Break. I always seemed to enjoy this time in the morning. I was with Sam at her locker when a group of about five football players started walking towards us. Sam saw them first. "Iris, just walk away. We've got trouble." She muttered. I shook my head. I had to stand next to my best friend.
"Oh, Look. It's Iris and her girlfriend." I hated how the school said that Sam and I were together. I was straight as an arrow. Sam was bi-sexual. She's very open about her sexuality and she didn't care. Since we hung out so much, people think that we're together. I then noticed that Finn and Puck from Glee were in this group.
"Look here you bigoted prick," Sam started to get up in his face. "She's my best friend. We're not together and we never will be. I suggest you get out of here before I take you by the back of that twenty dollar hair cut, shove my books down your throat, so when I need them, all I have to is point them at my desk and squeeze really hard." They were face-to-face. I had a feeling this was going to end badly. It also does. "So… what's it going to be?" She finally asked.
The football player chuckled before replying "Taste slushiee!"
The cherry ones always burned the worst. Especially when it goes in your eyes. Yet again, Sam and I were washing slushiee off of our faces. "I can't do this anymore, Iris. One of these days, you have to start standing up for yourself." She was right. I knew that I had to start standing up and saying 'no'.
"It's hard to do that though. You know how I am." Sam sighed.
"You just have to try, Iris!" She looked down at the sink. She closed her eyes and sighed again. "Maybe we should take a break."
"Take a break? You make it sound like we're dating." I gave a small chuckle before saying, "Sam, you're my best friend. Who will help me now?"
She looked up at me before saying, "Get some of your friends in Glee Club to help you." Was she jealous? Could she honestly be jealous?
"You're just jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"I'm starting to get other friends than you." Sam gave a small scoff.
"Iris, they feel sorry for you. They don't want to be your friend!" She exclaimed. In all these years, I have never heard her raise her voice at me.
"What about Artie?" That got her.
"I'm done. I'm just done." She started towards the door.
"With what? Being my friend?"
"Everything!" She yelled before storming out.
Great. What can I do now?