A/N: Not much to say right now, but Don't hate me.

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Chapter 11

*Sam's POV*

Two days later

I walked towards the school feeling refreshed. I got back in town around four as planned and Freddie came straight to my house after the cheer competition. Freddie took me on a great date that was free from future talk. I felt like we were back to the old us.

But, that was last night, now it was back to reality. I had a meeting with Principal Franklin this morning, to make up for the one missed yesterday, due to no school. I made my way to the office and his secretary waved me straight in.

I knocked on the door before walking in to the office. He was on the phone as he held his head with the other hand. He looked up and saw me and waved me all the way in and to sit down.

"Yes honey, I understand that it's an important cause, but we just gave that school a sizable amount of money for her to go on her junior year trip." He said into the phone. He sat there before hitting his head on the desk. "Fine sweetheart… Fine write the check. Look I have to go one of my students is here."

He hung up and sighed heavily.

"Aw, trouble in paradise?" I asked with a pout.

"No, just trouble in my wallet, my daughter who is supposed to be going to New York on a class trip in March has also decided that she wants to be a humanitarian. They are collecting donations for animal shelters, and she, along with my very supportive wife, wants to donate big." He said looking down at some papers.

"You have a daughter?" I asked as if that was all I registered in that entire speech.

"Oh yes, I have two daughters." He said picking up a picture of them off his desk and handing it to me. "My oldest daughter is a junior and about to be 17 years old. My youngest is 10 years old and in the fifth grade."

"Wow, so why doesn't your oldest come to school here?" I asked handing him back the picture.

"Well, she's a gifted dancer. She attends Seattle Academy of Arts and Science." He said putting the picture down. "That's what she wants to do with her life."

"And, you're okay with that? Her going to college for dance I mean." I asked.

"Well, if you mean do I believe in her talent and dreams, I do. But, we had a long talk about it when she reached her junior year. The deal was that if she majored in dance in college, which she is, she had to minor in something more academic." He answered.

"Why," I asked.

"Well, because though she is talented, dance isn't very stable. Jobs come and go; the money isn't always the same. It's all about the need for it. If she has a minor in another area, she has something to fall back on in times when she needs money or of dance falls through."

"She's okay with that?" I asked.

"Eh, she wasn't happy when we first talked about it, but after talking to some independent professional dancers she came to understand what we were trying to say." He said back.

"So, what is she minoring in?" I asked.

"Business Management, she hopes that if professional dance falls through she can open up her own dance studio for children." He said. I nodded my head. I guess my face said something different though. "What," He asked.

"Oh, I didn't say anything." I said back to him.

"No, but you're definitely thinking something." He said.

"It's just… Okay, no offense to your daughter or anything, but if she is as talented as you say, why does she need a back up." I said back. I mean I felt it was a legit question.

He slightly laughed and shook his head. "That is the same thing she said." He said back to me. He sat up and leaned on his desk. "You see Sam; life isn't always black and white, neither is academics, or talent. It's all in the eye of the beholder, or on looker." He said which left me confused.

"My mother used to say that for every person you're better than, there is someone who is better than you. It all comes down to preference. Let me put it like this if we were listening to the same rock band, and you listen to rock, but I'm more into classical. The music may sound horrible to me, but they may be the best band ever to you." He said.

"Yeah, but that's just everyday music, everyone has there preference." I said.

"That's true, but even in school. Freddie is the Valedictorian, perfect GPA, but Carly also has a perfect GPA." He said.

"Then how did you choose between the two?" I asked.

"It came down to the work load. Freddie had more credits due to his honors classes; yes Carly had honors classes too, but not as many as Freddie. However, that won't matter when they get to college because they're will be more like Freddie and Carly. Now, who makes Valedictorian out of a group of Valedictorians?" He asked.

"Better yet, who gets into Harvard when a bunch of perfect GPA's with different extra curricular activities apply? It all comes down to the admissions officers thoughts and who they feel is better for the school. Doesn't mean that they're the best overall, just the best for that moment, and it tends to change yearly." He said.

Wow, I had never thought about that. Freddie isn't the only nerd in the world. He's one out of many. Just like I'm not the only person who happens to have a talent for music, what makes me so different?

"Now, to you my dear, why do you ask?" He asked

"I don't know just wondering I guess." I said.

He nodded. "Have you ever thought that you may go to college one day?" He asked.

I scoffed. "I doubt I'll get in." I said.

"How do you know? There are many different colleges, and all look for different things." He said.

"All of which won't be looking to gain a juvenile delinquent." I said.

