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"You two seem to be getting along a lot better," Mr. Franklin said, one eyebrow quirked as a laughing Summer and Freddy entered the office.

Their mouths snapped shut as they replied in unison, "We're not getting along." Mr. Franklin let out a low chuckle and motioned for the two to have a seat.

"You seem to be," he said, taking a swig of his giant mug of coffee that remained constantly on his desk.

"We aren't," Freddy said shortly, grimacing and flopping into a chair.

"I can assure you," Summer added, smoothing out her pleated skirt as she sat down as well.

"Alright," Mr. Franklin said, as if he didn't believe the two. "I have a faculty meeting this afternoon, so you'll have a stand in therapist."

"Mrs. Bates?" Freddy asked.

"No, actually it's a student. I'm sure you know him." Mr. Franklin said, waving at someone standing in the office.

"Hello," droned a voice from the door.

"Murphy," Freddy groaned, slouching even more in his chair.

"Jones," Christopher Murphy replied, moving towards Mr. Franklin's place behind the desk. Christopher was the tallest freshman at Jefferson High School, reaching at least 6'6" or 6'7". (a/n: I realized in the first chapter I called their school both Jefferson and Horace Green, but we'll go with this one…) He was the captain on the basketball team and number one enemy to Freddy Jones, which would probably be why he got along so well with Summer.

"Hello, Christopher," Summer said cheerily.

"Summer," Christopher added with a smile, sliding the pen out from behind his ear. "Frankly, I don't know why in the world Mr. Franklin paired you two together. Everyone knows you two don't get along and I think Summer would have been better off with someone like me."

"Is that meant as an insult, Murphy?" Freddy asked dryly.

"More of a compliment towards Summer," Christopher replied, shooting Summer a grin, causing her to giggle.

"Whatever, just get on with our little 'therapy session'," Freddy said, slouching as much as humanly possible in his seat. "I have places to be."

"Like where?" Christopher asked curiously.

"Like…" Freddy began, racking his brain furiously for some place that he might be. "Like band practice."

"Don't be silly, Freddy," Summer replied, obviously either not understanding that Freddy had completely made that up so that he wouldn't look stupid or feeling like spiting him. "You know the band isn't practicing on Mondays since we have this!"

Freddy thumped his head on the back of his chair as Christopher let out a low snicker.

"Nice one, Jones."

Realizing her mistake, Summer turned a deep shade of crimson. "Oh," she said quietly. "Oh, we do have practice today. I…um….forgot."

"It's okay, Summer," Christopher snickered some more. "You don't have to cover for him." Summer nodded meekly, shooting Freddy a sympathetic smile.

Though neither of them would admit it (to anyone, even themselves), the two really had started to get along. Their once vicious fights had turned into somewhat playful banter that usually resulted into fits of laughter.

"Summer," Christopher said, turning his attention from Freddy. "Our last basketball game is Friday night, and Jim Mackenzie is having this big party at his house afterward. Do you wanna go with me?"

"Um…" Summer began, but Freddy cut her off.

"Look, Murphy," he shot, standing up, "You're supposed to be helping me and Summer get along! Not asking her out!"

"Summer and I," Christopher corrected.

"Whatever! Summer wouldn't want to go out with you anyway!"

"You don't know that, Freddy!" Summer butted in, standing up as well. "Christopher is a very nice boy!"

"Isn't it like against the rules of this stupid project for you to go out with someone else?" Freddy yelled, throwing his hands into the air.

"No!" Summer squealed back. "That's ridiculous!" Shooting Freddy another death glare, she turned her attention back to Christopher. "I'd love to go with you, Christopher."

Christopher smirked at Freddy who was storming out of the room. Sighing, Summer followed.

"Freddy!" she called. "Freddy! What do you care if I go out with Christopher anyway?"

"I don't," Freddy replied briskly. "If you want to go out with jerks who hate all of your friends than go for it."

"So you're saying we're friends now?"

"No, but I am saying that Katie, Zack, Marta, and all of them are."

"I don't think they'd really care. I think you're jealous," Summer shot, placing her finger on Freddy's chest.

"I most certainly am not jealous," Freddy huffed, crossing his arms and stomping his foot.

"Just admit it," Summer sighed in mock exhaustion, "You're madly in love."

"Sorry, but I don't date people like you," Freddy replied, patting Summer on the back.

"Oh, and what type of person am I in your book, Freddy Jones?"

"You know, self-centered, annoying, ugly, ugly…" Summer's hand met Freddy's face…again. "Gee, Summer," Freddy said, rubbing his cheek. "I was just kidding. If you aren't careful you're going to turn out like your mom."

The moment he said it he regretted it. Mrs. Hathaway didn't exactly abuse Summer, but she had a habit of going on drinking binges and slapping Summer. Everyone in the band knew about that, but they also knew not to talk about it. Freddy was just kidding, but he knew Summer wasn't going to laugh.

"I hate you, Frederick David Jones," she said, her words dripping with venom. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." With that, she gave him one final glare, tears brimming at the back of her eyes, as she fled from the school.

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