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chapter 2: introductions
NOTICE THIS NOTEY NOTE! –the English in italics is actually Spanish, but Freddie understands Spanish and I don't and some of you don't… soooo… yeah. ;) use your imaginations and believe it's in Spanish!
Freddie's POV:
I had every single stinkin' class with that guy. Principal Franklin set it up that way so I could translate for him. Principal Franklin didn't consider the fact that this guy's presence was a constant torture for me. Quitting? Not an option. I need this extra credit big time. You have no idea how hard it is to keep up with an A average when you have Sam to deal with. It has become her personal goal to ruin my perfect attendance record by tripping me, stealing my stuff, tying me up, and, well, anything else you could expect to pop into that psychotic mind of hers. It's also hard to keep up the brain power required for class when you're starving. Yup, no lunch for me. That girl is like a bottomless pit and apparently my tray is up for grabs. Speaking of Sam being a parasite on my life, guess who was trying to cheat off my paper right now?
She leaned at such a ridiculous angle see I was amazed that she didn't fall over. I looked up, how was Ms. Briggs not seeing this? I looked back down to my test to find something new. A message was written on the side margin in scrawled hand writing.
Freddork I need your help
I raised an eyebrow in interest and turned to the girl next to me. She gave me a look that wasn't as polite as her note. It wasn't "I need your help" it was "if you don't do whatever I tell you to do I'll tie you to the rail road tracks". I wrote under her message.
What is it?
I tilted my test towards her when Ms. Briggs wasn't looking. Sam took this as an opportunity to write down a few answers before replying.
translate for me, i wanna get something going with Adan
I felt my lip curl in a grimace. Sam is my friend, and I had practically already agreed to any help she needed (even if I complained) but not this. This was too much. I didn't know why it bothered me so much, and at the time, I didn't care. I searched for a reason to stop it.
What about Carly? Do you really want a repeat of the Shane situation?
I tapped my pencil against my desk in aggravation as I waited.
don't worry about it dork, i get Adan since she gets the new cashier at the groovy smoothie
I rolled my eyes. Why was I always finding myself involved in my girly best friends' business? And why was it suddenly okay to divide out guys like that? And why was I so upset about this? I mean, what if my mom was right? What if my face really could freeze like this?
Fine Puckett, I'll introduce you two after school.
And that was that. I had signed my death sentence. Because I had no idea at that moment what translating for Sam would entail.
AFTER SCHOOL
"Benson!" Her call seemed far away, but in about three seconds she was at my back.
"Geez Sam! Give me a heart attack!" I gripped my backpack which was falling off when I jumped three feet in the air.
"Oh come on, you prissy! It's time." her eyes were wide and full of intent. "He's right over there, now go." She pushed me forward towards the Spanish exchange student.
I internally groaned as I closed the distance between myself and Adan, Sam's hand pushing me all the way. I stepped up to him and she released me. Adan looked at both of us expectantly. After a while of me not saying anything Sam punched me in the arm. I recovered quickly, gave her a dirty look, and then addressed my obligation.
(reminder! The italics are supposed to be Spanish) "Adan, this is Sam. Sam, this is Adan" I grumbled.
"Hey" Sam greeted, shifting all her weight to one hip and raising an eyebrow.
"It is very nice to meet you Sam" he received, nodding his head once in her direction. I knew Sam didn't know what he said but she smirked like she did. His face molded into a smile that caused me to internally seethe. His eyes locked with hers for a sickening minute. I let the awkwardness overlap me because whenever I tried to leave Sam's claw of a hand came out and swung me back.
"Fredward, tell Adan I'll see him around" Sam commanded.
I turned towards him grudgingly, "Sam says see you later" I told him in Spanish.
He spoke to me, "I'm counting the minutes…" his eyes flickered back to her after the first word. He gave a parting smile then walked away.
Sam broke out in a series of victorious laughs and hollers, circling around to my front. Then she punched me a couple times in the shoulder in celebration. I clutched at my new wound. "Um, OW!" I tried to communicate my annoyance but apparently my signal wasn't reaching.
"What'd he say?" she persisted excitedly.
I sighed and opened my mouth to answer, and then I closed it again. The words lodged themselves in my throat as my hate blocked them. I went for a less repulsive answer, "He said goodbye" I told her, stomping away.
She sped to catch up with me, "Hey, wait up dweeb!" She grabbed my backpack and spun me back around. The dreamy look in her eye was replaced with her usual Sam irritation. "What'd you mean he just said 'goodbye'?" she demanded.
"I mean he said goodbye!" I barked back at her. A fire burned inside her, shooting out her eyes.
"Don't you lie to mama." She raised a threatening finger. Ugh, not the finger.
"Fine! He said 'I'm counting the minutes'." I mocked, rolling my eyes.
She chuckled a little, withdrawing into herself. "Oh yeah, we've got something" she grinned toothily and almost deviously. I watched her private celebration, trying to achieve eye contact once again.
"Hello? Sam! It's not that big a deal." I reminded, waving a hand in front of her face. I mean, they only said a few words to each other. And it wasn't even to each other; it was from me.
She challenged me with a glare, not saying anything. I took that as an opportunity to continue the rant in my head out loud, "A few smiles and looks and suddenly you're picking out wedding flowers?"
"Dude, what's your problem?" she scoffed.
I stopped the flow of bitterness right there. What was my problem? Why did I care so much? "I don't have a problem." I insisted defensively.
"Yeah, you do. I can tell by your red face and wrinkly forehead." She then proceeded to poke my head. I swatted her hand away.
"Stop it!" I grumbled, "Why do you care what my problem is?" I shot back at her.
"I don't." she replied scowling.
"Okay then." I huffed. We both turned away from each other swiftly, like we had just made an agreement, and walked away in opposite directions.
Man, that girl could push my buttons. She just… I mean, how could she… whoah, I forgot why I was mad. I stopped my stomping to think about that for a while. I was always getting angry at her so easily, but then I forget why in about ten minutes. She was just- so- IMPOSSIBLE! Ugh! Whatever. At least it was over with.
Or so I thought.
Sorry about the wait, but I was having trouble getting it going. And I was in a funk yesterday and couldn't write AT ALL. But sitting outside on a bench with an overhang, watching the birds, listening to the rain, and eating pineapple helped. Anyway, I'm back to writing! Woot!
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And check out iThink I'm Dreaming, it's good, believe me! I wasn't uber proud of the first two chapters, but I fixed it up by the third on!
ALSO! If you can't get enough Mixwe (which would be weird, but there's gotta be at least one crazy follower out there) then why don't you read Dabbles by Mixwe? It's just were I post little blobs of seddieness that just come out of me. It's a good way of unclogging my writing arteries. Ew, that sounded gross… anyway, READ!
