The Bet
Chapter 2

Sammy's POV:
I sat at the table, stirring my Dr. Pepper with my straw, bored out of my mind. The boredom wasn't what was killing me, though. It was the disappointment. I was all excited and thrilled that the Luke Underwood asked me out, but where am I now? He had said he was going to the bathroom 15 minutes ago.
A burning knot formed in my throat, my eyes felt pinched and I bit my lip. Why did everyone hate me so much? It was just a stupid rumor...
"Hey." A voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hey." I grumbled back at Luke.
"There was, uh, a line."
"Kay."
He sat with a defeated sigh.
"Sooo," he muttered, looking around.
I tapped my fingernails on the checkered tablecloth.
"Well. We paid the bill. Let's get outta here." I suggested.
He paused.
"You uh.. wanna see a movie?" He murmured. I looked up at him.
"Sure," I said, trying not to smile.

Luke's POV:
No. No no no. You do not like this chick! I tried to tell myself.
No. I didn't like her. That was official. But something about her eyes.
Oh my God, stop it Luke! My conscience shouted.
She was interesting. And that's about all I knew at that point.