Chapter 2 – The First Day of the New School Year
Amber waited with her eyes closed and her jaw clinched tight while she prepared the scrambled eggs in the frying pan. She waited for the yelling to start. Her girlfriend Samantha Puckett would be yelling at her soon due to her comment she just made about Sam seeing Carly on their first day of school. There was a lot of history between the two and a friendship that turned very sour last spring. So Amber waited and she did not have to wait long.
"What the fuck does that mean!" Sam yelled from her sitting position at the table. "Why should I care what that stuck up bitch thanks of me or how I look?"
Amber opened her eyes and saw the eggs were ready, just the way Sam liked them – a little runny, so she poured the eggs onto the two plates and grabbed the two pieces of toast from the toaster and started to spread butter on them. She purposely ignored Sam and started singing softly a tune from one of her favorite songs – "Bathwater" by No Doubt.
I like to wash in your old bathwater, Love to think you couldn't love another. I can't help it you're my kind woman. Haunted and adored by attractive women. Bountiful selection at your discretion, I know I'm diving into my own destruction. So why do I choose girls that are naughty? I don't fit in so why do you want me? And I know I can't tame you…but I just keep trying. 'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater, Love to think you couldn't love another. I can't help it you're my kind of woman.
"Well, Amber, answer me and don't play your fucking games this morning! I'm in no mood!"
Amber turned around holding a piece of toast in one hand and a knife with butter on it in the other. Her normally pale face was red with anger but she had a calm sound in her voice even if her eyes flashed with anger.
"Yeah, you made it clear this morning you were not in the mood and, Samantha; I have no idea what you mean by 'games'. The only game I wanted to play was in bed this morning and you declined that, so I have no idea what you are talking about. All I said was…" She stopped when Sam stood up and quickly walked over to her. Sam grabbed the girl's left arm, making her drop the knife, and gripped it hard. She squeezed and saw the anger in Amber's eyes turn to fright as the girls face twisted in pain.
"Owww…Sam…Samantha…your hurting me…let me go…owww…stop! I…I'm sorry…I only meant that y…you have not seen her or…owww…or talked to her all summer and…owww…stop…please…stop twisting…it hurts…I…I'm sorry." Amber pleaded as the pain in her arm got worse when the other girl twisted it more and more when she tried to apologize. It always surprised her how strong Sam was for her size as the girl gripped her arm tighter and twisted. Her eyes got watery due to the pain as she looked up at her girlfriend. Sam gave one more hard twist and let go.
"I'm not hungry anymore…I'm going outside to smoke so clean this shit up! We are leaving in about ten minutes. I need to stop by an ATM to get money for school shit and lunch. And how many times have I told you not to call me Samantha? How fucking many? I go by Sam!" Sam screamed at her girlfriend as she stormed from the kitchen.
Amber stood there with a scared look on her face but her eyes still blazed with anger. She glanced at her arm and saw Sam's fingerprints imprinted red on her arm. Maybe they want bruise, she thought and bent down and picked up the knife. She cleaned the kitchen, being no longer hungry herself. Yeah I pushed Sam…Samantha too hard this morning. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes, she thought while putting the dishes in the dish washer. She also called Sam by her full name ever since they officially met. Sam corrected her often when they first started dating, but it did not so any good and finally the blonde gave up and accepted it. Truth was she liked it when her girlfriend called her by her full name. Now the only time she corrected it was when she was mad. Amber knew Sam would get mad when she made the Carly comment and she did do it on purpose. But she should have known not to mention Carly to Sam. The girl still was hurt by the ending of that friendship. Amber understood hurt Sam felt about losing someone who she thought was to her for so long and who would accept her for who she was, which Carly obviously was not. That hurt Sam and it was one of the reasons why Amber hated Carly. The other being she was jealous of Carly and Sam's feelings for her. But that did not stop her from wanting her to get a feel for how her girlfriend still had feelings about Carly…and now she knew. Fuck you Carly Shay…I will not let you take her away from me! She thought as she picked up her purse and went to meet Sam outside singing the song again.
