Chapter one: The very beginning.
It was the end of the school day and here Sam Puckett was walking down the main hallway of Ridgeway high school trying to get out of the place. She was picking where she stepped carefully trying to avoid everyone especially one person in particular. Speaking of him she was just passing him now but thankfully she knew he wouldn't notice her as he was too busy making out with one of the cheerleaders. Trust by what Sam saw that it wasn't a pretty sight he had her pushed up onto the lockers and all. With that Sam grunted in pain slightly as she suddenly hit the floor.
"It's rude to stare" one of the other cheerleaders snarled at Sam as she moved her foot back from tripping her up.
"I wasn't. Anybody not looking in that direction will know what's going on from the clanging of the lockers and all of your friends groans" Sam responded.
"If you want to make out with the make out king then you're going to have to get in line behind me" she replied. "I wouldn't bother though it's not like Freddie Benson would do that with you anyway. He'd probably just slap you right in the face" she continued to shout at her from a distance seems Sam had already walked away.
Sam got out of the building as quick as she could and from a distance she could see that her car was in its usual mess after sitting in the schools parking lot all day. It was covered in toilet paper, eggs, flour and burst water balloons. She was going to have to stop and have it cleaned on her way home again so her mother didn't notice. That was the only good thing about coming from a rich family; they had that much money that her parents didn't notice that money was disappearing and going towards all the daily car cleans.
"Hi Samantha, how was school?" her mother Mrs Puckett greeted as she walked into her home. "Oh my goodness gracious! What an earth happened to your face?" she questioned looking concerned as she rushed towards Sam.
Sam immediately froze. She had forgotten about what had happened to her face and had planned on covering it up but had just forgotten due to that particular event happening so early on in the day.
"It's not as bad as it looks" Sam assured her. "I just had an accident during gym class. I have a note from the school nurse and everything which I've left in my locker" she lied.
"Very well then" Mrs Puckett nodded. "You will have to cover it up before we go out tonight though, we have dinner plans. Here's a dress I had picked out for you, you best go get ready" she added.
"Dinner plans? With who?" Sam asked.
"I ran into an old friend today. We had some history between us but we sorted things out over coffee and now we've been invited over for dinner" Mrs Puckett explained. "Now please go get ready, I don't want to be late. Make sure you cover up that bruised cheek of yours" she told her.
A little over an hour later Sam and her mother were stood at the front door of the apartment they were going to be having dinner at. Sam was wearing the ice blue dress that was picked out for her by her mother who told her that it went perfectly with her eyes. Her bruised cheek was also all covered up and within seconds of knocking on the door a lady happily came rushing to the door.
"Pam I'm so glad you could make it" she gushed wrapping Mrs Puckett up into a hug.
"Me to Marissa, thank you for having us" Mrs Puckett replied. "Sam this is Mrs Benson"
"You must be Samantha, it's lovely to see you" Mrs Benson smiled as she welcomed them into her home. "So, what school do you go to?" she asked Sam.
"Erm, Ridgway High" Sam replied.
"Aww my son goes there too" she instantly beamed. "You might know him; he's in his room finishing his History paper that I've been trying to get him to do. Let me go and get him"
Sam instantly froze; she was going to be having dinner with someone from school. Everyone at school hates her, she dreads going to school and now she was dreading being present at this dinner more than ever.
"This is my son Freddie" Mrs Benson smiled and Sam instantly began coughing and spluttering on her glass of water. She wished that she had figured that out the minute she was introduced to Mrs Benson. Of course her son was going to be thee Freddie Benson!
"Sam honey, are you alright?" her mother questioned.
"Yes I'm fine" Sam lied.
"Freddie dear this is Samantha" Mrs Benson continued.
"Yeh we actually know each other. Aren't you in my History-"
"History! Sam maybe you could help Freddie with his History paper" Mrs Benson suggested, cutting Freddie off.
"Oh no you wouldn't want my help. Surely you would want to do it on your own so it's your own work" Sam babbled on trying to avoid having to help Freddie with his school work.
"No its okay. Maybe you could go over what I've written so far?" Freddie asked.
"Go on Sam" Mrs Puckett smiled, feeling as if it was a nice idea.
