Chapter 3
Sam rolled her eyes at him, and turned back around. Freddie swallowed hard, licked his lips, and whispered, "I'll just have to convince her."
Freddie walked slowly into the room towards his stool, never taking his eyes off Sam. She went about setting her books on the lab table. Sam reached down and removed a paper bag from under her stool, and began unrolling the top. Freddie could just make out the t-shirt dressed pig and bacon strips on the 'Bacon, Eh!' label on the front. He watched as she pulled out a slice of Canadian bacon and tore it with her front teeth. Who wouldn't want to live with that?
Sam could feel his stare boring through her. She paused mid-chew to turn towards him. Mouth still full of mushed ham, she said, "What?"
"N-nothing," he stammered, shrugging his shoulders.
Sam glared at him, rolled up her bag, and stuffed it protectively under her arm. She finished chewing, swallowed hard, and turned back towards the front of the room as Mr. Henning entered.
The rest of the class was a blur for both of them. Sam kept sneaking slices of ham out of her bag with one hand, and as was typical for the blonde, doodled a picture of a hippopotamus doing inappropriate things to Freddie's shoes. Freddie, although trying to take notes and keep up with Mr. Henning's lastest ideas for keeping the school environmentally efficient, could concentrate on nothing but Sam.
When the hour was up, Sam tore the page with her drawing out of her notebook. She collected the rest of her things, and walked over to Freddie. Sam shoved the sheet at him and said, "Hey, Fredhead, look what I made for you."
Not realizing that the class was already over, Freddie was startled by Sam. He took the drawing from her and put it on top of the pile of his books. Picking the books up, he began to follow the other kids out of the classroom, specifically Sam. Gibby came up alongside of him and leaned over to peer at the drawing.
"Why is that hippo pouring lemonade into your shoes?"
Freddie glanced down quickly at the drawing, back up to make sure he didn't lose Sam in the crowd, and then back down, slowly comprehending Gibby's question.
"Sam drew it," he sighed. "I don't think it's lemonade."
Gibby blinked at the drawing a few times, then whispered, "Oh."
Freddie slowed down, and let Gibby continue on down the hall without him. He could make out Sam's blonde head far away down the other side amongst the others in the crowd. He decided not to go after her. Instead, he'd approach her after school…preferably somewhere more comfortable with fewer distractions...possibly within the safe confines of the Shays' apartment.
