Surprises for Sam & Co

Date: September 2004

Disclaimer: I own Delilah. The rest… belongs to Kate Andrews.

"So Mr President, what do you think about a whole selection of the menu just for vegetarians?" Sky grinned at Sam as she took a seat opposite him during lunch.

Sam said, "I'm not President."

"Yet." Carrie corrected him.

"I have no idea how to run."

Alex turned to him and said sharply. "What do you mean, you have no idea? You ran for Treasurer two years ago!"

"And you did a fine mighty campaign too!" Jordan added in between bites of his macaroni and cheese.

"You know, Jordan and I can help with the flyers." Carrie said.

"No, thanks. I remember the last time you tried to help me with flyers." Sam snorted. "That wasn't political."

After he won Treasurer, Sam took advantage of his new post by holding a school fair for the school trust fund. However, The Amys were quick to sabotage his fair by holding a stupid fashion show at the very same day. In order to help him gained more customers, Carrie and Jordan designed flyers that didn't do The Amys in their designer clothes any justice.

Alex laughed. "Oh I loved that! Amy and her cronies are still mad at you for making her dressed up like a clown with a complete set of clown nose and all."

Jordan smiled to himself. "Those were the days, eh Carrie?"

"How about reliving them again, then?"

"NO!" Sam said.

Carrie rolled her eyes at him. "You're no fun."

"Hey, there's Delilah." Sky pointed to entrance of the cafeteria. Delilah was standing alone by the entrance holding a lunch tray laden with macaroni and cheese and orange juice.

"She look like she doesn't have anywhere to sit." Sam said. "Get her to join us then."

Sky was about to call out for Delilah's attention when something stopped her.

"What the – "

Sam turned to find The Amys around Delilah's sides, smiling and laughing together as they made their way to an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria.

"Since when did they become the best of friends?" Carrie asked in disbelief.

"We just saw her this morning on the bus. Everything was fine. She didn't even mention The Amys," Sky said. She pushed her bowl of salad aside. "I have no appetite."

"Sick." Alex muttered. "So sick."

"Come on guys," Jordan said. "It's just The Amys."

"And Hitler was just a very angry man." Sky said. "Look at them. Being so chummy and all. I thought Delilah was one of us. Now she's morphing into another She-Devil."

"You're overreacting," Sam said. He looked over at Delilah and The Amys. "Maybe it's just lunch. She wasn't with them the whole morning and even yesterday too." Just then, Delilah caught his eyes and smiled.

"Ignore her." Carrie nudged Sam's elbow. "She's part of them now."

Sam sighed. He knew that his friends had never liked The Amys very much. Even he wasn't fond of their shallow and arrogant attitude. But he never would have thought their rift were to be that intense. Sam looked over at Jordan for help. He got just a shrug instead.

Delilah had just made the situation even worse because she had gotten along so well with them yesterday.

"To think I trusted her." Carrie stabbed her fork into the half-eaten baked potato on her plate.

"Sam's right," Alex said. "We're overreacting. It may not be what we think it is. Don't forget Delilah's a cool chick."

Sam smiled at Alex. He knew Alex wouldn't take things out of proportion. Alex is the most practical girl Sam had known. Sometimes, Sam had to admit it was hard to think of Alex as a girl. She hardly shed any tears and (Sam wouldn't admit this out loud) was a better skateboarder than he was.

"Cool shamacool. I don't care." Carrie said. "I'm out of here." She got up to leave the table.

"I'll go with you." Sky said. She threw her salad into the bin and together, they left the cafeteria.

"Oh man," Alex groaned. "How am I going to tell Carrie about Delilah's photographs?"

"Right," Sam said. "She will probably slam the door on your face at the mere mention her today."

"But they're being very ridiculous." Alex said.

"Tell me about it, dude." Jordan said.

Alex scoffed. "Now you have something to say. Some guy you are."

"Hey," Jordan said. "With girls, you must learn to pick your battles."