A/N: :D
Guest: Yup, it was always kind of stupid how no one questioned Amy canonically.
Crystaliser: Again, thanks for reviewing 3
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Haha, yeah. I will be playing Scarlett a bit differently than canon, as seen in this chapter as well.
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"How do you let your sister treat you that way?" Courtney asked, drumming her nails on the window of Gwen's beat-up car. Sammy sighed from the back seat.
"She's...basically been like this for as long as I've known," Sammy said, twiddling her thumbs. "Well, it doesn't help that Dad favors her."
"Wow," Gwen commented, eyes set on the road. "That's pretty fucked up, sorry about that." Sammy gave a bittersweet smile.
"She's convinced most that I'm the 'lesser twin', or whatever. I mean, I always got better grades than her, and she always hated when I was "better" than her at something."
Courtney turned to face the blonde. Sammy pinkened.
"Hey, I know I don't really know exactly what this feels like," she began. "But I can...still relate, to a certain degree. My siblings are all very successful, and there's kind of a lot of pressure." Courtney smiled. Sammy returned the gesture.
"Thanks, Courtney." The car ride stayed silent for another minute.
"So, where are we going, anyway?" The blonde asked.
"Oh, the mall, figured we could hang out at the cafe and look around or something," Gwen responded.
"Okay." Courtney plugged the aux cord into Gwen's phone, shuffling her playlist. A Paramore song played as they continued the quiet ride. Sammy listened, her gaze fixated on her white converse shoes.
Soon, they pulled up to Wawanakwa Mall. The three girls got out and went to the cafe.
"Hey, Courtney, Gwen," the barista at the counter greeted. Gwen greeted her with ironic finger guns. The blonde laughed slightly. The cafe was empty at this point, as no one ordered coffee at four o' clock.
"Hello, Bridgette, this is Sammy," Courtney introduced. Sammy gave a tentative smile, feeling her anxiety build.
"Yeah, me, Courtney, and Bridgette work here," Gwen explained. The goth hopped over the counter and casually began making a Green Tea Frappe.
"You're free to apply if you want, Sammy," Courtney said, sitting at one of the small tables in the cafe. The end of Sammy's mouth upturned at this. Gwen finished her frappe, pouring one out for Sammy, as well.
"I didn't know you and Courtney were friends, Gwen," Bridgette said, adjusting her green apron. Courtney and Bridgette continued to talk about other things, the goth chiming in occasionally as the platinum blonde stayed quiet.
Sammy studied Courtney and Gwen's body language. Something seemed...off about those two. For one, it seemed strange that two polar opposites were getting on so well. While not unheard of, it was still strange. She watched as Gwen's pale hand danced near Courtney's hand. Bridgette noticed Sammy's gaze and made a "can you believe these two" look.
Sammy chuckled a bit. She still didn't really understand Gwen and Courtney's strange friendship, but she was enjoying her time, surprisingly. She took another sip of her frappe and listened to them talk.
Eventually, more customers began coming in, and Bridgette had to get back to her shift. Gwen, Courtney, and Sammy left Wawanakwa Cafe, beginning to walk through the mall.
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Another familiar pair strutted down the mall. The dark-haired Asian seemed to be thinking about something, ignoring her blonde friend, who was babbling about something that didn't concern her.
"So, then, I was like, 'Fin, your hair is so damaged from ocean water, you need to wear hair masks' and then she was like 'I can't afford those!'. So, I sent her a DIY hair mask recipe and her hair looks so pretty now!"
"That's great, Lindsay."
"Thanks, Hannah! And also, I put that Judy skater guy's hair into a ponytail, and then this like, really cute vegan girl found it hot and they're dating now!"
"That's amazing, Lindsay."
"Oh, and then, I saw Courtney with that goth girl last week. I don't remember what they were doing, but she made me promise not to tell anyone, so I totally kept it a secret!"
"That's cool, Li-wait, Courtney Flores and Gwen Weekes?" Heather asked in a hushed voice. Lindsay nodded happily. The Queen Bee pulled the blonde onto a nearby bench.
"Tell me everything you remember about what you saw, Linds!" She commanded in a fake, friendly tone. She beamed.
"Oh, okay, Hannah. So," Lindsay began.
