Abused Mate | ✔

Big Freds

---------------SAM ----------------------

I waited at the library for an hour.

My good mood was quickly diminished.

Chris had left me hanging.

Stupid Sam! I reprimanded myself. How could you think a guy like Chris liked you? That he was even remotely jealous?

I got up ready to leave when I saw him enter.

He looked around and smiled when he saw me.

I instantly smiled back.

"Hey sorry I'm late"He said walking up "My father called me to do a favor."

"It's fine " I answered.

He was so handsome, standing in front of me smiling with his dimples showing.

He wore dark jeans complete with a white undershirt that outlines his abs and a leather jacket.

I felt so ugly next to him with just my thin shirt and jeans with my boots.

"These are for you" He smiled taking a red roses and chocolates from behind his back.

I gaped at him surprised.

Why would he do that for me?

"Thank you" I whispered, smelling the rose "Their beautiful. "

He smiled sheepishly, his face going pink.

Was Chris Wayne seriously blushing?

"It was no problem"

We stood there smiling at eachother before I came to my senses and looked away.

"So should we get started?" I pointed at the computers.

"Of course"

For the next 2 hours we were stuck on the computer and with our heads in books.

I could feel Chris's eyes on me and I would look up and smile.

Every time I saw him smile it took my breath away, he was so handsome.

I looked up as Chris stood up.

He stretched and I couldn't help my eyes from checking him out.

God, he was gorgeous!

He looked at me and smiled when I quickly looked down.

Crap! he caught me staring!

"I don't know about you, but I am tired of researching. Want to catch something to eat?" He asked.

The word No was at the tip of my tongue but something inside me wanted to badly.

"Sure" I said instead.

We walked out of the library and I looked at the roses and chocolate.

Where would I ought it? It wouldn't fit on my motorcycle.

"Lemme just put them in my car for now, there's this great hamburger place a few blocks away." Chris volunteered.

"Thanks" I handed them over and soon we were walking and laughing.

"So that's a sweet ride you have, where did you get it?" Chris asked.

"Oh, Mad Dog? I rescued her from a junk yard, she's a 1964 Harley. "

"You named your motorcycle? " He laughed.

Chris held the door open as we entered Big Freds.