A/N: Hello everyone, I know I have been missing in the game, but I'm back. Sorry this took so long. I have been really busy, but it gave me a chance to rework some stuff. I have heard all of your request, and I have tried to work some stuff for you guys. The main one being is giving you a look into Freddie's mind and whats going when Sam isn't around. I was going to wait til we got deeper in but I figured yall deserved it. Now, as for Sam's old friends, they are needed for a reason. Everything that has been mentioned thus far plays an important part for a reason. As for Sam's friends, she can't let that side of her life go. They are like family to her, but as she you see the only one that is mentioned all the time is Jessica and that's because she is the voice of reason for Sam on that side.

So enough rambling, I hope you enjoy. Review please!

Chapter 10

"You…. Demon possessed kids." Mr. Howard shouted as he rolled out of the room after being glued to the chair.

We all couldn't stop laughing, after he left the room Carly looked my way and gave me the look.

I threw my arms up in defeat. "I swear it wasn't me."

"Yeah right, who else would be crazy enough to put super glue on a teacher's chair?" Carly asked.

Gibby ran up to where Carly and I were sitting. "Hey Sam, that was an awesome idea thanks for it." He said giving me a knuckle touch.

"Anytime Gib… anytime." I said leaning back with my hands behind my head. Carly's look intensified.

"What, I didn't do anything I just gave him the idea." I said.

"Yeah, a completely evil idea," Carly said.

I grasped my chest and let out a fake sniff. "Why Carly… that is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me." I stated before laughing.

"It's not funny Sam." She claimed as the lunch bell rang. "What if they trace the idea back to you?"

"First of all, super gluing a teacher is not suspension worthy. Two, Gibby knows what will happen if he rats me out." I said wrapping my arm around his neck. "Right Cornelius?"

"So, so many ways to torture a human body," He said before his look darkened. He looked at Carly. "She should be locked up, for real."

I pushed him away from us. "Thanks Gibs."

Carly rolled her eyes. "Anyways, what are you doing this weekend? I figured me and you could hangout or something." Carly said as we made our way to the cafeteria.

"Eh, I can't. I have an unwanted reunion this weekend with my dad." I said making a face.

"Oh, why is your dad coming?" She asked.

"To congratulate me for living up to the Puckett name," I was still very pissed about him coming up here, but I was trying to keep it far out of my mind.

"Wow, I'm sorry. I know you're not a big fan of his." She said.

Us talking about my so called "dad" made me think of the one question that had been on my mind all weekend.

"Hey Carls, What happened to Freddie's dad?" I asked. My question caused her to go wide eyed, and stop before we hit the cafeteria doors.

"Um, why do you ask?" She said looking around as if to make sure no one was listening.

"Just curious because something he said to me the other day." I answered back.

She sighed and grabbed my hand. "Come with me." She said pulling me towards the gyms. When we reached the sports trophy cases she stopped "Look, sorry for acting like that, but Freddie doesn't like talking about his dad. He'll be pissed if he finds out I'm even telling you."

"Okay," I said confused. "What happened?" She pointed to a picture that had to be from eighties. "3 times All American Daniel Lee Benson" I read the inscription out loud.

"So he was a good football player?" I asked trying to see where this was all going.

"Try the best to ever come out of Ridgeway high. Three championships under his belt, and he broke four records; some of which are still unbroken."

"So," I stated beckoning her to continue.

"Well he and Freddie's mom Marissa were high school sweethearts. I'm talking completely in love. She was the head cheerleader and he was the star quarterback. They ended up getting married right out of high school. It was what seemed like a happy ending and for awhile it was. Then, he got drafted to the Seattle Seahawks." She said her face turned into a slight frown.

"What was so bad about him getting drafted?"

"Things changed, people were always in his ear and it took a toll on their marriage. They divorced after his first year in the league. The same year Freddie was born."

"Damn, that sucks." I took in everything they said, but one major point stood out to me. "Hey, I don't watch football, but I usually hear about famous players. So, why haven't I heard of a Daniel Benson?"

"Because, he left the game after three seasons, he found out he had cancer." She answered back. "He quit to spend the rest of his life getting to know his son. He tried to get Ms. Benson back, but it was too late. Even though he missed the first three years of Freddie's life, he loved them very much. And when he quit football he was always around. He never missed anything Freddie was in science fair or spelling bee. He lived way longer than the doctors thought he would live. He died when Freddie was 12 years old."

I was speechless. Freddie's father had died after a long battle with cancer. After, a professional career had ruined his marriage. Was that what Freddie meant by he knew all to well how important forgiving my dad was.

"That's why he plays football." Carly said bringing me out of my thoughts.

I came out of my thoughts. I didn't even realize Carly was still talking. "What was that?"

"Freddie, that's why he plays football, in the memory of his father," Carly said as we headed back to the cafeteria.

"Really?" I asked. I really shouldn't be surprised, but after the history of Freddie's life Carly had just told me and the fact that football was what caused his parents to call it quits, I was a little surprised.

"Yeah, Freddie wasn't really into sports. Like, he went to games in middle school, and watched them with his dad, but he never wanted to play. Not until his dad passed, then when we got here to high school he announced he was trying out. I think he's trying to keep his father's legacy alive. His mother hates it though. She hasn't even been to one of his games."

"Are you serious?" This was a lot of information to take in. When I asked about Freddie's dad I wasn't expecting all of this.

"Oh yeah, she calls it an evil sport that doesn't do anything besides cause injuries and rip families apart. Freddie didn't even tell her that he was playing for the first year. He just forged the release form, and prayed she wouldn't find out." Carly laughed.

I laughed too. "Wow, Freddie did something bad in his life. I can't believe it."