I was in History, and it was really boring, so I decided to go to the bathroom, touch up my makeup, and take some totally cute insta pics! I entered the C-Hall bathroom, and I heard some whispers. They were like "be quiet, there's someone in here!" so I was like "who's in there?". I looked under the bathroom stall, and there were some Vans and some combat boots in the same stall, and the boots were like, surprisingly cute, very emo, but they would still be nice if they were paired with, I dunno-
Can we hurry the story along, Lindsay?
Oh, right! So, the other voice said, "Oh, it's just Lindsay, calm down," and I definitely recognized that voice. It was Greta, she tutored me in English last year! "Greta?" I asked, and the other voice was like, "let's just tell her, she'll probably forget anyway" and then Greta and Courtney left the stall. They were both, like, very crumpled looking, Greta's makeup was smudged, and Courtney looked red in the face. Like they were secretly with boys!
But then I remembered, "Oh, right, girls can do that too!" Courtney was like, "Lindsay, please don't tell anyone about this, we'll give you free drinks from Wawanakwa Cafe" so I said "no problem, Courtney!"
Then, we all quietly fixed our makeup and stuff. I went potty, and Greta and Courtney left the bathroom. I didn't know Courtney and Greta were lesbians, but they're so cute! I don't know why they want to keep it a secret or whatever, but yeah!
Lindsay smiled and began playing with her blond hair after she finished the story, tying it up with a blue scrunchie.
Heather smirked. "Wow, Lindsay, that was like, a really cool story!"
"Thanks, Hannah! Speaking of which, that girl looks exactly like Greta," she mentioned, pointing at the goth girl, who was walking into Hot Topic, followed by Courtney and a blonde that looked exactly like one of Heather's enemies.
"That-that is Gret- I mean, Gwen," Heather said.
"Lindsay, go follow them and record their conversation," Heather asked. The bottle blonde beamed and picked up her coral iPhone and walked into the shop. The dark-haired girl smirked deviously as she watched her 'friend' perform her dirty work.
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Lindsay watched the trio from a few meters away. She didn't really understand why Heather was so interested in Courtney, Greta, and that Sam girl, but she didn't want Heather to get mad at her again, so she did as she said anyway.
"Oh, the stuff here is actually kinda cool!" Sammy commented, looking at some cute plushies. Courtney looked around the shop.
"Eh, I'm not much of an emo or goth person, but I respect it for what it is," Courtney said.
"Are you sure about that?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow at Courtney, who smiled and rolled her eyes. Sammy watched them curiously before deciding to just jump the gun and ask.
"So, um, are you guys, like, uh, well, you know-"
"Gay?" Gwen finished, raising an eyebrow. Sammy blushed.
"Well, um, yeah, that's what I kinda, like, meant." Courtney laughed.
"It's not that big of a deal, Sammy. Well, we've kinda been keeping it a secret, at least for now, so only some of our friends know," she explained. Sammy smiled slightly.
"Well, that's cool, I won't tell anyone or anything. I just didn't know, really." The trio went back to browsing the store. Lindsay sighed in relief as she saved the video and left the store. Heather was still on the bench, furiously typing something out on her phone.
"Did you get anything incriminating?" Heather asked in a hushed tone. Lindsay nodded happily and gave Heather her phone. Heather watched the video before smiling maliciously and sending it to herself.
"Thank you, Lindsay. You know, you're not as stupid as everyone makes you out to be."
"Thanks?"
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After Gwen, Courtney, and Sammy finished shopping and talking, they dropped her off at her house. Sammy got out of Gwen's car, kanken on her back and longboard under her arm.
"Hey, guys, thanks for today. I really needed this."
"No problem."
Sammy smiled and walked into her house. Amy was on the couch, sipping cola and watching an episode of her favorite teen drama. She noticed her sister and scowled.
"I know you think you're so cool for hanging out with seniors, but mark my words, you will regret this," she seethed. Sammy frowned.
"Yeah, okay, Amanda," she fired back, walking up the stairs tiredly as her sister grumbled and turned her attention to the TV. She took another sip before her phone rang, causing her to jump and spill her drink. Amy rolled her eyes before checking the caller ID. Heather.
"Uh, hello?" Amy greeted. Why would Heather of all people be calling her?
"I know how to take down Gwen, Courtney, and your little sister," Heather said simply. Amy's eyes widened.
"Tell me more."