"Well, you never know. You were never convicted for a felony, just some misdemeanors." He said. He had a point, but I still wasn't sure.

"Eh, I don't know it seems like a long shot anyways. Plus, I don't even know what I would study." I said.

"How about music or vocals," he added in. He was so smooth with it I almost didn't catch it.

"I'm sorry," I managed to choke out.

"You could study music if you were to go to college." He said reaching into his drawer and pulling out college pamphlets.

"There are many here in Washington State University, The Arts Institute of Seattle, The Cornish College of the Arts, and lastly University of Washington School of the Arts." He stated as I continued to stare at him.

"University of Washington has one of the top arts schools in the country, and if you make it pass the initial audition. You audition live for not just one of the art schools, but different schools across the country." He said.

I was still stuck on the fact that he knew I was a musician. "Wait, I don't get it, if you make it pass the first audition, why would they have you audition for other schools?" I asked.

"Well, every school only takes a hand full of vocal students every year, usually no more than four or five." He said.

"And, you think I have a shot? I haven't even studied it like that I'm self taught." I said back.

"Well, that was the other thing I was going to talk to you about. I think you would benefit from a vocal coach." He said reaching back into his desk.

"Me, a coach, you're joking right?" I said.

"No, I'm dead serious." He said placing the card on the table. "These art schools are usually very choosey about their vocalist. A voice coach will help you get your voice trained. It's never too late, you know." He said.

I picked up the card and scoffed. "Dakota Burton," I read out loud.

"Yes, he is the husband to my wife's best friend. He was the one who told me and my wife about the Academy of Arts and Science. He also is one of the voice teachers there, and has trained many of the students that have gone off to school for music." He said.

"Now, I don't know how much he charges, but I'm sure you two can work out something. And, he's willing to come here after school so you two can use the music room." He said.

"Whoa, slow down Principal Franklin, I'm not sure if I want to do this." I said. "I mean I don't do well with authority, and he's going to be telling me how to sing… Do you really think this could work?" I asked.

He shrugged. "There's really only way to find out." He said. "Sam, you don't have to decide now. The audition tape isn't due until the end of January. However, you should figure it out soon. Talk to your parents about it too, see what they may think." He smiled.

I nodded my head and stood to leave. I had some things to think about, but first I needed to know one more thing.

"Um, Principal Franklin, I never told you I sing so how did you know?" I asked.

"Well, a friend of yours gave me some assistance. Someone, who really cares about you and your future." He said. I sucked my teeth before shaking my head.

"Thanks Principal Franklin." I said turning to leave out.

"Sam," He said causing me to turn and look at him. "Don't be too mad I asked him."

I tapped on the door before giving him a short nod and headed out the door.

"He will never get it." I said to myself. I thought back to what Shelia said in Texas, "guys are guys no matter what their grade point average." My guy apparently is no exception to that rule.

I made my way to the A/V "clubhouse" in the deserted hallway. I stormed into the room where Freddie was talking to his A/V friends. I walked up to him and stood in front of him.

"Um Sam, What are you doing here?" He asked. I held up a finger and turned to his friends.

"OUT NOW," I yelled at them causing all of them to stumble out the room. "SHUT THE DOOR!" I yelled the last ran back and shut the door before running away again.

"Okay, either this is going to be really sexy, or I am in big trouble." He said.

"True or false, I asked you to let me figure out what I want to do about college without you interfering." I said to him.

"Um, true," He said back.

"Good answer. Now, true or false, you deliberately went behind my back and discussed my future with Principal Franklin." I said.

"Sam, it's not what it sounds like." He said causing me to grunt in frustration and rub my hands down my face. "It's not; I was up here yesterday because I rode with the psycho squad to the competition. Well, of course the staff was up here for training, and Principal Franklin asked me about your thoughts on college. What hell was I supposed to do?" He answered.

"TELL HIM YOU DON'T KNOW, BECAUSE YOU FUCKING DON'T!" I yelled back.

"Whoa, you need to chill out. I didn't do anything wrong Sam." He said back grabbing my shoulders as to try and calm down, but I was heated.

"YOU DID NOTHING WRONG?" I asked in disbelief. "TRY YOU WENT BEHIND MY BACK AND DID THE ONE THING I HAVE CONSTANTLY ASKED YOU NOT TO DO!" I said back shaking his hands off of me.

"So, let me get this straight you're all pissed off because I answered a question?" He scoffed.

"Freddie… this is about more than you answering a damn question." I said through gritted teeth. "This is about you and how I feel like I can't trust you to keep your word."

