Algebra
"Sam! We just went over this!" Freddie exclaimed. "FOIL means first, outer, inner, last! It doesn't mean aluminum foil!"
"I'm hungry," Sam said. "I'm getting some fruit kabobs."
"No! You heard Mr. Howard, if you don't pass this test you'll fail algebra!"
"And?"
"Sam, if you fail the class then you won't get to prom or the grad trip."
"I don't care about the lame prom," Sam shrugged.
"Well too bad, I rented the tux and booked the limo."
"Then I guess you're going alone Fredump," Sam said. "Because I'm perfectly fine failing algebra. It's not like you use it in the real world anyway."
"You'd really make your boyfriend go to prom alone?"
"You'd really make your girlfriend do math?"
"All right, I'll go by myself," Freddie said. "I just hope I can stay clear of those three girls that asked me to the prom last week…I told them I had a girlfriend but they still seemed pretty eager to-"
"Shut up," Sam snapped, kicking Freddie in the shin. "I'll study this stupid algebra chiz. But I won't like it."
"I don't ask that you do," Freddie smiled. "By the way, you know I'd never go with any other girl to prom, right?"
"I know, you're too madly in love with me."
"So modest," Freddie laughed, rolling his eyes. "And fyi, Carly told me you already picked out your prom dress weeks ago; sounds like you're pretty psyched for the 'lame' prom. Psyched enough to try to pass algebra, which is why you studied for two hours last night without even a ham break."
"Carly!" Sam exclaimed, running upstairs to cause her best friend some serious pain.
