About an hour later, Bender had wrapped his scarf around his head as he started to whistle. Before they knew it, everyone else started to whistle with him. It started to sound like the tune of, 'Colonel Bogey March'. Andrew and Samantha look at each other as they bobbed their heads back and forth, both of their cheeks turning red.

A few minutes later, Vernon walks through the library doors and everyone stopped whistling except for Bender, ignoring the glare from the vice principal. Bender was whistling Beethoven's 5th.

"Alright, girls, that's 45 minutes for lunch," Vernon announced. They glance at him, all perplexed. "You mean here?" Andrew asked. "Right here," he replies, pointing at the floor.

"Well, I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to have lunch, sir," Samantha said. Vernon whips his head towards her and pointed a finger at her. "I don't care what you think, Matthews! So shut your mouth!" He snapped at her.

Andrew grabbed Samantha's hand from underneath the table they were sitting at. Samantha held it tightly, soughting out comfort from the jock. "Uh, Dick, will milk be made available to us?" Bender asked in a mockingly respected tone.

"We're extremely thirsty sir," Andrew says. "I have a low tolerance for dehydration," Claire added. "Yeah, Sam and I have seen her dehydrated. It's pretty gross," Andrew said, like to confirm what she said.

Bender tried to get up to get the drinks; however, Vernon stopped him. "Hold it! Grab some wood there, bub!" Vernon said. Bender gave him a sarcastic, shit-eating grin. "You think I was born yesterday? I'm not letting you wander these halls alone?" Vernon said, pointing at Samantha and Andrew.

"You two, up on your feet, let's go! There's a soft drink machine in the teachers lounge," Vernon said. The two get up to their feet and leave the library. Thankfully, Vernon didn't follow them.


(In the Hallway)

Andrew and Samantha are walking in the hallway. Andrew looks back at the punk girl and asks, "So, what's your poison, Sam?" Samantha looks up at him, blushing madly. "Oh, um… Vodka," she replied, walking next to him.

"Vodka? Since when?" he asks in concern. Samantha shrugs her shoulders. "Whenever I get the chance to, I guess," she replies. Andrew grabs her by the arm to stop her.

Samantha feels the tug on her bare arm; she looks up at the sandy haired boy. "What is it, Andrew?" she asked. She could see that he wanted to talk to her about something. "There's something wrong, Samantha. I can tell," he tells her.

"How can you tell? I'm not any different than anybody else," Samantha defended. Andrew picks up her scarred wrist and holds it up. "Well, for one, you have these. Why didn't you say that you had cut yourself before?" Andrew asked.

Samantha's head drops and she starts to cry. "I… It was personal to me," she said, her voice breaking. "What's wrong then? How come you did this? Is it bad? Real bad?" Andrew asked.

"My mother hates my guts because she believes I drove my father away. It hurts everyday to live through that knowledge. Not to mention, she hits me whenever she gets the chance, even when I defend myself. Whenever I think about that, I grab the razor blade, just so I wouldn't have to feel that guilt anymore. That bitch… I didn't do anything wrong… I didn't. Just one day… I'll go through with it," Samantha explained while sobbing quietly.

Andrew couldn't take seeing this poor girl in such horrible pain. He didn't expect her to be like this because of how she's treated at home. "C'mere," he said, bringing her into a hug. Samantha froze for a moment at the foreign feeling, but soon melted into his embrace.

"It's alright now. You can get help, tell the cops what's happening. Your mother will get arrested for treating you like that. She's got no right laying a hand on you like that or making you feel guilt for something that wasn't your fault," he whispered to her, his lips on her hair.

She hugs him back, feeling herself starting to cry. All this time, she was trying to be the tough girl, but she was truly hurting inside and just wanted to let that fear go.

After they hugged, they pulled apart and lock eyes. Samantha saw pain and anger reflect in his blue eyes as well as empathy. They didn't speak anymore words as their faces were brought close together.

"Andy, I…" she started, realizing what was about to happen. "What is it?" he whispered, staring deeply into her eyes. Not another word was spoken and their lips were locked together. Andrew's hand rested on the back of her neck, deepening it.

The kiss was soft and gentle, but full of passion. Samantha felt safe with Andrew. He was the only person she had told of why she is the way she is, and he understood her. He listened to her; something that hasn't ever happened before.

They pull apart and smile at one another. "C'mon, we should get going," Andrew said, nodding towards the office. Samantha blushed and said, "Okay," The two walk down the hallway towards the teacher's lounge. Andrew kept an arm slinked around her waist, keeping her close to him.