Sam was smoking and thinking of Amber's comment about Carly. She did have a nervous feeling in her stomach when she thought of seeing Carly at school. Chances are I will not even see her today, Sam thought and her stomach did a flip at the thought of not seeing her. I mean hell we are not going to be in the same classes. She takes those advance ones like Amber does. So Amber would see her before me…oh that would be fucking great…her and Amber in the same class. So maybe I won't see her today…'course she will be at assembly in her uniform cheering with her new friends in front of the school, but I could skip out on assembly. But…I want to see her if it is just to see if she still hates me for being gay. But could I take that? Could I take more rejection from her? And then there is Amber. God…I do care about her so much and yeah I love her. She is the perfect girlfriend and all I ever do is hurt her. I can see it in her eyes whenever Carly's name comes up. But…I want to see Carly…I need to know if I still feel the same way or if it is gone. I need to see if she still hates me. I need closure! Sam confused thoughts ran through her mind when she heard the front door shut. She looked up and saw Amber walking to her and the car. The girl was still rubbing her arm. Guilt ran through Sam's body. Guilt about the physical and emotional pain she sometimes caused her girlfriend. She tossed the cigarette to the ground and smiled at Amber.
"Hey, babe, ready to go?" She asked and Amber just nodded and walked to the passenger side of the car. The car was actually Amber's…well her bother's…and both girls loved the 1973 red Volkswagen Karmann Ghia Convertible. So cool and everyone thought both girls looked hot when they cruised in it. The car was old but in wonderful shape, her bother restored it completely and it looked new. Amber's bother gave it to her to take care of while he was gone, along with threats of death if anything happened to it. Amber tried to walk around the car, but Sam stepped in front of her.
"Amber…I'm sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. I just…I just did not like what you said about the Carly thing. I could care less if I see her today. I really…"
"You know, Samantha," Amber interrupted, "lying does not suit you at all. Its fine lets just go." The Goth girl sidestepped Sam and felt herself being pulled back by her arm, this time her girlfriend's grip was gentle. Sam turned her around and leaned in for a kiss only for Amber to turn her head.
"Yuck, you smell like cigarettes." She said and pulled herself lose and got into the car. She glanced at Sam when the other girl got in and slammed the driver side door shut hard. Amber saw the look in the blonde's eyes. She knew that look and knew not to press the issue, but damn it! She is not getting off that easy this time, Amber thought as Sam started the car and pulled out of the parking space. They drove in silence for about ten minutes when Amber stopped playing with the CD player. She knew it annoyed Sam when she kept changing CD's so she was doing it on purpose.
"You should quit, you know. It's bad for you and tastes awful when I kiss you." Amber broke the silence, but still would not look at her girlfriend. She kept her eyes on the road in front of her.
"What…oh yeah…the smoking thing, so does that mean you actually care about my health which means you care about me." Sam smirked.
"God…you are so impossible sometimes, you know that? Of course I care about you." Amber turned her head to face Sam. "When will you get it through your thick skull I love you, Samantha! I love you more than…more than I can express sometimes! You just don't talk about certain things to me and it bothers me! You close up and shut me out and that hurts. You have no idea how much do you? You have no idea how I feel when you shut down emotionally on me! It hurts Samantha, it hurts a great deal. And when you lie to me about wanting to see that bitch…I…ohhhh…just fuck it!"
Sam whipped the car into a parking lot and slammed on the breaks. She put the car in neutral and pulled the emergency brake up hard. She turned to Amber and her eyes were blazing with such fury that the other girl pressed herself against the passenger side door in fear.
"'Fuck it', well you must be mad to use such language. For a girl that hates to curse you have been doing it a lot today!" Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her anger calmed and she reached for Amber's hand. The other girl flinched at first and then allowed Sam to take her hand in hers.
