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"Thinking"

Loud

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))))}~Mrs. Briggs P.O.V~{((((

She and Fredward got out of the room as soon as they could. Sam had yelled about how he owed her a ham for sorting out something for him, pulling him up roughly from his seat and pushing him in front of her. He headed quickly to the door complaining about it as Sam eagerly jabbed at him to move faster. Once near the door, she grabbed his arm jerking him back as she threw open the door and practically threw him out of it. She let out a strained chuckle as Carly, who had apparently waited for them, let out a startled gasp in the hall.

To everyone else in that room it was Sam being aggressive and just plain mean to Fredward.

It was such bullshit. She was trying to protect him from me.

She had sat to his right, but she had pushed him towards the left forcing him to take a path as far from my desk as she could get him. When they had gotten close to the desk, she pulled him back beside her effectively shielding him from me as they left the room.

I don't know what upsets me more. The fact that she went through all that trouble keeping Fredward away from me or the fact that she relented when he begged her to.

Sitting here at home in my favorite chair, my hand supporting my head as I lean against the armrest, I think about the whole altercation carefully.

She had been as defiant and strong as ever. Refusing my orders and insulting my person. I had felt a sense of thrill as she did, but then Fredward had to say something.

It had shocked her and I admit it shocked me as well. He had never taken such risks. He was normally too afraid to even look at me when I was upset.

The way he had said her name… loud enough to receive her notice. The way they stared at each other. The way he was concerned for her. The way no matter how hard the glare I gave her, her icy blue eyes always returned to his.

It was aggravating. My plan to distance her from him blew up right in my face.

In a way it was fitting. Sam doing what she always does. Defying me even if she doesn't know she is.

As I think it over, how would I distance her from her friends? I know for a fact that Carly had received slightly difficult homework to do. Normally she would rush home without waiting for Sam when that happened, but today she did.

Meaning that Sam had alerted Carly or Sam's demeanor had given Carly a reason to worry. If this is true, that Carly is worried, it will make it even harder to pull Sam away from her useless friends.

So what do I do? I can try to give her detention, but given what happened today she'll actually tryto avoid detention more than she already has. My choices are slim.

One; I try to swarm her with detentions until her friends distance herself from her. It's the least likely to work, due to the fact that Carly and Freddie have been Sam's friends for years now and because Sam would eventually see it for what it is. A tactic to put a rift between her and her friends.

Two; I swarm her friends with detention. It could work if they weren't so goody-goody. Carly and Freddie both are almost allergic to causing trouble, unless it's righting a wrong, or being disrespectful to teachers or students. Again, Sam would see through this idea as well.

I stop myself as I realize I'm being ridiculously mundane. I'm using what is set out right in front of me. I need to look out of the box. Find something that isn't right in front of me and use it.

Detention.

It's a punishment. A reprimand when someone does something wrong. Setting the offender who gets put there on edge and quite frankly makes them unavailable to almost any type of approach.

I sit for a moment contemplating, my pointer finger tapping against my cheek.

What if… what if instead of using a punishment… What if I use a sort of… reward?

Yes… that might just work.

If I do it right.

))))}~Carly's P.O.V~{((((

My brow furrows as I look over my work in my room. It's not right… not right. I glare at the paper in front of me almost willing it to tell me what I did wrong. My brain screams at me as I try to make it focus, but to no avail.

As my brother has told me many times before when I told him my focus was off 'Brains suck'. Yeah great advice… but it made me giggle at the time. Which I was grateful for.

Wait, wait, wait. What was I doing again?

Oh. Right; my homework. My eyes narrow once more at the paper. I lift my pen to write again. As I place it on the paper, I find it's out of ink. Great.

I get up to go downstairs and into the living room ignoring the T.V. with Sam sitting on the couch attacking some ham as I go to the drawer where we keep the pens.

None is there… I swore we stocked more than enough to keep us all pen'd up for years.

"Spencer!" I shout.

I hear a thud only to see him barge out his room. I stare in shock.

"Spencer!"

I hear Sam start to laugh. I wish I could find this funny. Maybe later.

"What's happenin' lil' sis?" He asks.

))))}~Normal P.O.V~{((((

"What's happenin'? You're covered in what I assume is my ink!" Carly shouts clearly annoyed.

Sam grins from her spot on the couch as she watches in amusement her chin resting on folded arms setting on top of the back of the couch.

Spencer was almost completely covered in ink. The only part of him that wasn't black with ink…was his eye balls.

Inked up Spencer looks down with a small grin playing on his face.

"Yeah well…" He looks back up, puts his hands behind his back and toes the ground with his foot. "I was working on this project. It was gonna be, like, a squid fountain sculpture thing shooting real ink. I kinda made a mistake with the piping in the sculpture and it shot ink everywhere."

Carly groans in frustration.

"Everywhere?"

Spencer stops all movement and his eyes widen as he remembers what took place in his room as if he was in a trance.

"Everywhere."

Putting her face in her hands, Carly lets out a strangled whine.

"Spencer." Carly removes her hands and glowers at Spencer. "Are you telling me you stole my pens and all the pens in the apartment in order to make a squid fountain?"

