"She shoots… she scores!" The dried up ball of gum which had been wrapped in its wrapper circled the inner rim of the small graduated cylinder, and Sam watched it sink towards the bottom of the red liquid filled tube, and sat neatly atop a few small broken pieces of rocks.

"Sam I told you, keep your hands and things off the equipment and let me do things." Freddie complained.

Sam rolled her eyes and sighed desperately," I wasn't touching the equipment Benson, and I was throwing my gum, which by the way came from my mouth which belongs to me, so I have the right to control it."

"…And your point is? You still had your thing on it."

Sam ignored him and grab the temperature stick from its placement and tried fishing the gum ball by poking through it, thinking this would solve the problem but failing a couple times, sending the small particles from the rocks flying to the surface.

Freddie found this annoying, and it would hurt his grade as well if the Lab teacher found her playing with the items.

"Puckett, Benson, I presume you are taking care of my equipment well?"

Too late

"Mr. Herms!" Freddie composed himself and gave him a pleading look, "I told you, I can't work with her. She's too distracting and she keeps handling the things wrong."

But the orange haired professor shook his head and grabbed there assignment papers, he put them one over the other and ripped them apart.

The slow noise was piercing to Freddie's ears; it only meant one thing, failure.

Mr. Herms walked away with their papers placed back on their desks.

"Thanks a lot Sam."

"So? It's your first F on an assignment. Think of it as an accomplishment."

Freddie glared hard at her, but he sighed in defeat and slammed his forehead on the desk.

Sam on the other hand continued to poke at the liquid, until a brilliant plan knocked on her head and she wondered out loud,

"I wonder how this would taste… Kool-Aid?"

"Don't even try it." Freddie muttered, not moving an inch, but nothing can get through this blonde head and she picked up the tube, she lifted it slowly to her lips,

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"SAMANTHA PUCKETT!"

"Until you learn how to handle equipment well, you stay out here in the hallway." Mr. Herms scolded Sam and closed the door behind, but before she could move he opened it and said,

"Don't even move."

He closed it.

What was his problem? All she did was try to drink it, it's not like she succeeded anyway.

She sat on the ground for a good whole 10 minutes before the door opened and instead of Mr. Herms saying she should go to the principal's office Freddie came out and closed it behind him.

"What do you want?" Sam spat at him.

Freddie rolled his eyes; it was his turn to sigh desperately.

"Why would you drink chemicals that could have damaged your body?"

Sam rested her head on her knees and turned away for him, "I was bored dude, so stop worrying."

"Who said I was worried about you? I promised Carly to look after you while she's in Yakama. And if she finds you blue in the face with a yellow body the fault would all be pointed to me."

Sam stood up and dusted her knees with the back of her hands, "So if you're going to look after me, then you have no choice but to follow me around right?"

Freddie's eyebrow arched and he shrugged, "Yea, pretty much."

"Cool, so let's go." Sam grabbed her bag from the ground and started walking towards the exit of Ridgeway High school. Freddie looked around him and took a few steps,

"We can't leave the school Sam!"

"Yes we can!" Sam turned and challenged him.

"It's like cutting."

"It is cutting."

"Exactly why we shouldn't go,"

"Exactly why we should, because there's nothing better to do,"

Freddie gave her a hard look and Sam matched it with her own famous glare.

"Fine, then don't go! I'll just tell Carly you left me to defend for myself."

"What?" Freddie asked dumbfounded, "Aren't you the one that was able to convince a cop his foot was cut off?"

Sam sighed; she wasn't going to waste her time because of this nub. She turned and started walking.

She past the doors and was halfway down the block when she heard her name being called out and Freddie ran up to her, he stopped where she had stopped and looked up at the sky beside her,

He hesitated and groaned, "Fine! I'll cut with you."

She smirked and nodded, "Good."

Sam 1, Freddie 0.

For today at least, the score overall was Sam: 348 and Freddie: 23

They walked silently together to Groovy Smoothies.

Sam ordered a lardge strawberry splat smoothie and Freddie simply wanted water.

Freddie paid for his water, and T-Bo looked at Sam,

"So? You ain't paying?" He asked, Sam looked at Freddie and nodded at T-Bo,

"Pay the guy."

Freddie sighed and reached back into his pocket, "This was the reason why you wanted me to come wasn't it?"

"Yep,"

"So what would you have done if I didn't come?"

They walked back out and to Bush well Plaza, taking their time.

"I would have stolen one…" Sam guessed, Freddie smiled,

Freddie's pace quickened a bit, seeing his home and lucky that Carly let him be in charge of her apartment, "Better to waste my money then have you steal again. I should have known that was the only reason you wanted me to come."

Sam nodded, even though that wasn't the whole reason to her actions in the hallway, but even she was unaware of her feelings.

Again, not much but at least I did something, I like how this came out really, since I don't want a drastic change and I'd rather have them slowly get together.

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