"NO not that type of shuffle you dipwad" said Sam, looking at Freddie attempting to tap dance. "You can't even do something embarassing right."
"I am not the only guy in here" he said, gesturing to the other two males in the tap class.
"Yes but you're the only one with a messed up face."
Everyone laughed and Freddie shushed them.
"Why are you even doing this class with me?" Sam asked him.
"I had nothing better to do."
"So you took a tap class, you, who has never even taken any dance class in your life- other than mother-son ballroom classes."
Everyone in the class laughed again.
Besides Freddie and Sam, there were two boys and six girls. One girl was tall and dirty blonde, with blue eyes that stung through you. Her name was Ella. Next was a girl, shortest in the class, with light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, her name was Lisa. Next was a short girl with light brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, and a fuller figure than anyone in the class, which were mostly twigs. Her name was Kerri. The next to girls both had short dark brown hair and brown eyes, they basically were twins, except for the fact they were born three years apart. The last girl had brown hair and beach blonde highlights. Her name was Alexis, a name much more prettiesh and girly-girl ish than her goth/rock girl image presented herself. She had braces on. All the bands on her braces were black.
The first of the two boys had dark hair and dark eyes, while the second one was taller and blonde. The first's name was John. The Second's name was Cole.
"People are going to think your gay, Fredward."
"I'm gay," said John.
"I'm not," said Cole, "I just don't get a lot of dates-well any, because all girls think I am."
"See what this will do to your reputation," she whispered to him so none of the other students taking the class could hear.
"I am bored, and nobody will find out-" he stopped, "Unless you tell them, which you better not, because I will-"
"You will what?"
"I-" Freddie didn't know what to say, even in tights, leatord, and pink dance shorts, Sam was still more intimidating than him. Freddie knew Sam could take him any day, night, evening, morning, or any other time of the day. Freddie knew better than to mess with her at this point.
Kerri and Alexis were giggling at their fight. "What's so funny?" Sam said, walking up to them.
"Nothing really" said Alexis, not intimidated by Sam at all. "You guys are just so much like these people that we know."
"Who?" asked Sam.
"Cole and Lisa," said Kerri, pointing.
"They totally like each other, they just let it out by verbally abusing each other."
"We don't like each other," Freddie answered quickly.
"Yeah," said Sam, supporting him.
"Whatever you say," said Kerri. And with that, she and Alexis walked away, with huge grins on their faces.
Sam looked over at Cole and Lisa. By the way they were fighting, it did seem pretty obvious they didn't like each other. But she and Freddie weren't like that. Sure they kissed once-but that was to get their first kiss over and done with. She and Freddie had no real feelings for each other-did they? No they didn't! Why would she even bring doubt up in her mind? Freddie loved Carly. Sam was just Sam. Freddie hated Sam, and Sam hated Freddie. It was the natural balance in the world, like how chese always had to be on pizza (people who didn't do that were just DISGUSTING) like how ham belonged to Sam, not only because it rhymed but because Ham was Sam's true love-not Freddie. Wait, why was she even thinking about how Freddie could be her soul mate? NO Freddie wasn't her soul mate, ugh why did she keep puting the words "Freddie" "Her" and "Soul Mate" in the same sentence.
"Stop mind, stop you stupid mind" Sam muttered softly to herself. No thoughts of Freddie and soul mates. Nobody said soul mates, you just came up with that one by yourself. Wait-Why had she come up with it by herself? It would be more acceptable if Kerri or Alexis had maybe brought it up...but Sam saying it herself? It was just repulsive. It was more repulsive than men in striped shirts- well, except for Freddie- he could actually pull that off-
Why was she thinking about Freddie pulling anything off? He couldn't pull anything off? He was a Freddie. Not Freddie- a Freddie. The Freddie. An it. Not him-it. Freddie was an it.
An it that was so hot.
Sam jerked herself up. Did she seriously just think that? She was Samantha Jean Puckett. she didn't think freddie's were hot. But once it crosssed her mind, it wouldn't be let out. It bounced across her, and Sam started thinking about it more...could she actually believe it? No. Stupid Kerri, and stupid Alexis for putting these goddamn stupid thoughts inside her stupid goddamn head-which wouldn't let out the fact that Freddie was not. Sam growled. Fredward Benson was not hot! NOT HOT! NOT HOT! FREDDIE was not hot. He was the most not hottest thing on-
Freddie was so hot.
Sam growled to herself again.
"Stupid mind," she muttered/growled to herself.
Sam looked over at Cole and Lisa. Sam could tell that they obviously liked each other...and Kerri and Cole had seen that same thing in her and Freddie? Not it was not possible. She could never like Freddie Benson, and he could never like her. They just plain old hated each other. That was the science of things, it was fact.
Fredward Benson was not hot.
Mhmm. That was right. Good Sam. Good Sam. that's your right track of mind. Keep yourself on that good track of happiness, and don't ever get off Sammy, nevere ever get off, Freddie Benson was not hot.
Freddie was not hot
Freddie was not hot
Freddie was so not hot
Freddie was so not hot
Freddie was so hot.
Dammit.
HEY so i came up with this idea from my tap class...i noticed two people were just like Sam and freddie, and why not compare them in fanfiction! It will be continued...in five reviews. this is the longest chapter i have ever done. ( I know, pathetic...i just don't really write long chapters) so, R and R!