"Amber, I know you love me and you express it very well…or you did last night…," Amber ignored her attempt at humor, "and yeah I was pissed about the Carly thing and you know I…I…what do you want from me, Amber? What is it I am supposed to do to show you I do love you? Tell me that! We basically live together; we have set up house together! Do you think I do that for just anyone? C..Carly hurt me Amber…don't look at me like that…I meant she hurt me as a friend. I thought she would accept me for who I am and she didn't. That fucking hurt! And you know that and you knew that before we started dating. I wish you would stop acting like this is the first you ever heard about my past with Carly!" Sam exclaimed. While she yelled it was not anger, but more pleading. Amber was shocked with the tone of her girlfriend's voice. Sam Puckett never pleaded.
"I know you love me, Samantha, but sometimes I am afraid I will lose you. There I said it! I am scared Samantha, scared that one day you will not love me the way I love you." Amber started to cry, "Samantha…can't you see that? You say you know how much I love you, but do you really? I don't…I don't want to lose you Samantha Puckett and the thought that I will scares me. I…I'm afraid that person will come back in your life and you won't…need me anymore. Even if she comes back in your life as a friend you won't need me to…to be there for you and…" Amber started crying more and put her hands to her face. She felt her body being pulled forward and when she dropped her hands her lips were crushed by Sam's.
After a long passionate kiss, Sam broke from her girlfriend and smiled. Amber snuggled her head into Sam's neck and let out a small moan. "I'll make a deal with you. If we see her today I will not talk to her…first. If she tries to talk to me then I will see where we stand." Sam whispered on her ear.
Amber pulled back and bit her lower lip. "Promise?"
"Yeah, silly, I promise. Now I need to run to the ATM. You umm…may want to check your makeup. It ran and you look like a raccoon." Sam laughed.
"Ohhhh…it's your fault you know. If you were a better girlfriend I would not have to have these crying fits. And tomorrow I am picking your clothes for school and you are wearing makeup." Amber said with a mischievous smile on her lips. Sam very rarely wore makeup and it suited her. Amber thought she really did not need any; she just had a naturally pretty face and good complexion.
"God, talk about being impossible." Sam said with a smile and got out of the car.
"I love you, Samantha Puckett, a great deal and I do love to wash in your old bathwater." Amber whispered as she watched her girlfriend walk to the ATM. She pulled down the vanity mirror and sighed. The Goth then pulled her purse from the floor of the car and pulled out her makeup and some tissue. When Sam got back in the car Amber was looking as good as she did when they left the house. Amber looked at Sam.
"So…am I presentable now?" She asked and Sam chuckled.
"You are such a girl…but yeah you look great...as usual." Sam always teased Amber about being such a girlie girl. Sam teased her, but she liked it. She liked that Amber was articulate when it came to her makeup and the way she dressed. The only time Sam ever so her wear pants was when she was working at that coffee shop. Amber said she detested wearing pants. Sam like the girls mannerisms, she was very lady like even when she did the little things like sitting down. Not that Amber was a girl obsessed with her looks; she was not in the least. She just had class and style and Sam liked that about her.
Amber smiled, "Well, Samantha Puckett, it would do you good to be more girlie you know." Sam laughed aloud. The two girls made small talk about the up coming school year as they rode to school.
Amber and Sam were standing (well Sam kneeling and Amber standing) by Sam's locker, Amber's was down the hall a little, and Sam was shoving her back pack in the locker with little success. She was vaguely listening to Amber who was rattling on and on about her class schedule. Sam thought it strange for someone who was teased and at time cruelly tormented all through high school and called a freak since her freshman year, Amber loved school. She was smart, very smart, and would have been the class valedictorian but of course with school politics involved and considering the popular kids and even a good bit if the faculty thought she was a freak, a couple of teachers last year gave her a "A-'s" last year so her grade point average would drop and Misty Shepard would most likely be the valedictorian. They did not think it would look good for a Goth girl to give the speech on graduation day. Not that Amber cared since her SAT scores would get her into any school in the country with an academic scholarship. Funny thing was Sam and Amber never talked about college. She knew Amber wanted to go to college but always avoided the subject when it was brought up. Sam knew the reason why, there was no way Sam could go to any of the schools that Amber would be accepted to. Not that Sam was dumb, she wasn't in the least. She just did not care. Her grades did improve a lot the end of last school year, but that was because Amber pushed her and made her study. She hated school but it did feel good to see the teacher's surprised look when she pulled a "B" or an "A" on a test. But she did not see college in her future.
