Hey guys! Starting a new story! Exited, and I hope you love it! Here it is, ENJOY(:
~*FREDDIE*~
I very slowly let my brown irises peek through my eyelids. I didn't go to sleep till 3 AM because I was studying for this big test we have on Friday. My senses kick in as I smell some sort of intoxicating sweetness in my nostrils. It smells something like coconut, or strawberry. I softy smile at the pleasantry, and feel something soft and silky against my face. I fully open my eyes and start to move away form this source of silky sweetness. As I away, my eyes start to pick up a golden color. I finally notice that this is the familiar maine of a certain demon I know. I fully lean back and remember where I was. I was in Mr. Burn's history class. Ugh. No wonder I fell asleep. It was very rare that I fell asleep in class, but I was just so TIRED. Also, I hated history with a passion. It was probably the only class I would count as intolerable. I turned my attention back in front of me, to the cascade of blonde curls, carelessly tossed on my desk. Sam, herself, was asleep, which was no surprise to anyone. I must've just used Sam's hair as a pillow. I mean it was really comfy, and smelled quite nice- ANYWAY. I'm pretty happy I woke up before she did, because if she woke up first, my face wouldn't look the same as it does right now. I shook my head and slowly but surely came back to reality. I blinked a few times and painstakingly tried to pay an ounce of attention. After a few moments of struggle, I finally let my brain get the best of me. I turned my head to look at Carly. Her eyes were straight forward, posture perfect, and some how creepily peppy at 8:49 in the morning. She was so…Carly. Carly was practicly my sister. I could tell her anything, and she we know each other extremely well. It's like, I've had every opportunity in the world to explore everything about Carly, so anything she says or does is nothing new. I've even had the chance to see what it was like for me to date her, her to like me back. A few years back thinking about this would have made me smile, but now, the thought of kissing Carly makes me grimace. It would be like kissing a wall. Nothing new. I knew her way to well. Yes, so I, Fredward Benson have proven that you can indeed know someone TO well. In a lot of ways, I was relived that this whole "infatuation" thing with Carly finally blew over. I felt something move in front of me, and realized it was the curly haired carnivore, which sat in front of me. She turned around to look at me, and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of the bell ringing. She rolled her eyes, and shut her book (that she wasn't reading AT ALL) stood up, and walked out of the classroom. I just sat there staring at her, watching her leave, like an idiot. I couldn't pin exactly what it was, but something was definitely different about her. Thank God this was the last class of the day. I was so tired and ready to go home. I guess I'll ask Sam what she was going to say tomorrow. I gathered my textbooks, and stuffed them into my backpack. I walked swiftly out of the classroom, wanting to get outside as soon as possible so my mom didn't break down in tears or something. I walked into the hallway and heard a commotion. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" People were gathered in the classic "there's a fight circle" wailing this. Curiosity took over me as I swiftly walked over to the frackus, running a hand through my hair. It was Gibby, and some dushebag football player. I was about to step in help Gib, When I see Sam yell "He can't take this he's just a Gibby!," and jump into the fight, knocking the stupid jock down. Well, you know that ancient rule, "boys can't hit girls" and it's just one of things you follow out of common sense? Yeah, well that didn't apply to this dipthong. He just reeled his fist back and starts hitting Sam repeatedly. Anger washed through my veins as I watched him mercilessly beat her. She was resisting him as hard as she could, but it was no use, this guy was just way bigger than her. So, she just threw her hands in front of her face, wincing. Everyone grew silent, just watching with wide open mouths, and a few gasps from the girls. Some sort of vicious lion awakened inside of me, when I heard Carly shout in fear and a shaky voice, "FREDDIE DO SOMETHING!" I leapt onto that neanderthal like it was nobody's business. I bent his arm behind his back, as Carly grabbed Sam's hand, pulling her out from under that nub. I pulled my back my very heavy backpack and swung it down onto his back, hard. A crack echoed through the hallway, followed by a yelp, coming from the guy I was waling on. I decided to stop there. It was a good thing I did, because a loud bullhorn shouted behind us, "BREAK IT UP! BREAK IT UP!" It was principal Franklin. The nurse followed behind him, walking the jock to her office.
"Freddie Benson, what happened here? This was unexceptable behavior, not to mention strange coming from you. I suppose you have an explaination?"
His strong voice rung through my ears. I was still trying to process what had just happened.I looked at Carly who was fussing over Sam's face like she was her mother. She gingerly tipped Sam's head back, examining the damage. Sam just stood there, emotionless. Just staring into space. Her face was bleeding, just above her eyebrow, and you could see where there were definitely going to be bruises, around her jaw line. She amazed me, of hoe much endurance she had.
"Well?" Principal Franklin looked at me, eyebrows raised.
"Uh, yeah. I can tell you what happened." I say shaking my head. I explained everything to him, and he just sat there, nodding occasionally.
"Hitting a girl? My, my, my. Samantha Puckett. Wow. This was some fellow. Well, Freddie, you know you are one of my most reliable students, so I take you word for it, even though this is quite, well…unbelievable. Freddie, I will see what I can do with this matter as soon as possible. For now, I suggest you attend to your friend. Have a good afternoon Freddie." He says, and waves his hand, bidding me farewell. I sigh to myself. What mess did I get tangled up in this time? Blonde Curls. That's what.