

I turned up the music, ACDC, in hopes of it waking her up. You Shook Me All Night Long pounded in my ears, but went unnoticed by Sam. What the fuck?

I walk further into the seemingly endless room. I must have dropped the book on the other side of the world. Where the hell did it go? This time a deeper, questioning voice called my name. I liked this voice. Suddenly the book was in front of me. I reached down to get it but, my arms weren't long enough. The book turned orange and ACDC started playing. Everything went black.

"Freddie..." I opened my eyes and rubbed the crusties out of my eyes, "Dude, where's my book?"

He knitted his eyebrows together, "Book?" I shook my head.

"Never mind," I look down at my hands and then up at Freddie, "Why are you half naked, and holding my hand?"

He looked down, and smiled. It wasn't his usual toothy smile, it was a 'I hate myself' smile. That one where you close your eyes and shake your head, and the corners of your lips turn up slightly.

"It's cause I want you, Sam."

I blink a couple times and search his face for a pre-laughter face twitch or a just kidding eye contact. I see none.

"Huh?"

He sighs and stares at me again, for the third time today. I want to say it's getting old, but it's not. At all.

"I want you. I want you now. I want to have sex with you, in this car, right now." My mind gets fuzzy and I try to form sentences, failing miserably until I come out with this gem.

"Why?" Good question, dipshit.

He chucked and answered, "Well, I'm half-undressed and we're both already sweaty..."

... Douche bag.

"Seriously, Fred-weird," I shift myself in the seat so I can face him without straining my neck, "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, " You turn me on I guess." He catches a glance at my face and smiles the same smile as before. "And I know I turn you on, too."

End of discussion.

I pressed my lips to hers and fire shot through my veins. Her lips were warm and inviting and I couldn't seem to pull away. I pull her on top of me and twist her long curls around my finger and put my other hand on the small of her back. She ran her hands through my hair and pushed her tongue through my lips. I fiddled with the chair-reclining lever until the seat was horizontal. This is so much better.

"That needs to come off now." I gesture to her tee shirt and she smirks. In a matter of seconds, our clothes were on the dashboard and my sneakers were somewhere in the back of the truck. Her sports bra was a pretty blue color that matched her eyes. Suddenly, I felt a buldge in my boxers. Haha, that'll work.

She laughed and pulled off my boxers. 'Bout time...

"You have a condom?" she slapped her head and made an 'ohh yeah' face, "Duh! I forgot who I was talking to." I scratch my head and try to remember where I put it. When I turned fifteen, my mother decided it was time for 'the talk' where, after the four hour lecture, she supplied me with brochures, cassette tapes from the 80's and three boxes of condoms. The birds and bees scared me so much, I made sure I had at least three condoms on my person at all times. Yeah... Sam thought it was pretty hysterical. For two years she would constantly make fun of me, making jokes about 'why would I ever need a condom? no one would ever get with me.' Wow... that is so ironic...

"Check my wallet. It's in my jeans pocket." She dismounts me and reaches into the back and produces my jeans. I reach into the pocket and pull out my brown leather wallet. Inside I find a green condom with the words 'I will never use this' written in blue sharpie on the front. Sam bursts out in laughter and buries her head in my neck. I stare at the condom and then at her.

"I did it when I pit-pocketed you. Ohmigod, I forgot I did that." She continues to snicker and I shut her up by climbing on top of her and kissing her neck. She moans and I pull off her red panties. They say PINK on the ass. I never understood that, but now was not the time to discuss it. She grabs the condom from my hands and unwraps it. She discards the wrapper on the floor and her eyes twinkle.

She pulls the condom on over my cock and shifts herself onto the backseat. I position my self on top of her and ran my hands over her chest. Her skin is so warm. Has it always been this warm and I haven't noticed? I lean in and place my lips on her chest, then her neck, and finally her lips. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a rougher kiss.

I moan despite myself and I can feel her smiling beneath me. I break off the kiss and slide myself into her. She yelps and her fingers claw into my shoulders. I ask if shes hurt. She opens her eyes and smiles, "Never better."

I smile and begin kissing her again. I feel myself reaching a climax. Jesus Christ, why haven't we done this before?! I've known her since we were five and and I waited until now to be this happy? I'm fucking stupid.

Holy shit. That was really awesome.

I'm out of breath, my hair is all over the place and my ability to speak has been momentarily taken away. But, I don't care. At all.

I look at Freddie. His hair is messy and his face is glistening with sweat. But, he's smiling.

"That was fun." he says quietly. He grunts and searches the floor for his stuff. I prop myself and fold my arms. Fun? Try "the best motherfucking half hour ever."

"Yeah, Freddork. Who thought you would be good in bed? Or in car, I guess." I shrug and lean onto his shoulder.

"Was that a compliment, I can't tell?" He chuckles and throws his arm around me.

"Take it however you please." I giggle and check my phone. "Oh shit. We have to go home."

"Alright. Let's roll."