Second chapter everyone! Thanks for the nice feedbacks you gave to the fist chappie, I'll write more!
"iAm Sorry"
Freddie entered the noisy classroom to see everyone busy with everything but listening to their teacher. Good thing the teacher was too busy writing some equation on the blackboard to notice that he's late. He sat on his chair and he was surprised that there was no icing or anything that Sam will put on his chair. He looked on the farthest corner of the room to see Sam quietly looking over the window, her face resting on her hands lazily, so un-her. He felt notches of guilt in his stomach as he fished his phone on his pocket. Then he tried to text something to her:
I'm sorry.
Then he took a deep breath before he sends this to her. A few minutes later, he kept on glancing at her direction to see if she was reading it, but there was no sign. He frowned and tried to pay attention to their boring teacher, who was reading postulates about triangles and their altitude. It felt so uncomfortable for him to have anyone offended by him. He doesn't know what to do. He knew full well that Sam was irritating and loathsome, and he was always her target and such. But now, he had gone too far, he had hurt her and maybe deflated her self-esteem. The class seemed like taking forever until the bell rang, and he quickly followed Sam, who was taking something from the locker.
"Look Sam, I'm sorry," he said sincerely yet nervously, but she only scowled at him.
"Whatever, jerk-face," and she shoved her notebooks in her bag, and walked away from him. He followed her.
"I know I offended you, I'm sorry, ok? I will never do that again." He said as he blocked her way, but she turned left, ignoring him.
"Okay, if you don't want to, fine, I will just go to the gym, grab the megaphone and tell everyone that we—"then she grabbed his collar, making him stutter his last words.
"Do that and you'll regret that your mother gave birth to you," she said threateningly and slowly to him, making him gulp and feel a little terrified.
"Was that a 'yes I forgive you'?" he asked nervously and quietly. She took a deep breath and let him go.
"Whatever you want to assume, Freddork."
Then he's face lit up when she talked; ignoring her little insult. She continued to walk and he followed her.
"Why are you trying so hard to apologize?" She said as they took the stairs towards the lab, "I mean, life would have been perfect for you if we were ignoring each other."
"Well yeah, but I felt guilty about what I said to you," he said, "Anyway, where's Carly?"
Then suddenly, Carly went out of the classroom with Sid, that handsome and tall dude that everyone was going gaga over. Carly and Sid was in a middle of an animated conversation that she didn't notice her friends standing in front of her.
"Tell me Fredward Benson," she said seriously, Fred looked sideways to face her. "Do guys really prefer girly girls?"
"It depends…" he said awkwardly as they opened the door of the science lab. "Why?"
"Nothing," she said absently as she ran her fingers over the bottles on the countertop. "I was thinking that maybe what you said yesterday is true."
"No," he corrected her, "It was only a bad joke, I only said that because I was angry—"
"Jokes are half-meant, Benson," she reminded him as she took a bottle of iodine on the farthest corner of the shelf.
"No, Sam," he said as he tried to catch up to her. She was going downstairs swiftly, disregarding the fact that she has a company. "Look, if you're going to change yourself just for a guy, then you're totally wrong."
She stopped walking and turned to face him.
"And where did you get that idea?"
"You have a crush on that new guy, right? He's sort of ignoring you. And now I made you think that you're very unlikeable because you're not girly enough," he said anxiously, "If ever, just be your—"
"You talk too much baby," she said slyly as she placed her finger over his lips, to silence him. She fished a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of her jacket. Freddie couldn't help but freak out of the sight,
"Is that even allowed here?" He asked annoyingly. Sam cuffed his left hand with the handle of her backpack, making wince because of the weight of her bag.
"See you later, fredweird!" She said winking as she ran away from him, leaving him tormented with the fact that he was cuffed with her unusually heavy backpack, on the middle of the school campus.
"Get back here, Puckett!" He shouted as he tried to follow her, dragging her backpack on the floor. Everybody around him was laughing loudly, until Carly went to his aid.
"Oh goodness," she said as they went to sit on the bleachers, and away from the taunting crowd. "What did you just do to Sam?"
"I apologized to her," he said as Carly tried to pick the lock with her hair pin.
"And this happened?" Then she unlocked the cuff on his hand.
"Long story, Carly," he said anxiously, "Whoah, you're good at picking locks."
"I do this everytime Spencer forgets the keys of the room, I don't really like calling Lewbert for help," she said as she placed the pin on her pocket, "Long story?"
"Well, she sort of thinks that what I said was true," he said, "You know, the unlikeable thingy."
"Oh, shut up!" she said in surprise and disbelief, Freddie rolled his eyes.
"She said it to me; you know her crush, that tall new guy?"
Carly nodded.
"He's ignoring her, and I think she'll change just to be noticed," He said worriedly, Carly frowned, "I told her not to."
"Maybe she'll just improve herself; nothing's wrong with a little improvement," she considered as she looked at a worried Freddie, "Hey, why are you so worried about her?"
"What? I'm just guilty!" He said defensively, Carly smirked at him. "You know I like you!"
"Ugh, get over it, Freddie."
"But—"
"Think about it, I'm sure you really don't like me," she said smiling, Freddie frowned at her. She checked her watch, "Let's go to my place, Spencer rented some nice movies."
She stood up and Freddie mimicked her, he's still musing about what she said earlier. Then he saw Sam's bag.
"Hey what are we going to do with this?" He asked her as he pointed Sam's backpack.
"You can carry it until we arrived, she'll pick it up anyway."
"But it's plaid!" He retorted as he look at the bag with sheer disgust. Carly giggled.
"Don't worry, it looks good on you." Then she took the lead towards the hall. Freddie rolled his eyes as he grudgingly shoved the bag on his shoulders.
"Oh,great," he groaned as he followed her outside.
Sam knocked the door of their place, and her mom, who looked fresh and new greeted her.
"Hi Samantha," she said absently, Sam squinted at her blonde hair and sniffed her new scent.
"It's the 31st, isn't it?" She asked her mom. Sam firmly believed the fact that her mother only takes a bath during the 31st day of the month. "We should celebrate, where are the chicken wings?"
"No chicken wings for you, sweetie, clean your room," she ordered her, Sam frowned.
"That was new," Sam said, a little surprised. Her mom never cared how clean or dirty her room was, until now. Her mom scowled at her, forcing her to go upstairs and clean her messy room. She shrugged and did what her mother said. When she opened her door, the smell of her perfume and a mix of nachos flooded her senses. She was greeted by unsorted clothes and a messy pile of books on the corner. Sam went near her bed just to see her phone vibrating; Carly just sent her a message.
Hey Sam, let's go and watch movies here in my place, Spencer borrowed some cool flicks. Freddie and I bought smoothies and popcorn. You can bring some nachos If you want,just don't eat it on the way, lovelots!
"I should clean this room quick, "she said to herself as she she read other unread text messages on her phone. She stumbled upon Freddie's message to her.
I'm sorry.
"Fredweird," she muttered, half-smiling as she started to sort her pillows. She never knew Freddie could be this caring.
she's so pretty but she but doesn't always act that way
her mood's out swinging on the swing set almost every day
she said to me that she's so stressed out that it's soothing
and all i said was "someone get that girl a mood ring"
- Mood Rings- Relient K