At times she wanted to go so she would not end up like most of her family, barely getting by in life, but she new that was a pipe dream. Even if she had good grades there was no way she could afford it. Sam also knew Amber saw this and it made the Goth girl sad so the subject was avoided. She gave her back pack another shove and tuned Amber back in.
"…and after lunch I have a free period and then that new class. You know, the creative writing one I have been dying to get into. It's college level and the first year they are offering it. It will be great. What about you? What classes do you have? And I swear if you signed up for all fluff classes I am going to kill you. I want you to take at least two advance classes." Amber said and then giggled when Sam's back pack came spilling out of her locker and some of it's contents scattered on the floor. Sam cursed loudly and looked up in time to see Amber wrinkle her nose, which she almost always did when Sam swore. Sam thought it was cute.
"I swear, Samantha, I have no idea why you carry that thing. It's tacky." Amber said with another giggle.
Sam looked up and grinned, "Maybe I have secret things in here I like to carry around. Like some fun sex toys to use on you when I ravish you during your free period. Of course I would have to skip Shop class…don't look at me like that, yeah I'm taking shop but I did sign up for advance English and Geometry. I am going to need your help with those…why I ever let you talk me into those classes…what's wrong, hun?" Sam asked when she saw the embarrassed smile, due to the sex comment, vanish from Amber's face as she looked up the hall.
"Damn, here comes the Queen of Diamonds and her flush gang." Amber said. Sam did not have to look around to see who it was. She knew Amber's nick name for Tiffany Ambrose and the other three cheerleaders she hung out with. These four were the most popular and prettiest (in their minds) girls in school. And worse, one of the flush gang would be Carly Shay. Sam stood up, holding her back pack in one hand and a book in the other. She turned to see the group walking…strutting actually…down the hall and right to them! All four in their skimpy cheerleading uniforms.
Tiffany Ambrose was their leader. She was tall, tan, and beautiful. Her red hair fell straight down past her shoulders. Her body looked perfect under her skimpy cheerleading uniform. Amber thought Tiffany had the best legs in the school. They were long and tan. Not only did Tiffany have the looks and popularity but her father was a very wealthy man. She was a first class bitch! Walking to the leader's right was Maria Famosa.
Maria was very pretty in an exotic way. Her Latino decent showed in her black hair that she wore up in a stylish bun and her brown eyes and natural tan skin. Amber liked to fantasize the girl was the daughter of a Mexican drug lord and one day the whole family would be killed in a drug war. Mean thought, sure it was; but Maria was the cruelest of the group and the one who tormented Amber and her friends the worse. Two years ago Maria pulled a very cruel prank on one of Amber's best Goth friends which humiliated the poor girl in front of half the school. It took her friend two weeks in the IC ward of the hospital and over a year in mental hospital to recover from her suicide attempt. When she was released from the hospital their family moved and Amber never heard from her friend again. Maria never apologized to anyone and was heard making humorous comments about the act. Amber also hated the girl because after the incident Amber was the only one in the school to confront the other girl and got her butt kicked very badly by Maria. To the Goth girl the Mexican drug lord thing was an entertaining fantasy, Maria was Cuban and her family had been almost like royalty there until her great grand parents fled the country when Castro took over.
On Tiffany's left was Keisha Montrose. Of course like the others, Keisha was very pretty and the shortest of the group with the most developed body in the school. Her breasts were large (and for the lucky few who saw and felt them very firm) and her butt was round and tight and her waist thin and fit. When she wore her cheerleading uniform you could see her abs were well defined and rock hard. Keisha prided herself on her body and worked out constantly. She had smooth almost glistening dark brown skin to show her African American heritage and well toned leg and arm muscles. Like Maria, she wore her black hair up in a bun and showed off her long sensual neck. Of the four, Amber thought Keisha was the nicest of the group when she was away from the others. Amber and the beautiful black girl also had a past, something Amber knew that could destroy the girl's world…if anyone believed her. But it was something the Goth would not use. She had too much class. Behind the group and by far the prettiest of the four was Cary Shay.
