A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm doing this by memorization so I hope I don't skip parts. Oh yeah, apparently this website wouldn't show what the PE coach's name was. It's Ms. Swanson...that's my band teachers name:P Anyway, yeah. Review.
I reluctantly followed Brad and Carly to their lunch table, my lunch tray in my hands. I sat down in the middle of Carly and Brad, getting mildly comfortable, until Chris squeezed in between Brad and I.
"Brad, I see you've met my home girl, Sam," Chris said. I frowned. He's known me for less than a day and i'm already his home girl?
"Your home girl," He asked, giving Chris an 'oh really' look.
Carly laughed. "It's first grade all over again and you're their new play car," I smiled, awkwardly, trying not to show her how uninterested I really was.
I turned towards Chris and Brad, only to see a girl snapping a picture of me. And the flash was on!
"Hi," The girl said, giving me an apologetic look. She had red hair with deep green eyes and by the looks of it, she was just as insecure as me. "I'm Wendy. Sorry, just needed a candid for the feature."
"Feature's dead, Wendy. Don't bring it up again," Chris says, turning to me. "I got your back, baby."
Wendy sighed. "Guess we'll just run another editorial on teen drinking,"
"There's always eating disorders or Speedo padding on the swim team," I said, making an astonished look come to her face.
"Wow, that's actually a good one..." I zoned out of the conversation when the double doors of the cafeteria swung open. Four pale, sleep-stricken, devastatingly beautiful people walk in, confidently as they did so. There were two males and two females. One male looked as though he'd been taking steroids because his muscles looked huge. The other male was a curly blonde, as herself. He was smaller but still had looks to kill. Walking with the brunette male, was a pretty blonde. Her makeup aligned on her face with perfection, her clothes weren't worn; they looked new. The other female, looked rather happy, smiling the whole time she strided through the cafeteria. I was almost jealous; they all were so...perfect.
"Who are they," I asked my new friends, with a confused looked sketched across my face.
"The Bensons," Wendy whispered. Carly leaned forward, looking as if she could go into gossip mode at anytime.
"Doctor and Mrs. Benson's foster kids," Carly told me. "They all moved down here from Alaska three years ago."
"They keep to themselves," Wendy added.
"Because they stick together," Carly continued. "Like dating. The blonde girl, Heather, and the big, dark-haired guy, Colton...they're a thing...is that even legal?"
"Carls, they're not even related," Wendy told her. I just listened, not talking, more fascinated by the moment.
"I know...but they live together," Carly said. "And the little, dark-haired girl, Delilah, she's really weird...she goes with Taylor, the blonde who looks like he's always in pain. I mean, what is Dr. Benson? Like a foster dad slash matchmaker?"
"Maybe he'll adopt me," Wendy joked and I laughed. I was starting to like her. Then the double doors opened once more to reveal an all too beautiful creation that made me have tingles inside.
"Who's he," I ask, waiting for an answer.
"That's the last of the Benson's," Carly said. "That's Freddie Benson." My heart jumped out of my chest. My imaginary boyfriend's name was always Freddie. Suddenly, Freddie looks over, as if he'd heard what Carly had said. Our eyes met for a second, and a confused expression was plastered onto his face. I quickly look away, a blush rising up my cheeks. I was flushing, great.
"He's gorgeous," Carly said, smiling. "But I wouldn't waste my time. Nobody here is good enough for him."
"I wouldn't dream of it," I said, sighing, then looking back over to where all the Benson's sat. He was staring at me, a slightly frustrated expression was readable on his face. I turned away again. I really hoped I never had to deal with that guy.
...
"Thanks for showing me here," I said to Brad. "I probably wouldn't have found it."
I examined the room. There were multiple black lab tables, two to a table. Brad took his seat and as I was walking to the teacher, she got up, clapping her hands.
"Welcome, Ms. Puckett. Follow along as best you can. Here, sit right there," Ms. Maurice said, gesturing to the only empty seat- next to Freddie Benson.
No, no, no. no. I thought, but sat there anyway, sweeping my hair behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Benson kid scoot his chair as far away from me as possible. I frowned at this.