"Erm okay" she finally agreed and with that Freddie started walking down the hall to his bedroom with a very nervous Sam following.
The pair entered Freddie's bedroom and Freddie flopped down comfortably on his bed leaving Sam stood in the centre of the room looking in any direction that wasn't towards him. She didn't want to be there and she didn't understand why he wanted her there, he was an A student after all.
"You don't have to help me with my paper. It's already written" Freddie told Sam and she immediately turned around more than ready to leave the room. "But please stay" Freddie practically begged.
"Why?" Sam suddenly questioned.
"I need to talk to you" he told her, causing her to frown. "Want to sit down?" he offered and with that Sam took the seat that was furthest away from him as possible. She figured that it would be easier to just sit down instead of awkwardly standing there in the middle of the room.
"How's your cheek?" Freddie asked.
"Bruised" Sam spat. "Surely you should know you're the one doing these things to me or getting your friends to do your dirty work for you" she continued angrily.
"I didn't set this up, I actually told everyone to start leaving you alone today but I guess they didn't" Freddie told her.
"Of course you did" Sam replied, rolling her eyes and not believing a word he had just said to her.
"I don't suppose you remember when we were younger and used to be friends?" Freddie asked and judging by her facial expression she was clueless. "Neither did I until yesterday. You see I drove to see my father yesterday, I thought I'd finally tell him what I thought of him for walking out on me and my mother when I was just six years old. He lives about an hour away from here. He left because he had an affair and my mother believed that it was with your Mom. When I got there though he finally told the truth about who he had the affair with" Freddie continued to explain.
"Who was it with?" Sam found herself asking.
"My auntie, my mother's sister" Freddie answered. "So when I came home and broke the news to my mother that's when she reminded me that we used to be friends and I think that is why our mothers are both having another go at their friendship again. I took my father's affair out on you Sam and now I know it's not your fault. I'm so sorry" he apologised.
"So you've been picking on me and making my life a misery for years because you thought my mother had an affair with your father. Even if that was true it still wouldn't have been my fault. It's not like I was the one that got accused of having the affair" Sam replied bitterly.
"Sam, Freddie dinner is ready" Mrs Benson called from the kitchen and with that Sam got up extremely eager to leave the room.
"Sam wait" Freddie said, grabbing her attention. "Can you forgive me?" he asked.
"No I can't" Sam replied. "You're the reason everyone hates me, you're the reason I have no friends and you're the reason why I hate my life" she raised her voice at him then instantly began making her way to the dinner table.
As Sam sat down at the dinner table her jaw suddenly dropped open as her mouth began to water at the sight of the delicious feast that was on display. She quickly snapped her mouth shut though when she spotted Freddie watching her carefully from across the table and with that Sam immediately started helping herself to Mrs Benson's honey roast ham hoping that the quicker she ate her dinner the quicker she would get out of there.
"So Sam, have you got your prom dress yet?" Mrs Benson asked as the four began to tuck into their dinner.
"Erm I actually don't do prom" Sam replied as she winced at Mrs. Bensons judgemental reaction.
"I don't understand it either Marissa, she's always refused to go to those types of events." Mrs Puckett explained.
"Surely you would love to get all dolled up in a gorgeous dress" Mrs Benson guessed. "I bet the boys would go crazy over a beautiful girl like you, right Freddie?" she added, nudging him slightly.
"Yeh I could probably name some" he replied awkwardly.
"I can't wear dresses to school so I don't know why I would chance going to prom" Sam told them.
"You're always saying that Samantha but I never quite get what you mean" her mother said but Freddie knew. He knew what the cheerleaders would do to Sam if she wore a skirt or dress to school.
"Do your friends go to prom Sam?" Mrs Benson questioned.
"Yes but prom isn't my thing and they understand that" Sam lied. What friends? She didn't have any thanks to the boy sitting across from her.
"Why don't you come with me and my friends?" Freddie offered.
"Why would I do that?" Sam snapped.
"I'm just trying to be nice" he replied causing Sam to roll her eyes, according to her he didn't know the meaning of the word.
A/N: Welcome to my new story! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please review and tell me what you thought. I feel that this story is going to be much different from all my others. Thank you, I'll update soon, Nadene.