Tall, lovely, graceful, charming and perfect, Carly walked with them but she did not strut like the rest of the group. Her long thick lovely black hair bounced when she walked. She seemed to glide like a ballroom dancer as she followed her friends. Another thing that set Carly apart from her stuck up friends was the look on her face. Where the others all had a superior look when they glanced at the other students, Carly's look was actually friendly and her smile sincere. Amber thought she seemed out of place with the others. God, I hate that girl! Why does she have to be so fucking perfect! Amber thought and looked back at Carly. There were a number of reasons why she hated Carly, how she hurt Sam when she ended their friendship when Sam told her she was gay, the way she never defended Sam when her stuck up friends teased Sam about her sexual preference, and of course she was extremely jealous of Carly. That was why she hated Carly the most…well the second reason why. The first was the way she hurt Sam. Amber had never been jealous of anyone in her life. Even when she was dating other girls and the occasional boy thrown in, she never got jealous of their friends or even past lovers. But the jealousy she felt for Carly consumed her sometimes and she hated that feeling. She hated being jealous of another girl and she hated Carly for making her feel that way.
Amber also knew from events of last school year when she and Sam started dating, Carly hated her as well. Something that went back to their freshman year, both girls just did not click even back then. Some people have told Amber it was the first time anyone ever heard Carly curse; the day in the cafeteria when the two got into an argument, one that Amber started when she confronted the beautiful brunette on the way she treated Sam, and Carly called her a "Fucking freak whore". The two did not get along at all. Still she may hate the girl, but she had to admit in bitterness, Carly Shay was the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. And I hate that bitch for that as well, Amber thought as the group got closer. She glanced at Sam, who looked back at her, and smiled. Sam just shrugged her shoulders and turned to focus on her locker again. Amber saw the look in Sam's eyes when she saw Carly and the pain she saw made her once more think about how she hated that girl. The ironic thing is…if Carly would have stayed Sam's friend we would never have a relationship, she thought briefly. She smiled down at Sam once more and then bent down to help her girlfriend pick up the contents of her back pack.
Amber went to pick up a piece of paper that had spilled out of Sam's pack, it looked like her class schedule, when a small foot wearing blemish free white tennis shoes stepped on the paper. Amber glanced up and saw Maria evilly grinning down at her.
"What's up, dykey?" She asked coldly
"You are standing on my paper. Would you please remove your foot?" Amber answered calmly.
Amber saw Sam stand up out of the corner of her eye and hoped her girlfriend could keep her terrible and well known temper under control. A fight on the first day of school would get her suspended. Amber stood up and the mean cheerleader used the moment to slide the paper with her foot and she picked it up and read over it.
"Ummm…this can't be your class schedule, freak, not enough nerdy classes on it. Let's see…ummm oh look shop class…must be yours Sam. Only trashy girls and dykes take shop. And you fit the bill twice. A trashy dyke." The other cheerleaders laughed, except Amber noticed Carly. She just stood there with a strange look on her face and her eyes on Sam.
"Give me the paper, bitch, or I am going to kick your Cuban ass!" Sam retorted and stepped forward. Amber smiled faintly as she noticed not only Maria but Tiffany and Keisha take half a step back while Carly just stood there. The Goth was somewhat pleased they were afraid of Sam, but she still grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her back. She hated fights.
"Their not worth it, Sam, their not worth getting suspended for," Amber looked at Maria, who was still smiling, "give me the paper Maria and leave us alone."
Tiffany spoke as Maria fanned her face with the schedule, "Ohhh…defending your girlfriend…how sweet. Best be careful, freak, Maria kicked your ass before and she can do it again. You should let Sam do your fighting for you. Hell she dresses like a boy and acts like one and I bet she fights like one too. Umm…tell me, Amber Freak, does she fuck like one as well? Does she have a big fat dick in those shorts? Or does she use a fake on you? No…I bet it is real, I bet she had one surgically attached this summer. Tell me Sam, does that mean you have to use the boy's bathroom now? Can you stand while you piss? I wonder if it is big enough to fill your skanky hole, Amber, or is your cunt still to big to be filled? " The girls laughed again and once again Carly remained silent.