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The rest of the day went alright for Sammy. Surprisingly, Amy didn't even tattle on her for going out without permission. She seemed to be hiding something, though, as she was pretty quiet for most of dinner. Sammy couldn't shake the feeling that Amy was hiding something from her.
She couldn't really do much about it, obviously, so Sammy just let it rest and did her and Amy's chores autonomously without Amy even forcing her to. Afterward, she played some games on her laptop before going to sleep, hoping the next day would be just as good as today.
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Sammy woke up, at a decent time. After showering and changing into black leggings and a longsleeved crop top, she was ready for school. Amy always got picked up by some friend or boyfriend in some sort of fancy car, so she was already gone. Sammy simply longboarded to school, getting there at a decent time. First period was going to start soon, so she decided to stop off at her locker beforehand.
When she got there, there was a tall, dark-skinned girl next to her own locker, struggling to get hers open. Sammy had never seen her before. Her hair was tied up into a messy ponytail and she wore a black shirt tucked into a pair of dark green pants, along with boots.
"Hey, d-do you need any help?" Sammy asked, walking up to the girl. She looked up in surprise.
"Yeah, that would be great, actually. I'm Jasmine," she said, smiling at Sammy. She had a strong, Australian accent.
"Sammy. Are you new?" Jasmine blushed.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Well, kinda," Sammy laughed. Jasmine gave a sheepish smile in return.
Sammy read the locker combo on the back of her lock and easily opened her locker.
"Here you go, might wanna scratch your combo off. People will steal your stuff." Jasmine giggled.
"Ah, thanks, mate. I swear this locker 'ere is a pain in the arse."
"Yeah, it does that. The principle sure as hell won't replace them. Hey, what grade are you in? I'm guessing, senior?" Sammy asked, judging by her height. She easily towered a head and a half above Sammy. Jasmine chuckled.
"Oh, no, just a sophomore. What about you?"
"Sophomore as well. What's your first period?" Jasmine pulled out her class sheet and squinted at it.
"Erm, science, with Mr. Garcia." Sammy smiled.
"Hey, same!" The bell rang, and students began to spill into the hallway.
"Oh, can you take me there?" Jasmine asked, picking up her backpack. Sammy nodded, and the duo began walking to class. Many students looked oddly at them, doing a double take when they saw Jasmine, as she towered above almost everyone.
"So, any advice for school here in Canada?" Sammy pursed her lips as she thought.
"Well, one easy one is to avoid them," Sammy said simply, glancing over to Amy and her crew, babbling about things that likely didn't matter. The group consisted of jocks and cheerleaders, your typical group of peak-too-sooners. Jasmine seemed taken aback.
"Blimey, blondie looks just like you!" She exclaimed as the pair silently studied from afar. Suddenly, Amy turned, making eye contact with Sammy and narrowing her eyes. She whispered to her friend, Whitney, loud enough for her twin and her friend to easily hear.
"Ew, can you believe my disgusting sister is staring at me? I swear, she has some kind of weird incest thing for me!"
Sammy rolled her eyes and grabbed Jasmine's hand. They continued walking together.
"Yeah, I can see why you don't like your sister. She's a total cunt!" Jasmine said loudly. Sammy's eyes widened before she began giggling. Jasmine chuckled along.
"Whatever. Oh, there's Mr. Garcia's room." The two walked up to the teacher, who was standing right outside of the classroom. He looked at Jasmine and gave a forced smile.
"You must be Jasmine. I've been waiting on the new student to arrive so I can finally implement the damn seating chart…" He said, muttering the last part. He then cleared his throat. "Okay, Sammy, you'll be sitting diagonally from Shawn, and Jasmine, you'll be at the seat closest to the window at table 5."
The duo walked in. The tables were rearranged to now sit in clusters opposed to rows. Sammy took her seat, exchanging a smile with Shawn. There were a few other people in the classroom. Shawn awkwardly shuffled in his seat before speaking.
"So, uh, theatre, amirite?" Sammy looked at him oddly before responding.
"Yeah, it's fun, but it's chaotic. You think Sugar's gonna be cast as Veronica?" Sammy asked sarcastically. Shawn snickered.
"Yeah, and Mr. Garcia's wife didn't divorce his ass," Shawn quipped back as she giggled and started working on her warm-up. A few more people were entering the room, complaining about their seats and talking to each other.
