Author's Note-A sequel to My Son is what you asked for, a sequel to My Son is what you get! This is pretty much for HazelInDespair who asked for it, thanks to her for always reviewing my stories. Anyway, on with the show…
Disclaimer-I do nawt own Scrubs (I wish) or What's Eating Gilbert Grape. If I did, Johnny Depp, John C. McGinley, Zach Braff and Neil Flynn would be mine.
Sam's POV
"Hey, are you that kid whose mom died?" the boy said. He was a good inch taller than me, and larger than Mama Grape, with a puddingy face and piggy eyes. He folded his arms, and glared. I wondered if I could take him on. My best friend in Austin, Toby, had once said that you can kill anyone by hitting them in a certain place in their nose so that the bone goes through their brain. I only had one shot. Was it worth it?
"Hey, listen to me!" Mama Grape Look-Alike demanded. He pushed his face up close to mine so that I could smell his revolting breath. "I said, are you the kid whose mom died?" Behind him, his equally large henchmen guffawed. Pudding Boy grabbed the front of my shirt.
"I said…"
"Leave him alone, Kenneth!"
Pig Face let go of my shirt, and I turned around to see two girls staring at us.
"Piss off, girlies!" Kenneth growled.
The taller girl flicked her auburn hair over her shoulder.
"You let go of him, Kenneth. Or I will personally ask my brother to beat you up!"
Kenneth paled slightly and stalked off, his cronies following close behind him. I turned around to look at the two girls.
"You didn't have to do that…" I muttered.
"Oh please, like you were gonna punch him" said the auburn girl. "So who the hell are you then?"
"Oh, I'm Sam…" I muttered. The smaller girl uttered a small, happy squeak of surprise, and covered her mouth. Her black curls bounced on her shoulders when she moved.
"Sam Dorian?" she asked. I nodded.
"Oh my god! My dad was telling me so much about you! My dad, Chris Turk? He and your dad are like, best friends, and…"
The auburn girl rolled her eyes.
"That's Izzy by the way, seeing as she's talking so much that she probably won't get around to telling you herself. I'm Jennifer Dylan"
"Cool…" I muttered.
"And Jenny" Izzy said. "What was all that crap about getting your brother to beat Kenneth up? Everyone knows your brother wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Everyone except Kenneth" Jennifer grinned mischievously.
There was a loud buzzing noise, and I turned to go inside, desperate to get away from the girls. They were probably going to insist that I was "their bitch" from now on because they had "saved me" from Pudding Boy. Yeah right…
I went into the classroom and took a seat. But the teacher called my name.
"Sam Dorian?"
"It's Sam Dorian-Briggs, actually…" I called back.
"Whatever, can you go and sit next to Jennifer Dylan Cox please?"
Jennifer grinned at me with her sharp teeth as I sat down.
"Hey there, Sammy boy! This is gonna be fun!"
I groaned.
