SHS: Under Any Cost

by jadoredi0r

A normal, rainy day in Centerscore turns into a nightmare involving threatening texts, countless investigations... and a rich heir with a mean grudge. *NOTE: This takes part around the time when Sam was going out with Spencer and Tom Prince was more of a recurring character.

1. Chapter 1

SHS EPISODE 1

Under Any Cost

I wandered aimlessly around the hallway waiting for Sam. She seemed a bit on edge this morning, and I was hoping her cousin walking with her would be better.

Suddenly, Taylor walked down the opposite side of the hallway and made a beeline for Jessica's locker. "What in the world...?" I mouthed, and hid behind a set of
lockers. Taylor peered around curiously, then shut it. A pass then flew behind her. I picked it up. It was a pass, alright- a pass of the bathroom variety. "Some
bathroom she went to," I said aloud. I went up to Jessica's locker just in case. What was the combination? Oh yeah! 25-37-20. It opened, and before my eyes,
Centerscore University merchandise sat in her locker, along with pictures of boys from Centerscore U. The top of her locker caught my eye. It was a red vase with a
burned-out incense stick. I was confused, but also nervous. For some odd reason, something was off. Who keeps something like this in their locker?Before I could look any further, I decided to stop the investigation and see if Ms. Prez and Sam were in the classroom yet. And just in time, some students walked in. Amanda was in the front of school (apparently) talking to unicorns, Keith was in the gym, and a few others had been either upstairs or downstairs. Including Sam, who looked shaken and scared with drops of rain around her. I mouthed, "What's wrong?" Sam mouthed back, "After class." Finally, Mrs. Prez came in and we all sat down. "Sorry about that, class! Now, we are going to be learning about square roots... in-depth!" She explained, and quickly wrote down roots and radicands, some problems with two roots at a time. When Ms. Prez turned around and made a mistake at one point, Jessica sneakily fixed the problem on the board, which made everyone crack up. "Okay, so the first square root is 26. Since it is not a perfect square, we do not use the root button, what do we do then?" Ms. Prez scanned the room for any volunteers. All of a sudden, a chirpy voice shouted behind me. "Cats!" Amanda yelled, and started laughing hysterically. Sam turned to me, laughing as well. "Hey, tell me again how she got into Honors Algebra?" I replied with a smile, "Hey, she might use her Math smarts on tests, you never know!" Speaking of tests, after our lesson, we got a recent test back. Sam whipped around to me and whispered, "Zoe! Amanda got an 100!" I smiled with excitement and said, "Me too!" Then Amanda and I gave air-fives. "What did you get?" I asked. Sam looked down gloomily. "A 65..." I gasped, and suddenly, the room got silent, and not because of me. The lights went off, and a stern voice said, "Okay, everyone, keep calm! Sam Davis, come out into the hall. There is a potential emergency at this school." Sam then quickly walked out of the room.

MEANWHILE (SAM'S POV)

Principal Shapiro shut the door behind her and looked me in the eyes. "Now, Sam, I want you to tell me everything that happened." I hesitated to think about everything, but I told her, "Let me just gather my thoughts." Shapiro allowed me to do so, so then I thought back to this morning. It was raining as it was now, only heavier. I swung my umbrella around and waited for Aunt Cathy to start the car. Zoe was inside waiting for her as well. As soon as I was about to hop in the car, I noticed a black limousine across the street from our house, which was unusual. The house across from us only has one car, and I knew it was the only car they've had. I ran over quickly to check if anyone was inside. No one was there, so I immediately thought nothing of it. As Aunt Cathy dropped us off, Zoe rushed inside to greet Maria and Amanda. I stayed, being a little paranoid about the limo. As I was walking inside and closed my umbrella, I saw a figure standing against one of the corners in front of the school. He was a familiar figure and I've seen that outfit before. Something was off. Suddenly, his head shot up, showing angry eyes and a clenching jaw. "Hello, Sam...!" He said. It was Tom Prince. I tried to regain my breath. "Wh... what are you...?" Before I could complete my sentence, he dashed after me. I let out the loudest scream I've ever done, and ran around to the back of the school. Without thinking, I hopped into an open window, closed it quickly, and squatted down. It was a good thing it was Mr. Keller's Science room, and no one was there yet. All of a sudden, I hear the scuffling of shoes, followed by a shout. "NO ONE GETS AWAY FROM TOM PRINCE!" He yelled, and I had to run back outside, into the lobby, speed-walked down the hallway into the class. By then, school had officially begun and I guessed Tom gave up.

As I finished the story, Shapiro looked whiter than ever before. "Okay, Sam, thank you. We will inform Spartan Academy that there has been an infraction between you two, and we will get to the bottom of it." She said, and allowed me to go back to class. I sighed and opened the door. Staring down at my test grade, I thought to myself that this was going to be a long rest of the week.