"So, who's the new girl? She's pretty, pretty tall, that is," Shawn asked, correcting his sentence at the end. Sammy smiled.
"Oh, that's Jasmine. She's from Australia. She's really cool, I think you guys would like, get along."
"Is that so?" Shawn pondered as he watched her from afar. A few other kids sat down at their table: Sky and Les.
Sky was pretty granola, at least to Sammy. She was a gymnast and in like, every other sport, but wasn't bitchy and didn't care about popularity. Les was okay, but Sammy was pretty sure he vaped during class. Soon, the bell rang.
Class was pretty boring, as always. Occasionally, Jasmine would glance back at Sammy, and they'd exchange a smile or a chuckle. Jasmine had gotten her fair share of questions from people, as a new student. Shawn sometimes tried to catch eye contact with her with little success.
Class ended relatively soon. Sammy threw her items into her bag and met up with Jasmine to talk.
"Hey, so that was your first class here at Wawanakwa. How does it feel?" Sammy asked. Jasmine rolled her eyes.
"Boring. Next period is English for me." Sammy frowned.
"Aw, man, I have history. Oh well, those two are in the same hallway." The two began walking down to C-Hall. Sammy could have sworn she saw Shawn trying to find a way to jump in out of the corner of her eye, but she shrugged it off.
"So, Sam," Jasmine started. "Wait, is it okay if I call ya' Sam?" Sammy nodded happily.
"Okay, so can I get your number or something so we can hang out or something?" Jasmine asked, pulling out her schedule and a pen. Sammy took it and scrawled her number down.
"No problem! Oh, we're already at History. We don't have any classes together 'till Calc, but maybe we can sit at the same lunch table?"
"That would be great, Sam. See ya'!" Sammy waved back as she walked to History, happy she had made another friend. Things were looking up.
Hopefully it stayed that way.
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Lunch came fairly quickly for Scarlett.
Of course, time goes by at the same pace each day, but the imbeciles and insufferable teachers made it seem as if time was slowing rapidly, as if that was possible.
It didn't help that she had a 'shadow', so to speak.
"Anyway, Scarlett, I was like, 'no way, RCMP guy!' then the big black guy was like 'oh, yes you are, young lady' and so I-" Scarlett pinched her nose as she listened to Izzy drone on about her likely fictional adventures.
"Why the fuck are you still following me?" Scarlett asked, cutting off Izzy's story. Izzy glared and picked up her spork.
"Oh, Izzy does not like being interrupted. I may be small, but I can murder you in a thousand different ways with this!" She threatened, slamming it prongs down into another boy's arm. He yelped in pain and glared at Izzy.
"Hey, what the hell?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Noah-Boa! I'll make it up to you, Izzy-style!"
"Please do not."
"Oh," Izzy said, looking down before perking up again.
"So anyway, the RCMP is still after me, but there's still one piece of pie left, so I-"
"Izzy! Why are you following me and toting around your incessant troupe of outcasts along with you?" The other students glared at Scarlett, who rolled her eyes.
"Oh, we're Team E-scope!" She explained, putting a hand on each of the two main members, Eva and Noah, who shared a disgruntled look. "Oh, and Zekey and Owen hang with us too! Hi Zekey!" Izzy exclaimed, waving to Ezekiel, who sat a mere two seats away. He responded with a thumbs up before returning to eating his salad.
"Why me? I literally have little to no correlation with any of you dumbasses."
"Drama club!" Izzy mentioned, taking one of Scarlett's chips.
"Ugh, whatever."
"By the way, what's your number? We gotta add you to the group chat now," Eva asked. Scarlett rolled her eyes as she listed off the digits and Eva punched them in.
"And we're also going to the park tomorrow, as usual, so you should probably come," Noah added.
"We're the cool kids! We go to parks, shoplift, do weed, it's so fun!"
"Jesus Christ," Scarlett muttered as she ate another chip.
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A/N: Well, that's it for chapter 3. A bit shorter than the last, but I enjoyed writing it for the most part. I usually strive for around 3000 words per chapter anyway. No drama club today, I wanted to set up som as well as build the world a bit and establish friendships and whatnot. This fic has kinda been The Sammy Fanfiction so far.
Sorry, Jasmine's dialogue may not be the best, but I've been looking at Australian accents and trying to replicate them.
Next Chapter- August 2nd