You Can Never Trust A Pretty Boy

Sammy's POV

As soon as we all sat down at our lunch table, Marissa told Dot and Holly what happened this morning like my life was a t.v. show and she was the woman who says "Previously on..". I wish I never had to see Heather again. There's something about her that I don't like.

"Why would he do something like that?" Holly fumed.

"What was the point of all those pick up lines if he wasn't that interested in you?" Dot questioned. I sighed. The lunchroom at school was so not the place for this.

"Dot, he's a man whore. What did you expect? For him to chase after me for the rest of high school?" I said bitterly. In truth, I wasn't sure if my jealousy meant that I liked Casey, or if I just wanted him to be interested in me again. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this? Am I jealous or do i just want what I can't have?

"Sammy, do you like him?" Marissa whispered from my left.

"I don't know. I'm trying to figure that out." I whispered back.

"Hey everyone! Can I sit here today?" Heather's voice appeared from nowhere.

Everyone looked towards me. I really wanted to say no. I really wanted to tell her to get lost and sit with Casey, her lover. But instead, grinding my teeth, I managed to let out a small feeble sure. She sat down relieved.

"So lunch is over in ten minutes, where have you been?" Dot questioned, sounding a bit too casual for her to be just wondering.

"Casey kept me locked in the janitor's closet for a while because i insulted the Patriots'." She brushed off the question.

Holly rose her eyebrows. "Um, just you, or both of you guys?"

"Just me." She said, staring at Holly.

"He doesn't like sports, why does it matter to him?" I asked. Okay, maybe that sounded a bit too forceful.

"Yeah, he does." Heather chuckled as if I said a joke. "He called me last night during the Pats versus the Giants game."

"Casey doesn't watch sports." I said angrily now.

Heather looked offended. "I swear! He called me, asked what I was doing, and when I told him I was watching the game, he said he was watching it too. We talked for like an hour about the Patriots and the Giants, while watching the game." She said, trying to convince me.

"You're a liar." I seethed at her. I knew for a fact that she didn't talk to Casey last night. I knew for a fact that he didn't like or watch sports. Holly, Dot and Marissa looked at our exchange not sure if they were hearing what their mind says they were hearing.

Heather sat there shocked, while I glared at her.

"I'll prove it!" She unexpectedly muttered, and then got up and left the table.

"Sammy, what was that about?" Marissa asked.

"I don't like liars." I muttered, still mad.

"What if she isn't lying?" Holly piped up.

"She has to be. Casey hates sports." I said, hanging my head.

Casey's POV

"I'm gonna ask Heather out in a couple of days. You think I should?" Danny asked me.

"Yeah man, she's totally into you." I smiled. "You think she's the one?"

He laughed. "Dude, stop watching the notebook." He shook his head. "I just like her. That's all."

I pondered this for a bit. "Maybe one day?"

"Yeah, I'm sure maybe one day, she could be." He said seriously.

"Guys!" Heather ran up to us.

"Speak of the Devil." Danny smiled.

"And she shall appear." I finished, smirking.

"Casey," she started, when she got to us. "I need you to tell Sammy that you like sports."

I widened my eyes. "What? Why?"

"She thinks I'm lying about you watching the football with me last night." She explained. Danny looked at me weird.

"Let's go sort this out." I said to Heather, avoiding Danny's questioning looks.

She beamed and grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the cafeteria.

How was I gonna tell Sammy that what Heather told her was true? Sammy would never talk to me again. What if she actually did hate me?

We arrived at the table, Heather's hand still holding mine. When I looked up, I immediately locked eyes with Sammy.

"Go ahead Casey, tell her!" Heather said, wanting to get things over with. But looking at Sammy's expecting face, I couldn't.

"It's not true," I blurted out. "we didn't watch the game together and you know that I hate sports." I said without a second thought.

"Casey.." Heather drifted off, sounding broken. I couldn't look at her though. I knew she'd look disappointed and hurt. I kept my eyes on Sammy, who now had a smug smirk on her face.

"I know Casey better than you do Heather, don't ever try to tell me something I know he wouldn't do." Sammy said as she stood up, and faced off with Heather.

Heather shook her head, and walked away. Making me feel like a total douche bag. Why didn't I tell Sammy the truth? Now everyone thinks Heather's a liar, and they think I'm a good guy who was just a victim of her lies. But looking at Sammy now, smiling at me, I knew I couldn't tell the truth. It'd kill Sammy, and I didn't want her to hate me.

I had to get her first.

A/N: Nope, not dead.. Hi guys. :T Review please?