Sam fumbled with her lock quickly until the metal door of her locker popped open. She sighed as her 7 sausages tumbled out onto the floor.
"Hey." Freddie said cheerfully, walking to her as she bent down and shoved all the sausages into one arm.
"Hey," She said, her head popping up. He glanced down at the sausages snuggled in her arm, then shook his head. "Why are you so happy this morning?" she asked, pushing her meat back into the locker.
"Nothing," He said, smiling towards the ground, "It just always puts me in a good mood when I get an A+ on a test so early in the day." She looked at him, not blinking.
"Oh, what it'd be like to be you." She said, staring off past the brunette. He let out a breath and stepped around her.
"You know, it wouldn't kill you to be a little more like me." He replied.
"Oh, I think it would."
"Have you ever even tried to get a good grade, like, once?" He asked, ignoring her comment.
"Hey, I pass, don't I?" She said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. He made a scoffing sound.
"Yeah, but barely."
"Who are you, my mother?" She snapped at him.
"No, I'm not a middle aged crazy lady." He replied with a smirk. She glared at him, making fear flash across his face.
"SPEAKING OF GOOD GRADES..." Sam said loudly, enough to intimidate him, "I wonder what Carly's cousin is gonna be like." He shrugged.
"I don't know, you've never met her?" He asked.
"Nope," She replied, "Maybe she'll be like Carly."
Freddie laughed to himself.
"Maybe she'll be like Carly..." He said in a suave tone, drifting off into thought. Sam made a fist a whacked him in the shoulder.
"She's not gonna wanna date a goob like you, especially if she's like Carly." She said harshly.
"Believe it or not," He said, rubbing his shoulder, "Not EVERYONE hates me." She glanced at him in thought.
"I choose to believe not."
He rolled his eyes, "So, you think she'll be like Carly?" He asked. She shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe," She replied, "I just hope she's not like, a complete nub."
"What would you consider to be a complete nub?"
She looked at him.
"...Speaking of good grades..."
He rolled his eyes once more and they headed toward class, just as the bell rang.