Freddie just starred at me in disbelief, before laughing crazily. "Wow Sam, trust me you don't want to go there with trust. As if you have never did anything that could make me question you?" He said. "Or haven't you Sam? Since you're so quick to judge me, you must be perfect in that area right."

"I didn't say I was perfect Freddie." I started, but he cut me off.

"You're damn right you're not, because if you were you wouldn't have been sneaking around hanging out with your douche bag of an ex Jonah while I was at practice." He said back.

I felt like I had been punched in my stomach. It's not like I hung out with him more than 2 times, but Freddie still found out.

"Yeah Sam, you're not the only one who has friends that run in other circles. The only reason I never questioned you about it was because I fucking trust you." He said. Back crossing his arm.

"Oh Freddie, don't act all innocent now. Yeah, I hung out with Jonah a couple of times, but we both know that the only reason you never mentioned me hanging out with Jonah was because you've been hanging out with Emma too." He said.

"Which brings something else to mind, what the hell is up with you being allowed to hang out with your ex, but you get to fucking flip when Emma even talks to me." He said back.

"OH GIVE ME A BREAK FREDDIE WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HEARD ME EVEN MENTION YOU AND EMMA!" I said back.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING SAM! IT'S ALL OVER YOUR FACE ANYTIME SOMEONE MENTIONS HER DAMN NAME!" He yelled his anger finally boiling over.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THEY'RE NOT THE PROBLEM HERE FREDDIE BECAUSE IF THEY WERE ONE OF US WOULD'VE MENTIONED THIS A LONG TIME AGO!" I said back. "THIS IS ABOUT YOU INTERFERING IN MY DAMN LIFE!"

"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE APART OF YOUR LIFE SAM!" He yelled back. "BUT, YOU RATHER BITCH ABOUT ME TRYING TO HELP YOU THAN LET ME BE A PART OF IT!" I felt like my head was about to explode.

"OH MY GOD I AM SO DAMN SICK OF THIS SHIT!" I said.

"SICK OF WHAT SAM!" He said.

"THIS FREDDIE, ALL THIS DAMN FIGHTING," I said throwing my hands up in the air. It got quiet as we both calmed down. "Do you realize over the past two months we've had about a total of eight days that didn't involve us screaming at each other." I said.

"Sam, it's a relationship we're not always going to agree." He said back sitting down at one of the tables. He sounded as exhausted as I felt.

"Not this much Freddie, we shouldn't be fighting this much." I said I took a deep breath and sat down at another table. I faced the same way he was to avoid looking at him. I couldn't stop my next words from flowing out of my mouth.

"We need to take a break Freddie." I finally let out.

It was dead silent, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I had been thinking this for a minute now. All the fights had been building up, and the thought that we were both secretly hanging out with our exes added to them.

"What," He finally said.

"You heard me Freddie. We both have a lot that we need to work out separately, Freddie." I let out.

"That doesn't mean we need to break up Sam." He said.

"I'm not saying forever Freddie. I'm just starting to think…" I started, but changed my mind. "Ugh, never mind." I said standing up and headed towards the door, but he jumped up and ran in front of me.

"No you don't. You've been brave enough to say everything else. You might as well finish." He said.

I sighed heavily. "I'm starting to think that your mom was right. Maybe we are too different to be together." I finally let out.

"Wow, Sam you can't be serious right now." He said. "Are you really willing to throw eleven months away over something this silly?" He asked. "I love you Sam."

"I love you too, Freddie. And, no I don't want to throw us away over something this stupid." I started, but he cut me off.

"THEN DON'T," He said back.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the bell rang. After it stopped I continued to speak.

"Freddie, it's not forever. I just have to figure out some things for myself, and I can't do that with you here Freddie. I don't want to push this so hard that it ends badly, and we end up resenting each other." I said rubbing his face, but for the first time I couldn't figure out what was going through his head. "I just need some time."

He grabbed my hand and put it by my side as he shook his head. "Fine Sam, take all the fucking time you need." He said before storming out of the A/V club room.

I opened the door and ran out into the hallway. "FREDDIE!" I yelled after him, but he ignored me and kept walking.

"Damn it." I whispered under my breath.


A/N: I know I know Sam is tripping, but I ensure it will DEFINITELY get worse before it gets better. Welcome to the roller coaster zone people. It starts and is not for the faint of heart, but will be very entertaing. You have been warned.

If you're still with me, and i hope you all are, buckle up and prepare for the ride.