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"So, what'd your dad say?" Carly asked, as she and Sam lay in their chosen beds.

Sam was caught off guard by this question. How could they go from talking about how she loved fried chicken to talking about her dad? "Huh?"

"You said you had to call your dad before bed…when you went in the bathroom."

Sam sighed, trying to shrug it off. "He didn't answer."

"Oh, well did you call your mom to see if she knew where he could be?"

"They're divorced," she told her, carelessly. She didn't really think her parents were all that good together anyway.

"I'm sorry."

Sam didn't really like pity or even something that slightly hinted to it, but she right now she was too sleepy to argue about it.

There was a sharp knock on the door and Carly rose from her bed to answer it, since Sam clearly wasn't about to. "Gibby? Freddie?"

Sam's eyes snapped open and she groaned. The two weirdoes from earlier. Nubs. Well the Freddie guy is. The other Gibly boy just has a bad taste in clothing.

"She's asleep?" she heard Freddie ask.

"No, I'm not asleep," she said, lying up. "Maybe it's because in the middle of the friggin night two morons burst into my dorm room."

Freddie laughed at Sam's feisty attitude. Everything was going wrong tonight—well, to her. And to top it all off, in the corner Sam saw Carly lean in to give Gibby a kiss. She threw the covers back over my head. Now that was disgusting.

"Do you mind?" Freddie asked, sitting on her bed. She uncovered her face and glared at him.

"What do you want? Why're you talking to me? Just go away!" she snapped.

"Sh!" He shushed her and she shot him a warning glance. "Boys aren't allowed in girls' dorms after midnight."

"By all means, get the hell out."

"I just wanted to say—"

"Girls?" It was the woman controlling all the girls dorm rooms. "You know the drill. I gotta check for boys."

"Out the window!" Carly hissed, pushing them towards the window.

Sam watched, amused as ever. "No, no, they should stay."

Before running towards the window, Freddie shot Sam a smile. "Later Demon."

"Girls?"

"Uh, coming Mrs. Roll! I'm just trying to…uh, straighten up a bit."

"Well, hurry up,"

"Run, run, as fast as you can," Sam teased as the boys finally jumped through the window. Sam helped Carly close it and then jumped in bed as Carly ran to open the door.

The woman looked around and frowned. "I thought you said you were straightening the room up…"

"Pfft, yeah, this is how me and my roommate straighten up."

The woman looked to Sam and Sam gave her a thumbs up, still laying back in bed.

The woman nodded and checked under their beds, in their bathrooms, and in their closets. "You're good. Lights out."

Carly nodded and let the woman out, locking the door behind her. "That was so close."

"Not close enough…the boys still made it out alive!"

Carly chuckled and turned out the light.

"Carls?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

Is it obvious that the nerd guy likes me?

"Nothing. Goodnight."

"Alright class," The teacher spoke up. "This is obviously your senior year…and I will be your second period trigonometry teacher."

"Kill me." Sam muttered under her breath, earning an amused glance from her partner—Carly.

"Now, if you will, please take out your trig books underneath your desk."

Sam didn't even reach under. She took out a wrinkled sheet of paper and a pen and wrote something on the sheet.

"Sam," Carly hissed. "You'll get in trouble if Mr. Clayton finds out you're practicing your penmanship in trigonometry!"

Sam rolled her eyes and continued writing, finally passing the paper over to Carly who slowly read what was written.

I didn't sign up for this…! I thought this was supposed to be an arts school…what happened to all the arts!?

-Sam

The arts classes that you aren't mastering in are the last periods-4th, 5th, and 6th—meaning you will have Chorus, Band Orchestra, and Drama. I believe Freddie will too, since he has dance class with you. The art that you are mastering is 7th period. 7th period is longer and sometimes runs overtime since you have the most talent in that area.

-Carly

Ugh. At least tell me when lunch is.

-Sam

Lunch is all next period—3rd period.

-C

All next period!? The whole hour!?

-S

Yup

-C

Finally! One good thing about this stupid academy!

-S

"Ms. Puckett, I asked you a question…"

Sam's head snatched up to the teacher in the front of the class. "I'm sorry Mr. Clayton…my cat just died and it's…really taking a toll on me."

"Your cat?" He asked, a sympathetic smile falling on his lips. "Don't they have nine lives?"

Sam fake sniffled. "Yes…she got hit by my neighbor 8 times…last time was the final straw."

"That is so sad…" Mr. Clayton said. "Go to the bathroom…get some tissues."

Sam nodded and stood up, crying as she walked out. Carly couldn't help but smile. That girl was genius.

"So," Gibby asked when the lunch bell rang. "What do you think of the new girl?"

"She's different. I like that about her." Freddie admitted. "But she's just not into me."

"You wanna know what I did for Carly to like me?"

"Not really," he smirked. "You told me a trillion times."

"It's always good to hear it over again." Gibby shrugged. "It was an ordinary day in acting class. I was sweating from so much theatre and then Carly walked in and asked for my bottle of water…"

"Okay, I thought Carly was sweating and came into your acting class and asked your theatre teacher for a bottle of water. He told her to go to you because you were the water boy and you handed her a bottle of water."

"I like the way I tell it better."

Freddie shook his head but straightened when he saw Sam and Carly walking their way.

"Hey!" Carly said in her usually friendly voice. "How was the first day of second period?"

"Good, I guess," Freddie shrugged. "I have it with Gibby."

"Of course you do. They roomed you with someone you have your first two periods with."

"I can't wait til 7th period dance class…" Sam said.

Freddie's eyes lit up and he spoke. "You have 7th period dance? With Ms. Salters?"

Sam shrugged. "What's it to ya?"

"So do I…"

Sam pushed past him and Carly followed her, sitting down at a table. Freddie and Gibby sat on the other side of the two.

"Look at all these people," Sam shouted. "Wasting a good hour for eating on talking!"

Freddie watched her devour the Chick Fil A sandwich in no time.

"Why're you watching me while I am eating?"

"Nothing better to do…"

"Try doing what lunchtime is for—eating."

He laughed, slightly. "I'll see you in seventh period, Sam."

She shrugged and he got up and walked out of the cafeteria doors. "Did I scare him off?"

"No," Gibby answered. "He usually walks out around this time…I have no idea what he does."

Sam rolled her eyes and threw her wrappers away, taking the same door out that Freddie did.

She heard music playing lightly to her left. Following the music, she walked along the little pathway.

"Fredward!" she called out and heard the music stop completely.

She ran the rest of the way and barely caught a glimpse of a blue backpack—the nub's blue backpack.

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