Sam
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I walk into school with Carly by my side. I spot all the girls from my health class wearing an all white outfit. I look at Carly. She had done the same thing. I cock my eyebrow at her.
" It's a girl thing." She says. I don't blame her. I sort of went nuts with the white wedding thing as well. I put on a white halter top dress shirt. I threw on a pair of red converse and a gray sweatshirt. I look down at the unholy engagement ring. I moan.
" Hey Carly. Future Ms. Benson." Freddie says coming towards us. I slam my head on my locker door and hit my head on it repeatedly. I then feel my head hitting a text book. I continue.
" Come on Sam. I was only joking around." Freddie says putting his hand on my shoulder, pulling my head away from the text book. The text book falls in my hands. I clutch it. Freddie turns my body to him. He holds my head and rubs his thumb over the center of my forehead.
" Ow." I say in a low voice.
" Yeah, ow." Freddie says chuckling. It was then I noticed he was wearing dark jeans, a white shirt and one unholy black blazer. I look down at his feet, gray vans. I drop my head into his chest. I start to sulk.
" She hates this project." I hear Carly say. I feel Freddie's arms hold me.
" It's like I'm on MTV. Engaged and underaged!" I say. " Not to mention we've dressed like a perfect couple! I hate this so much!" I add over-exaggerating.
" Your not engaged for reals." Freddie says reassuring me as he rubs my back. I lift my head and back away from him. The bell rings and we all head to our classes. Later on that day, the eighth bell ringed mentally telling everyone to get to eighth period class. I bump into Freddie where we then walk to the heath room. We enter and see the unholiness that Mr. Z and Mrs. Villani thought would be awesome to do just for the fact we will be 'married' for a whole week. In front of the blackboard was…..it. It something I've only seen at a wedding. That sick twisted floral thing that creates an arch. I want to run away. I try to but Freddie grabs my arm before I could make a run. He guides me to my desk. I take a seat and look up at the aim. 'The Start of something New'. I hate High School Musical! I hit my head on the desk and keep it there.
It's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do,
Hey baby,
I think I want to marry you.
That horrible tune echoes the room making everyone stop talking. I look up and see Mr. Zemen in his priest outfit. You have got to be shitting me. I hit my head once again on my desk. I sulk again. I feel Freddie's hand rub my back.
" To make this quicker on the lesson. We will be doing this alphabetically by boy's last name. That means your up Benson." I hear Mr. Z say. I pick my head up and get out of my desk. He crosses off Benson from the list of boys on the blackboard. Freddie and I stand under the arch with Mr. Z right besides us.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice,
Who cares baby,
I think I want to marry you.
I hate Bruno Mars.
" Do you Samantha Puckett take Fredward Benson to be your partner for this project as long this week last?" Mr. Z says.
" Sam." I say.
" I'll take that as a yes." He says. " Do you Fredward Benson take Samantha Puckett to be your partner for this project as long this week last?" He adds. Freddie smirks at me.
" I do." Freddie says. I punch him in the arm. I take the gold ring from Mr.Z's hand and slip it on Freddie's marriage finger. Freddie slips off the engagement ring and slips on the gold band with a small little dimond. I could tell it was fake because it felt like those gold rings you got at Chili My Bowl in the princess box. I clutch my hand into a fist and then let my fingers spread out.
" I know pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Benson." Mr. Z says. I groan. Mrs. Benson. Ugh. I don't want to say it out loud.
" Don't kiss the bride." He adds. We both take our seats. I look down at the ring. It was giving me the death glare.
Your now permanently stuck with him. Fredward Leo Benson. And you, Samantha Benson. A whole week of being stuck next to him. Hand in hand, before you know it…..you will be holding a little Benson in your arms. Just think of it. You and Freddie. Together. Forever. Hahahaha!
It was a scary horrible voice that I have heard in a horror movie somewhere. I swear the diamond got eyes and stared at me for a good two minutes. The bell rings announcing that the class is over. I look up at the blackboard and see all the names crossed off. I've been staring at the ring for thirty minutes? No way.
" Sam." I hear. I look up and see Freddie. " It's friday. I highly doubt you want to be in school for a whole weekend." I get out of my seat and follow Freddie out of the classroom.
Freddie
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I open my locker and pull out my books for tonight's homework. I walk my way over to Carly and Sam.
" Hey guys." I say standing next to Sam. Carly starts hitting her head against her locker.
" She hates her partner." Sam says.
" I see." I say. Conor Foreman comes up to us.
" Are you guys going tonight?" He asks, more likely directing it to Sam and I.
" Going to what?" I ask back.
" Tyler Lenard is throwing a 'reception' at his house tonight because his parents are away for the weekend." He says smiling after saying 'reception'.
" Um. I don't really think I'm gonna be going." I say.
" It sounds like fun." Sam says. I look at Sam.
" Sam, we're not going to any 'reception'. You know what's gonna be there?" I say.
" Alcohol, drugs and sex." Conor says smiling. I give him the death glare and he walks away. Sam looks at me.
" I want to party. I want to get down, and just because I'm married to you. It doesn't change a thing." She replies.
" I'm married to Glenn Rockwell!" Carly exclaims. I take a step and take Carly in for a hug.
" It's okay." I say rubbing her back.
" Hey," Glenn says coming up to us. " Hands off my wife." I hear Carly sulk more. Glenn has light brown hair and hazel eyes not to mention he wears glasses. He pulls Carly off me and walks away with her.
" I feel so bad for her." I say.
" I still hate Bruno Mars." Sam says. What?
