I was listening (not really, more preoccupied with my chicken leg) to Freddie talking about some generic tech nerd equipment or something, when a seventh grade girl with ribbons in her hair, 'I [heart] ?' written on her hands and a cheesy grin tottered up to us.
"Erm, can we help you?" I asked, annoyed that this kid interrupted my feast time, and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," she giggled, looking up at me and Frednerd. She covered her mouth as her girlish giggle seeped out. "I just wanted to know if the rumours about you were true?" She smiled brightly and sickeningly and tucked her preppy curly prissy hair behind her ear and clutched her books.
"What rumours about Sam?" Freddie stepped forward, curious.
"I can speak for myself, nub." I growled and glowered at him and the girl's eyebrows furrowed. I turned back to her. "What rumours about me?" I demanded, stepping forward and gripped her arm.
"Sam, release the minor." I breathed through my nose and let her go, scoffing at Freddie.
"U-uh," she said, her smile clearly now forced. "Well, my friend told me that people were saying that you and Freddie were dating." I stepped back, evidently surprised. Even Freddie let out a little girlish gasp, like the really cliché reactions you see in cheesy movies. I rolled my eyes at it but quickly returned to the current topic.
"What?" I raised my voice. "Who started this rumour?"
"I-Is it true?" Wow, this girl is brave to be sticking around.
"Run," Freddie whispered to her.
The seventh grader looked frightened at me and skidded around, making a sharp exit with the helpful advice from Freddie.
"Of course we're not dating!" I grumbled. "Who came up with that chiz?"
"Totally," Freddie murmured in disbelief. "I'd never date you."
"What do you mean?" I looked at him accusingly, a little hurt.
"I mean-uh-the likelihood of us dating is zero, so…"
"Right…"
"…because we hate each other, yeah?" Freddie questioned me.
"Of course. But what do you mean, you'd never date me? Am I that repulsive?"
"Not at all!" He answered quickly. I raised my eyebrows. "I mean, yes!" I frowned. "I am not enjoying this conversation, Sam!"
"I'm not enjoying being called repulsive, Freddie!"
"I don't think you're repulsive, Sam!"
"But I thought you hated me," I wailed in confusion.
"Yes…but, no. Look, this is making my brain hurt and brain never hurts."
"Just like you'd never date me?"
"I didn't mean it like that!"
"How did you mean it, then?" I inquired.
"I just meant that…" Freddie was stuck for words. Freak. "Could you really ever see us dating, Sam?"
I thought about it. "I'm not answering that question," I replied simply.
"Is that a yes?" He said, eyebrows raised high in surprise.
"I SAID NO COMMENT, FREDDIFER!"
"Huh?"
"Just tell me what you meant by never?"
"I meant-"
"Oh shut up, dork."
"But you just said to tell-"
"Shut your cake hole, boy." Sam growled and slammed her locker walking away.
Freddie slouched back and looked at the skies. "I am so confused right now."