"Tiffany, I am going to kick your fucking ass…let go Amber!" Sam exclaimed and it took both hands and what little strength Amber had to restrain Sam. A small crowd began to gather, which meant a teacher was soon to follow.
Amber, standing in front of Sam and trying to push her back, turned her head to the cheerleaders. "Please, Tiffany, just go…give me her schedule and leave us alone." Amber said with a hint of pleading in her voice.
"Awww…is the baby going to cry now. You know, Amber, I would like to see your cry again. The last time was when Maria was on top of you slamming your head on the cafeteria floor. I always wandered if that got you excited. You got to admit Maria is not like the normal dyke skanks you've fucked. Having a hot girl on you must have been a turn on, huh? Tell you what, lesbo, you get on your knees and say please and you get the schedule back." Again the laughter and this time Cary Shay did smile.
"Amber, don't you dare!" Sam screamed and almost broke loose and would have if another set of hands had not grabbed her and pushed her back into the lockers with a bang.
"What the hell! Sam Puckett, clam down!" It was Jason Miller. He was a senior and star football payer for the school and also Maria Fomosa's boyfriend. Besides that last fact he was a pretty decent guy. Tall, handsome, and very popular; Jason and Amber knew each other since they were like three. Jason's older brother was Amber's older brother's best friend. They even joined the Marines together, but he was killed in Iraq. Patrick (Amber's brother) took his friends death very hard. That was one of the reason's he left the military and worked on the oil rigs. Amber and Jason went way back and played together when they were little and annoyed their older brothers to no end. Jason was actually the first boy Amber had kissed in a passionate way when they were both eleven. They both took it very casual and it only happened that one time and it was never mentioned again. They drifted apart in the high school crowd, but Jason still had a soft spot for Amber remembering their past friendship and was about the only popular kid that never ridiculed her and even defended her at times to his friends. Yeah, he was a pretty decent guy.
Sam struggled to no end and called Jason quite a few names that made Amber winkle her nose in displeasure, but he was way to strong for her. He looked over his shoulder at the other girl's. It was Maria who spoke first.
"Oh, Jason honey, I am so glad you showed up. That dyke bitch there was going to hurt me. All I was going to do was give her back this paper she dropped and she got violent." His girlfriend sounded like she was going to cry.
"You lying, whore, I am going to…ouch that hurt, dude." Sam said as Jason pushed her harder against the locker to restrain her. He turned when he felt a soft touch on his elbow.
"Jason, let her go ok…your hurting her." Amber said softly and with concern in her voice. Jason smiled at her and turned to Sam.
"Ok, Puckett, I'm going to let you go, but you promise not to do anything ok?"
"Ok, Ok…just chill, man." Sam said as Jason let her go. He then grabbed the paper from Maria's hand and gave it back to Amber. Jason turned to Maria.
"Ok, Maria, you go to…and next time I may not be there when Puckett decides to kick your ass, so I would be careful who you call a dyke and who you and your friends decide to pick on." Maria gave him a hard look and turned to her friends in a huff. The Queen and her court were about to leave when Keisha turned to Amber.
"Oh, by the way, dyke freak, you owe us...we'll collect it soon." The black girl said.
Amber smiled, she was afraid of what almost happened but she kept her cool. "Sure, Keisha, fifth period I have Advance World History, stop by. I think you would find it very interesting today. We are going to be studying the Greek Island of Lesbos and the Greek poet Sappho." Keish'a eyes grew wide and then she turned and all four cheerleaders walked away.
