Color Me Beautiful

Author: Skittlz-n-comboz

Summary: Life has its ups and downs, and it all starts in High school…

Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to post. School has been keeping me way busy. The results from your poll are in…::drumroll:: and the winner is….NEITHER. lol. Most of you voted for the 3rd option…which obviously wasn't there…but you guys took initiative and added it. Gold star for you! Basically the consensus was that we have it be a happy ending…but with a little drama on the way. Your responses made me laugh though. One person suggested I kill off Laney! I mean geez! I just introduced the kid for crying out loud! And you already wanna kill her off? She's only 13! She has so much to live for! Give her a chance. Lol. Well I decided that this chapter can be the Winter Formal chapter, since I've been putting it off for so long. Just FYI this is after the Winter Formal….sorry to let everyone down, but there was no backstabbing or heartbreak at the dance, just good, clean, American fun. But it's what happens on the way to the after party that really shakes things up. I'm not starting w/ Sam's POV like usual…you'll figure out who it is when you read it.

Author's note 2: BTW…This chapter has been co-written by my bestest buddy in the whole world, Carrie…because she's hot (she made me put that). She's a major Law and Order fan…but she's so graciously taken time out to be a Stargate fan. So enjoy.

Lyrics are from my band, so you can't steal them! ::sticks tongue out::

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"…But in the meantime,

I need something

To keep me occupied.

So color me beautiful,

Color me in between the lines"

"Captivated", by Crimson Glass

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Chapter 7

"That little bitch won't even know what hit her." I giggled softly, and watched 'the happy couple' leave the building. I motioned for the rest of my group to move in, and snickered to myself. This was going to be great.

"Give us all your money!" Carrie, my second in command yelled to them. They froze in their spots. I inwardly grinned, that'll be the last time she messes with me…and pretty soon, I'll have Jack all to myself.

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            "Okay, we've got to hurry if I'm going to get you home on time." Jack grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to his car.

            "I'm coming, I'm coming…geez. I don't know why you're in such a rush. My Dad's in D.C. for the weekend and Mark is off doing his college thing. No one's there."

            "Give us all your money!" We froze. Are you serious? Of all the things to end the night with…we get mugged. Outside of a school gym, of all places. "Put your hands where I can see them." Our attacker yelled. Weird…I know that voice from somewhere…I just can't put my finger on it. We slowly turned, and well what do 'ya know, our cheerleaders decided to have a little fundraiser.

            "Is that—" Jack whispered.

            "Julie and her goons. Yeah." I whispered back. "I think they're trying to dispel the airhead cliché…just humor them." We'd obviously figured out their identities, not because we recognized their voices…but because of the stockings they were wearing on their faces. I'll give them some credit…at least they tried to wear a disguise. It wasn't a very good one, considering that the stockings were sheer, and they were wearing their school uniforms, but they tried.

            "Turn back around!" Carrie said through her stocking. We turned back towards Jack's car, and they pushed their 'guns' into our backs. It's funny how guns are becoming more and more like fingers these days. "Okay…um…" I could sense Carrie turning away from us, and could hear her whisper, "Julie…what else am I supposed to say?" What criminal masterminds they are. "Count backwards from…2!"

            "1…" we both chorused.

            "Damn. That wasn't long enough. Um…" she turned again, "Give me a bigger number…count backwards from 5!"

            "4…3…2…1." We chorused again.

            "Okay…that still wasn't long enough."

            "How about 50?" Jack asked. I snickered, and I could hear Julie scoff.

            "Whatever…Count backwards from 50!" Julie said forcefully. I glanced over at Jack, and he rolled his eyes. Just humor them…I know. We started counting, and the sound of retreating footsteps filled the dark parking lot.

            "3…2…1." I turned to face Jack. "You see…they just aid in the stereotype that most people have of cheerleaders. I mean…they didn't even take our money!"

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"Okay…so you know what you have to say right?" Janet and Daniel nodded in affirmation. "Good. Let's get this show moving." The bell rang, and we all took our seats. I walked past Jack's seat, and dropped a piece of paper on his desk, and kept moving.

Okay…I figured out a way to make Julie think she's won. All I need you to do, is when the time comes…just play along. Oh, and be a good boyfriend, and make sure I'm okay.

"Is that a new mug Mrs. Adams?" Daniel asked rather loudly. This is my cue. I burst into tears, and covered my face with my hands.

"Samantha…are you alright?" Mrs. Adams asked. I nodded. "Do I need to send you to Guidance?" I shook my head 'no'.

"Can I borrow some lunch money?" Janet asked Daniel, loud enough for the whole class to hear. My cries suddenly became hysterical, and I was now sobbing. Jack jumped up from his seat, and came to my side.

"Sam…are you okay?" he put his hand on my shoulder to offer some sort of comfort. Round two…

"Don't touch me!" I shrieked, knocking his hand away.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I can't do this anymore Jack. I can't continue to allow myself to be put in dangerous situations. You attract trouble. I'm sorry…but…we're over." I quickly stood, and rushed out of the classroom. Mrs. Adams looked shocked to say the least, but all that could be dealt with later. Poor Jack, he still had a confused look on his face.

Julie shot out of her seat, "Yes!" she thrust her hand into the air triumphantly. I watched from the door, and the whole class stopped, and looked at her. She sobered quickly and slid back into her seat, "I mean…I'm sorry Jack. I know how much you must be…um…hurting right now. I don't know what's gotten into her." She faked. I rolled my eyes, and continued observing them.  

"Mrs. Adams…can I?" Jack motioned towards the door.

"Yes Mr. O'Neill. Hurry back." She sighed, pushing her glasses up on her nose.

"Thank you…" He rushed out the door, and passed me in his haste. The door closed behind him, and I ran after him.

"Jack!"

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HAHA!!! Okay…I'm really sorry again…life has a tendency to take over for a few weeks. I promise I'll try harder to post closer together. Do tell me what you think…