Samantha had never had such a fright in her life! Not because she was scared of the four men dressed in black who were currently waving pistols and rifles around, but because she had been thinking, and suddenly disturbed. She did what they said, the blood pumping faster than ever through her veins. Shit! It was the only word that came to mind, and Sam was sure she was not the only one feeling that way.

A woman next to where Sam was sitting held a hand over her daughter's face as the little child screamed. Tears were filling the helpless woman's eyes. You'll be okay, I'll make sure of it, Sam thought, although right at that moment, she wished she could switch places with that little girl, just so that she had no reason to have to do anything other than be innocent.

"Mommy, I'm scared!" Her mother cradled her closer, kissing the top of her head.

Samantha felt someone push something into the back of her neck, and then realized it was the end of a gun. She froze, physically unable to move. The smell of tobacco drifted down her nose from the man who could only be inches away from her.

"If it isn't Samantha Spade," The man snarled at her, shoving the gun further into her head, almost forcing her not to breathe.

Outside the principal's office, on one of the chairs, sat 15 year old Samantha Spade, tears reaming down her soft, pretty face, her cheeks bright red. He strolled up to her, his hair unusually ruffled, his shirt half tucked in. He'd made an effort.

"Hey Sam, are you okay?"

She shook her head. It wasn't a nice thing to do, and she knew it, but she turned away. The ginger haired boy carefully sat next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She moved away, looking at him angrily.

"What do you want Carroty?"

He blushed slightly. This close, he could see the little freckles on Samantha's shoulders, and the curiosity mixed with anger in her dark eyes. He smiled.

"I wanted to check you were okay,"

"Well I am so you can go away," She rolled her eyes, stopping herself from crying, "You heard me, go away,"

He didn't move. "I was wondering… are you free tonight, after school?"

"Go to hell Carroty!"

He stood up, his heart broken, his confidence wrecked. Taking one last look at her beautiful face, he walked away, back to his Science class.

Sam stiffened. No mistakes, it was him, it could only be him. Nobody else had ever said her name with such passion, yet such disgust. She tried to turn to face him, but the gun was jammed to far into her for her to even attempt to face him.

"That's right, you hurt me and now it's pay back!" He laughed, "Funnily enough, I didn't even expect you to be here, but seeing as you are… I might as well have fun killing you!"

"No, I've changed Carr… Carl. I'm not the girl you think I am. Can we please jus…"

He leant further over her, so close he could smell her hair. A shiver went down Sam's spine.

"For once why don't you shut the fuck up? This isn't just about you, Sammy, this is about me too! I've moved on as well, gone to higher places, I'm not just your average slap-head anymore; I'm a man, and a proper one at that. Do you really think I care if you fucking changed? I loved you! Love doesn't just go away sweetie, it stays in your heart until you see that person, the one you cared for so much that you thought your heart would explode, and then you just want to kill them, hurt them for what they did to you," He stopped, twirling a strand of her blonde hair round his finger.

"You always were the prettiest girl at school. I dreamt of you, every night. I would lie awake in bed, staring at the picture of you that I had stuck to my ceiling, thinking about what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you. And then when I finally bring up enough courage to ask you out, what do you do? You fucking say no! Do you realize what sort of shit I went through just to ask you out?"

A tear fell from her face, followed by another and another. He dropped hold of her hair, looking at the other people on the train who were staring at him.

"Carl, you don't have to do this…"

Out of the corner of her eye, Sam spotted her cell phone on the seat next to her. On silence mode, it vibrated, a message popping up on the screen 'Martin Home'.