"Today we'll be observing the behavior of planaria, a.k.a flatworms," Ms. Maurice says, as she dishes out tow petri dishes per table. "We're going to cut them in half, then watch them regenerate into two seperate worms." I glance to my partner, about to show a half-smile, that is until I saw him scrunch up his nose as if I smelled. I sniffed my hair then the air and smell nothing. What's wrong with this kid? "Yes, folks, zombie worms. They won't die."
Freddie pushes a bowl over to me as if I was some kind of sickly person. I was thinking of going off on him but instead, I kept my peace and hid behind my locks. I look between the strands of my hair and see Benson clenching his fists. How rude...
The bell rings and Benson bolts out the door.
...
I watch as Freddie gets into his car, along with his family. I rush to my truck, sniffing myself all over again.
Forget what he thinks, I thought, climbing into my truck. Charlie wants me to meet him at Forks coffee shop. I head over there, and get out of my truck, walking inside.
"Over here, Sam," I hear my dad say. I slowly walk over to him, thinking about today's incident.
"So, you eat here every night," I ask, sitting down. My dad shrugs.
"Better than washing dishes," He said. I frown, looking up from my food.
"I can cook," I offered. "I mean, down in Florida, I was the chef of the house anyway."
"Um, okay," Charlie says. "So, how was school? Meet anyone?"
"Uh, just a few kids," I stated, then hesitated to ask: "Do you know the Benson family?"
His head shot up at me. "Are people talking about them again,"
"No," I insisted. "Well, just a little,"
"They're just newcomers," My dad explained. "We're lucky to have a surgeon like Dr. Benson."
"Okay," I said, seeing how worked up he was getting. "I didn't mean to offe-"
"I just don't like the narrow mindedness," I stay silent for the rest of the time. And we return back to our dinner.
...
I picked up my phone, laying back on my bed. "Okay, mom," I say for the billionth time.
"If spring training goes good here, we could be staying in Florida permanantly," She said. "Now what about your new school, baby. How are the people? Are there really cute guys?"
"They've been...welcoming," I say, remembering Freddie. "Yep, welcoming.
...
The next morning, I lean on my car, waiting for Freddie to arrive. This kid needs some serious talking to.
"Sam," Carly calls out, waving her hand towards me. "Come over here!" I gently shake my head and she shrugs and turns back around.
I turn away from her, ready to tell off Benson anytime now. He doesn't mess with a Puckett.
...
I walk into Biology class, ready to see Benson. He isn't there. He skipped school. He doesn't want to be here becuase of me. With a frustrated look on my face, I bounce over to my seat. Freddie Benson is a complete idiot. And a jerk. And he's rude. And he's cute. And-ugh.
...
The next day, at lunch, Carly and Brad are trying to show me a video. But all I can focus on is Freddie Benson's seat- empty. He can't keep ditching school.
...
You would never believe this. I'm in the girls bathroom and Freddie Benson's foster sisters- Heather and Delilah are staring at me. Heather studies me with cold, hard eyes while Delilah's is full of curiosity. Uneasily, I head out of the bathroom.
...
"Hey, Sam," My dad said to me, the next day. "I got new tires for your car,"
"It's a truck, Charlie," I told him.
"Yeah," He says. "The other ones were very old. They could've burst at any moment."
"You got me new tires," I said, looking at them. "No one's every done that before."
My dad looks at me confused. "I mean...nothing," I said. He heads towards his Police Cruiser.
"I probably won't be home for dinner." Charlie said. " I have to head down to Mason county. A security guard was killed by some kind of animal."
"An animal," I ask, curiously.
"You're not in Florida anymore," My dad said. "They've been hunting it for a week with no luck. I thought i'd help."
"Be careful," I said.
"Always am," He said.
"And, uh, thanks for the tires, Charlie," I say, smiling awkwardly.
He nods and drives off.
...
"...and yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway, and they need a guy to help choose the music. I need your playlist," Chris said, walking me into Biology class.
"We-"
"Come on, Ms. Florida, give it up for the rain." Brad says, shaking his wet baseball cap on my head.
"Terrific," I mumble. I brush off my hair, walking to my seat. I look up and stay frozen in my spot. Freddie's here.
I straighten myself, stalking over to him, dropping my books down confidently, ready to blow up at him any moment.
"Hello," He says, a little too proper if you ask me. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself. My name is Freddie Benson."
A/N: Ooh clff hanger. REVIEW, PLEASE!:D