Spencer looks offended.

"I didn't steal your favorite pen. Just most of its ink."

The glare Carly gives Spencer makes Sam smirk.

"I'm…" Spencer begins. "I'm gonna go… clean my rooooooom now." He mutters as he backs up and retreats to his room.

Sighing Carly turns to Sam, who just smiled.

"I'm glad you enjoy my misfortune." Carly grumbles and shuffles over to the couch and plops down.

"Well it was kind of funny." Sam said as she moved to sit correctly on the couch.

Carly glares at Sam and folds her arms across her chest.

"Yeah well… my homework I guess isn't going to get done now."

Thinking of something, Carly looks to Sam with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Unless you have a pen in your backpack?"

Chuckling, Sam shakes her head.

"The only thing I have that could be used to write with is the sauce from my bag of ribs in there. Honestly Carls, you really think I carry pens with me?"

Sam gave a small apologetic smile at Carly's disappointed frown.

"Oh!" Carly exclaimed as she got her cell phone from her pocket. "I'll just text Freddie and ask for one. I'm sure he'll have one to spare."

The mention of Freddie's name caused Sam to become oddly quiet as she watched the T.V screen with renewed interest. Carly however saw the strange behavior.

"What… no 'of course he has one he's a nerd' comments, Sam?"

Seeing Sam's shrug made Carly set down her phone.

"… Sam what's up? Did something happen in detention?"

The word detention made Sam sigh.

"You could say that."

Carly scooted closer to Sam on the couch, worry clearly evident on her face.

"What happened?"

))))}~Freddie's P.O.V~{((((

As I sat in my room trying to do my work, my mind can't stop thinking about what happened in detention.

I hate admitting this, but Sam was right.

Mrs. Briggs was acting very strange. I don't think I have ever seen a look like that from anyone. Much less a teacher.

I had surprised myself when I said something to Sam about her cell phone. I was so worried Mrs. Briggs was going to flip, but I had found myself more worried about Sam.

How did things get so bad? How did Mrs. Briggs start being so weird about this thing with Sam?

I guess I can understand the need or the desire to catch Sam. Sam had gotten more sophisticated and careful with her pranks. Which I imagine came about because of Carly getting so upset after Sam almost got expelled.

It was pretty bad. Sam had done something and the teachers found out and had proof because Sam wasn't really careful about the whole thing. The idea that Sam wouldn't be able to graduate with us or at all sent Carly into tears.

It was sad and amazing. Seeing Carly cry like she did made Sam almost crumple. I think if Carly asked for something Sam would have done whatever she wanted. Sam tried not to do anything for a day or so, she really did. It was funny seeing her miss an opportunity to prank a teacher. It reminded me of when she couldn't insult me.

However, Sam knew she wouldn't be able to not prank or cause trouble for long. So, after telling Carly, she completely changed how she went about her pranks. I found myself being shocked at what she did.

Sam did something I or no one expected.

She planned ahead.

At first it was rocky. She hated not being able to make it up as she went, or not as much as she liked to anyway, but over time and a few narrow misses she got used to it. Once she did though, the results were incredible.

After a few weeks, the things she pulled and the way she did it were amazing. No one could catch her. She would have a prank in the works while committing one and having one being thought out. I once got to see how she did it.

I was so impressed.

So impressed in fact that Sam even got me to help. Although I resisted at first, but once Sam decides you're gonna do something… you are going to do it.

Despite how I deplore causing trouble, I found myself having fun and it was interesting to see how Sam's mind works. While trying to place some of the things for her prank, I made a mistake and we had almost gotten caught, but her quick thinking saved us from my error. Sadly though, she did make sure to slap me over the head and give me a few harsh words once we were safe from being caught.

I use to think that Sam, for a lack of a better word, was unintelligent. I mean most of the time she would sleep through a class or half ass everything she did, but the way she thought up pranks and other unsavory type deals clearly showed that wasn't the case.

Maybe all of this is why Mrs. Briggs is so set on her? Because Sam is putting actual effort into her "work"? It does seem plausible…

A soft hum distracts me. My cell.

As I pick it up, I see the time. I had sat down at my desk an hour ago but haven't written a single line on my paper. I stop before opening the text I had received from Carly.

Carly.

It used to be I'd think about my life plan with Carly while doing homework and humming happily to myself and be done in a short amount of time. My record was an hour and thirty six minutes, but I had been sitting here an hour thinking about that blonde demon and couldn't work on my paper at all?

I shake my head. Even when Sam isn't here, she's messing with me. I sigh as I open my text.

'OMG spence used all my pens can u spare 1 pls?' I can't fight the smirk as I read the rest. 'akjsiqb02' obvious sign of a struggle on Carly's part. Then the last part: 'bring ham nerd' complete with an evil looking smiley face.

I grab my homework figuring I might have more luck trying to finish it there then here. By finish… I suppose I mean start it. I grab the pen I was using, one more for Carly and one for Sam to throw back at me for even suggesting she do her schoolwork for once.

Hopefully all this stuff with Mrs. Briggs will pass before I end up losing my mind.

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