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Samantha sits at lunch later that day and looks around at all the different groups. She sigh and pokes at her…well…"lunch", as the other people like to call it. "Hey," a relatively deep voice says. She doesn't bother to look up, but replies, "Hey…"

"Are you saving this seat?"

"Huh? Nah….sit, sit" she says, half listening to the voice, letting her mind soak up it's…. fullness. She looks up to see the boy. Ok, his name is David, but "the boy" suits her better until he properly introduces himself. A smile kind of creeps across her face as he sits and leans back in the chair. Just how my homeboys would at home! She thinks, almost excited. "So…was it you I saw in that car?" he asks, crossing his arms. She shrugs and cocks an eyebrow. "Maybe…why you wanna know?"

"Cuz she had a thing for me, and I could tell she got something in her. Somethin none of these otha girls got. Not all prissy, you know?"

Samantha stares at him. A thing for him. Dang he got his nose in the air! I should jus…nah…I'll be nice I guess. She thinks and says," Well, you're wrong about the thing for you, but I'm that girl from the car." He glares now. "Good, I thought so. You need to stay off our turf. And stop STARIN at me, you hear me?" he says, his eyes starting to turn…red? Samantha shoots him the evil eye and replies," Well sorry. I have the right to stare, not that I did. First off! SECOND! It's not my fault that you are so damn ugly that I HAD to stare at yo porcupine self! So lay off it and move yo ass to a different table!" Everyone kind of looks to them and a silent battle rages through their eyes. He finally gets up and walks away, flicking her off. Samantha rolls her eyes and continues eating.

Samantha stares at the clock at the end of her final class, tapping the table and willing for the bell to ring. She's been getting dirty notes from David's homeboys and dirty looks from preppy girls. She was already tired of it all. The bell rings and she grabs her backpack and literally runs. When she's off school grounds she sighs and leans against a traffic light post. Her eyes scatter over all the people leaving from school and sees a girl with black hair walking with David. David points and the girl walks over. Dammit, David, just leave me alone! She thinks and the girl walks up to her. "I hear you've been hitting on my man", the girl sneers, her blue eyes sizing her up. Samantha shrugs and says, "So what if I am?" The girl basically gasps and Samantha smirks. "Shut it, I wouldn't hit on yo man if someone bribed me. He an ugly ass Porcupine," Samantha says and the girl tries to slap her, but Samantha grabs her hand and twists her wrist with ease. "Don't mess with me, bitch," Samantha snarls and throws the girl away. Then she walks off to a group of black people cheering and whooping. A girl runs up to her and asks, "Do you KNOW what you just did?" Samantha shrugs and walks faster, leaving everything behind.

Samantha eats her dinner in silence as Craig and Jake shovel it down and talk about how England is in their stupid opinions. As it gets quiet, Jake and Craig are pausing to swallow and scoop up even MORE food, Samantha's mother asks, "Samantha, how was YOUR day?" Samantha looks up in anger and says," What do you think? It was bullshit! I told you we shouldn't've moved." Then Samantha stands up and mutters about being excused to go for a walk. Samantha storms out the house and slams the door.

"Hey Samantha," a voice says as she sits in the park silently. She glances up to see David. "What?" she asks, her temper rising already.

"I just wanted to say sorry"

"Uhhuh"

"No really. You want to go grab a bite?"

"No, I already ate" And thank god I did.

"…we could go catch a movie"

"….no"

"I saw how you handled Cindy today"

"That's cool" Who's Cindy? Oh…that bitch.

"…and I was impressed"

"Ok!"

"Samantha, look. I know you're alone and bored. Don't you want to just…hang out?" Samantha looks at him and sighs. "Fine," she says, rolling her eyes. She doesn't notice the knife in his hand or the red glint in his eyes as he puts his arm around her waist and they walk off.