No one else understood Amber's pun but her and Keisha. Last school year, Amber got roped into being on the decorating committee for the Homecoming Dance by a friend of hers who had a crush on some boy. Keisha of course was on the committee along with all the other cheerleaders. Amber and Keisha were the only two working on the archway decoration one night away from the others. Keisha ignored the Goth girl even when Amber tried to make friendly conversation, but she kept glancing at Amber in a way the Goth found curious. They were done and saw it was late and no one else was in the gym. To Amber's shock, the beautiful black cheerleader grabbed her by the hand and dragged her into the girl's locker room without a word except "Follow me". Once in the locker room Keisha kissed her and Amber responded and after a short period Keisha ended up naked on her back, her toned legs spread wide, and laying on a tumble matt with Amber half dressed and her head between the smooth black well toned thighs. Amber licked and sucked the girl's pussy and clit and even rimmed her ass while Keisha held the Goth's head tight by her hair and screamed over and over and called Amber names like whore and bitch and slut. Keisha came with what Amber knew was a powerful orgasm and then when her pleasure slated she jumped up, got dressed quickly, and told Amber if she ever breathed a word about what happened to anyone she would kill the "freak". Amber had no intention of telling anyone, she did not kiss and tell. Keisha called Amber a dyke and ran from the locker room. Amber was disappointed the black girl did not even have the courtesy to return the favor and allow her to cum. Amber never told anyone what had happened. She did not think Keisha was gay or bi, but just experimenting and then got ashamed she enjoyed it.
Amber turned to Jason, "Thanks, Jason…that was about to get out of hand."
Jason looked over Amber with a smile and then at Sam. "You, know dude, I could have taken care of it. I didn't need your help!" Sam said harshly and kicked her locker.
"Yeah I know, Puckett. You could have kicked all three of their butts one on one, but I was worried about Amber not you. While you were beating Tiffany, Maria would have been beating Amber. She has something against you, Amber, ever since last year with the Kim thing. Well, I gotta go…she is going to be pissed and I am going to need all my manly charm to get her to forgive me." Jason turned to leave.
"Hey, Jason, why do you like her?" Amber asked, "She is such a mean bitch."
Jason smiled, "She's not that bad Amber…really. She just hates you for some reason. She never got over last year when you and her got into that fight and she holds a grudge."
"I don't see why she can't get over it; I mean she was kicking my ass before it was broken up. She clearly won."
Jason laughed, "Yeah, but some kids still call her pasta girl and remember when they sent her photo all over the school with her head draped with noodles. She won't forget that and feels she still owes you. Just be careful with her ok, Amber. Sam and I won't always be there. Don't give her an excuse or taunt her." Jason nodded his head to Sam and walked after his girlfriend.
"He's pretty cool and you should listen to him, Amber. We won't have many classes together this year and if you see that bitch walking down the hall step to the other side and avoid her. And don't let that mouth of your get out of hand. Sometimes it can get you into trouble." Sam said as she finally got her pack in her locker.
Amber smiled at her girlfriend, "Yes, dear, I promise." She teased with a flirtatious smile. "Umm…did you get any closure with Carly…I mean she just damn stood there! I cannot believe she did not say anything!" Amber said, her anger rising.
Sam's eyes blazed with anger as she looked at Amber, "Not now, Amber…but yeah I think I had some questions answered today. She made it clear in her silence how she felt." Sam's eyes softened into sadness and she looked at her feet, "I guess…guess I did not mean anything to her after all." She whispered. She looked up and smiled when Amber placed her hand in hers and squeezed softly.
"Come…we don't want to be late to homeroom." Sam said and the two were about to walk to class when she heard Amber cry out, "Damn!"
"What's wrong?" Sam asked with a little concern in her voice and turned to Amber, who had stopped in the middle of the hallway. She was looking at her hand.
Amber looked up and smiled with a blush, "I…I broke a nail." She said in an almost whisper.
Sam laughed, "God, you are such a priss. Come on, babe." The girls walked to class with smiles on their faces.
The song Amber was humming is named Bathwater by No Doubt. If you do not know the song, look it up and listen to it. Good song about the way Amber feels about Sam and their relationship. The phrase 'Love to wash in your old bathwater' is meant to mean accepting a lovers faults. It is one of my favs. Of course Amber changed 'Man' to 'Woman' to suit her needs