Sam stood sulkily against her locker door. She glowered at the couple practically eating each other a little way down the hall.

"Well she doesn't look as if she ate lunch anyway," Sam muttered darkly. She watched as the dark haired boy pulled away and whispered something sexily into the blonde's ear. The blonde giggled and gazed up into her boyfriend's blue eyes. Sam turned away, and bumped into Tucker.

"Still sucking the faces off each other?" He said nodding at the couple. Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. Before she could answer however, the couple broke apart and Danny came bounding up to them. He looked as if he were in seventh heaven. No, seventy-seventh heaven.

"Hi Tucker, hi Sam" his voice was floaty and dreamy, and in his eyes was a far-away look that had been there for the past week.

"How's Liza?" Tucker asked slyly.

"She's…amazing" Danny sighed. His lips were puffier than normal, from all the exercise they were getting. Sam looked at the floor. Danny noticed her red face. "Sam…what's up?" He asked.

"What's up?" She half-yelled "What's UP? She is just a shallow, self-centred BIMBO. That's what's up!" Sam stomped off, pushing her anger down into the floor with every step of her heavy black boots. Danny sighed and leaned against a nearby locker, a pained expression on his face.

"Why can't she just be happy for me? First Pauline, now Liza…" Danny turned to Tucker "Has she said anything to you about it?"

"Danny, it's what she hasn't said that counts more" Tucker said knowingly. He smiled at Danny, and then walked off into the crowd after Sam.

Maths

What's up with Sam?

I'm right here you…

Now, now, Sam. We talked about your anger issues!

Shut up, wise guy.

Ok. Sam are you all right?

Yeah. Never felt better.

Somehow I don't really believe that What part of Shut Up do you not understand, Tucker? Umm, I'm struggling with the shut…and the up gives me problems too…

Guys! Calm down!

Ahem.

Ok! People! Better?

Much.

Sam, why don't you… Oh, man. Don't go there Danny!

Like Liza?

Don't say I didn't warn you!

Why? WHY? Because…because…because she's a BIMBO.

Is not! Is too! You've never said two words to her! You don't have to sit next to her in English! Yeah, and neither do YOU, Sam! Yeah, but I sit very near. Honestly, she is CLUELESS! Sam, don't make me choose between my friend and my girlfriend! Think before you say…err…write!

Bit late. Choose.

But Sam…I cant…that's not fair! Tough! Life isn't fair! Jeeze! You two have problems. I suggest a psychiatrist! Butt out Tucker. Sam, I'm not going to choose.You already did! …What!?! What do you mean? Sam?

Leave it, Danny. She'll come round.

The bell went. Danny watched as Sam threw her books into her bag and stomped out of the classroom, head held high. As she left the classroom, Sam dropped her head, letting her hair hide her face. She ran to the girls' bathroom. She leant over the sink, sniffing. Looking up, into the mirror, the black streaks ran down past her cheeks, right down to her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she could feel the world spinning, right until she hit the ground.