"She went ballistic when she found. She was already crazy Ms. Benson to me before, but after that I saw her on an whole new level. She was cussing him out Sam. I had never heard her cuss before." Her laugh died. "But, after Freddie told her that he needed to do it in honor of his father, she didn't try to stop him."

"Wow, I see why he's doing it I guess." I told her as we approached the cafeteria doors.

"Yeah, but Sam you can't tell him I told you all of this. He doesn't like to even think about it. The only people who really knew everything that went down are Gibby, Wes, and I. He literally threw a fit when we told Brad last year and didn't talk to any of us for like a month." Carly said with a really serious look. I had never seen her look so intense.

"Yeah, I got it." I said. She nodded her head at me and we headed into the cafeteria. The girls were already sitting at the table and they waved us over.

"Where the hell have you guys been?" Wendy asked as we sat down.

"I forgot my phone in the classroom and Sam went with me to go get it." Carly said.

"Yeah," I commented still thinking of everything Sam had just told me. I looked around and my eyes landed on Freddie sitting at the football table with Valerie in his lap. I wanted to throw up. I tried to keep from making a face, but I couldn't contain it, or the churning in my stomach that started when they began to make out in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Hey Sam," I jumped at my name causing the girls to look at me in a confused manor. "Are you alright?" Carly continued following to where my gaze had landed earlier.

I quickly caught her attention by answering her question. "Yeah, just a little nauseous it must have been that burrito I had this morning." Carly gave me a look that screamed 'I don't believe you' as her gaze flew between me and Freddie. I quickly stood up. "Um, I'm going to go to the nurse and lay down for a minute. I'll see you guys later." I said. I didn't know why I was feeling this way but I had to get out of this cafeteria now.

Freddie caught me looking at them as I made my way to the exit. He quickly stopped the lip action between him and Valerie. His mouth made the word stop, and she looked confused before following his gaze after his left me. She looked back at Freddie with a death glare, then back to me. She sent me a huge condescending smile as she scooted even closer to Freddie before waving at me.

I wanted to grab her by her hair and fling her to the other side of the cafeteria where I would proceed to stomping up and down on her fucking face, but instead I took the high road and flipped her off.

Her smile quickly turned into a death glare which caused me to smile, and I walked out of the cafeteria. As I left all I heard was a piercing scream that was followed by "you're such an asshole Freddie Benson."

I smiled even harder at the rise that was brought out of Valerie.

*Freddie's POV*

*Later that night*

"Freddie we have plenty of time before my mom gets home." Valerie whined as she nibbled on my ear. She was straddling my lap as we sat on her couch in the den. She was supposed to be babysitting if I knew that I wouldn't have come. Her little brother was upstairs she had bribed him with a 2 lb bag of candy to stay in there and watch all his movies without coming out for anything. With his movie collection he could be in there for days.

I had come over to apologize for whatever it was that had made her mad at lunch. One minute we were kissing and then I told her to cool it because everyone was starring and it had resulted in me being an asshole. She didn't even look my way for the rest of the day. I felt bad, so I ran to the store and bought her an "I'm Sorry" bear than came straight here.

She forgave me, but now she wanted to have sex, to prove that we were made up, but I'm just not in the mood. Let's just say it's hard to be in the mood when your girlfriends little brother is in the other room. That was my excuse and I was sticking with it, although she wasn't hearing it.

"Val, for the last time, not with your little brother here," I said trying to keep her from undoing my belt like she was trying to.

"I'll beg. I know how much you love that." She said still straddling me while she pulled of her tank leaving her in nothing but her tiny cheer shorts and her black see-through bra. Normally by this point I would've thrown on the couch and fucked her senseless, but I still wasn't feeling it.

"Sorry babe, I'm just not in the mood." Me saying that caught her attention. She pulled back away from my neck and starred at me.

"I'm sorry?" She asked.

"I'm not in the mood." I repeated again just like I did before. I didn't expect it to piss her off, but it did.

"Unbelievable," she said as she climbed off my lap, and put her tank back on. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." She all but screamed.

"What?" I asked.

"You're sleeping with that bitchy gank!" She claimed a little louder. I was taken back.

"WOAHHH, where the hell did that come from? And what bitchy gank?" I asked confused.

"Freddie, we have been together for almost three years. You have never not been in the mood. I never had to try this damn hard to get you to fuck me." She whined. I was really confused. "All of this weird behavior could only mean one thing you are cheating on me, and there is only one bitch you would fuck behind my back. That damn Samantha Puckett!" She yelled.

Here we go again. "For the last time nothing is going on between me and Sam. We are just friends."

"Yeah right Freddie, don't think I don't notice those looks you send her when you think I'm not looking. I'm not stupid Freddie Benson."

"You may not be stupid, but you certainly are out of your mind!" I said out of frustration. This had become an on going argument between us. Any problems that we had in our relationship all of a sudden correlate to Sam in some way or the other. I was driving me insane. I had did it this time. She was clearly pissed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME?" She yelled.

"You heard me Val. I am so sick of this same damn argument." I said standing up and walking towards the door.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" She yelled at me.

"HOME SO YOU CAN CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" I yelled back slamming the front door behind me as she threw one of her mom's expensive vases at the door… more like at me. I heard all the screaming she was doing as I continued to walk down the driveway and got into my car.

I had no right to act like that. I don't know who I was trying to fool, because it wasn't working. I was starting to have feelings for Sam. Hell, I have been attracted to her since the first day we met, but I was a one woman man and no matter how much she drives me crazy. She is still my girl, but it's getting harder and harder to ignore my feelings for a certain blonde trouble maker.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!