A/N: I love where the story takes off after this point... and thanks miss magic. I have never watched Hannah Montana. I don't want to get addicted to another show. :( Just look at my sad ff resume.
Thanks ClosetBrilliance, TiffanyM, zaria and miss magic for reviews on the last chapter.
Fluff ahoy! (well... not TOO much).
"I can't believe you got us suspended."
"Excuse me? You were pimping me in the halls!!! And I'm a first time offender, I shouldn't be treated like this."
"Perhaps. When's your mom gonna make the rush on that iced tea I ordered?"
Freddie sighed. Yeah, they deserved to get suspended but why did his mom think it was such a great idea for them to spend the next three days studying together? He would get more work done on his own, and seeing her just made him angry again. He'd tried so hard to suppress all the horrible things she'd done to him knowing that he might have to make up for it one year when he'd have to spend a fortune on psychological treatment for it. But he found he couldn't suppress it any longer… and now he was stuck having to keep his seething to himself for another day.
"I thought that you were concerned about what happened."
"That we were caught, yeah. But look at you, Mr Muscles," she joked, mockingly grabbing his bicep "who'd have thunk that you had it in you to put me on the floor. Too bad you lost so badly."
"I'd be up for a rematch any time" Freddie muttered under his breath.
Sam grabbed him and threw him down onto the floor beside the couch. "You wanted a rematch?"
His breathing grew heavy, THAT was unexpected. Not only that she heard him, but that she would risk beating him up in front of his mother. She had a challenging look in her eye, and he squinted and stared back at her, showing that he wasn't as easily intimidated as she thought. They continued to stare even until her eyes softened and her grip on him weakened. They didn't move even as he dropped his 'death stare' and his upper lip curled upwards in a smile. They continued to stare until he didn't know what came over him and why he didn't mind being pinned down all this time. They didn't move until they were interrupted by sounds of footsteps coming from the kitchen.
They scrambled back unto the couch, opening books upside down in their laps.
"Oh! Iced tea! My favorite!" Sam exclaimed, trying to act perky to throw Freddie's mom off the scent.
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