This is just one of the chapter that I was working on, but never finished ><
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A small hand rose up from underneath the stone picnic table and tried to make its way to the open pink box, only for it to be stopped by another hand.
My hand.
I swatted Sam’s hand away and gave her a stern look. “Don’t touch it. We don’t know if it’s edible, so let’s just wait for Jack to arrive and find out, okay?”
Sam pouted. “Ugh, I don’t know how you can do that. Blueberry muffins are your favorite, I would’ve chomped it down already,” she said, twirling a strand of her sandy colored hair.
“You have no idea how much I’m suffering right now,” I said, my eyes fixated on the perfectly made muffin. When I took it out of my locker it was still warm. At that moment I could actually smell its delicious aroma, and my mouth started to water.
Where the hell was Jack?
“There he is. Took ya long enough,” she said, pointing at the tall, lanky figure approaching us. His jet black hair was neatly combed to the side and his fashionable thick rimmed glasses were sitting comfortably on the bridge of his nose.
“Hey guys,” he spoke meekly. He sat down next to Sam and adjusted his glasses. “What’s up with the muffin?” he asked nodding at it.
“Well,” I started folding my hands together. “Would you-“but Sam cut me off. “Emily wants you to take a bite, and if you don’t drop dead on the ground I’m allowed to take a few bites as well, so chop-chop!” she ushered.
I grimaced. “Thanks for being so subtle, Sam. Really, if I need to tell someone to go fuck off, you’ll be the first one I call.”
I turned to Jack. “So are you going to take a bite or what?” I asked.
He chuckled at first but, when I didn’t speak he shook his head frantically, making it clear that he would not risk his life for us.
“Oh come on, don’t be such a pansy, Jack. Man up and take a bite,” Sam said.
“If I’m such a pansy, why don’t you take a bite?” He countered.
I got up from my seat, biting my lower lip. The sound of those two bickering was absolutely horrible. Samantha would speak at a ridiculous speed, making her voice almost sound like a mouse, and Jack would squeak every now and then, obviously showing that he was still going through puberty.
This is ridiculous; we're all scared of a muffin. What’s the worst thing that could happen? I nodded curtly to myself and turned around back to the table, smacking my hands down and making them stop bickering.
“You know what? Let’s all going to take a bite.”
Sam’s face lit up like she had never eaten a muffin before, and a nervous squeak emitted from Jack’s lips.
I lifted up the muffin from its box. Just as I was about to divide it, I noticed the small glaze stars on the edge of the muffin. So this was the personalization he/she meant.
I stared at it for a few seconds before the whiny voice of Sam made me continue again. I divided it with my hands, giving each of them a pile of muffin crumbles in their palms. I eyed them both and then nodded. “Eat.”
Sam immediately threw the crumbs in her mouth so all Jack and I had to do was wait and see if something would happen. She chewed slowly and then swallowed. She then let out a moan of satisfaction. With her eyes closed she spoke, “I hope your secret admirer keeps giving you those muffins, ‘cause this is absolutely delicious!” Her eyes popped open and her gaze immediately went to my pile of crumbs. Almost reluctantly, I gave them up. After all, blueberry muffins were my favorite.
I placed my elbows on the table and let my head rest in the palm of my hand. Jack was carefully picking up the crumbs and chewed slowly, probably trying to savor the taste of the blueberry muffin whereas Sam just threw them in her mouth and chewed hastily.
“So Emily, what are you going to do about the whole Noah-Alex thing?”
I sighed at the sound of his name--of their names. “I’m going to tell him today, that’s for sure. I just really hope that we remain as friends. I mean, you know how he can be at times.”
Sam wiped her mouth clean. “Yeah, I know he turns into a bipolar asshole sometimes.” She lifted her bag from the ground and began rummaging through it. She pulled out her mobile phone. “Oh, by the way, he asked me to show you this.” She pushed a few buttons and turned it around, showing me the screen. It was a text message from Noah.
"Sam, you didn’t tell me that Emily changed her cell.
Anyway, could you tell her to wait for me at the parking lot, I’ll bring her home.
Thanks."
“I suggest you tell him then, before it’s too late,” she said, closing the phone and pocketing it. She checked her watch and cursed.
“Jack we need hurry up and go to chemistry. Bye Emily,” she stood up from the table, pulling Jack along with her. “Go get ‘em, sport!” he said.
I groaned. “Thanks.”
While they were walking away I could her Sam scolding him about his little comment. With a heavy heart I picked up my bag and started walking to schools parking lot.
Good work pulling off these girls moods, too. I knew from the start what kind of personalities they both had. 
Overall, I'd say you're going strong. Well done.
