I noticed I'm flip-flopping from POV's almost in an organized manner. It's just a coincidence so don't expect Freddie's POV to come after Sam's. It might be that way just by coincidence but I'm just doing it as the story progressess. Whatever happens I'll go to the better POV. Just saying so you don't get used to it.

Sam's POV

I got Fredward good! I thought as the red-faced nub sat down. He was trying to get really flirtatious so I'd get disgusted and humiliated and back out, but I caught on. He even made out with me, thinking I'd beat him up. I hate myself for saying so but I just made out with him instead. Yes, I kissed Freddie Benson but it's so I don't lose. He's a good kisser, though, I thought. Ugh, I hate admitting that. At least I didn't say so out loud.

Howard started his rant and soon every kid had fallen into a state of monotony. I became undyingly bored, wishing Carly was in the class with me. It was the only class we didn't have together—how jank is that? The only choice for communication was Freddie. I wouldn't be caught dead talking to him usually but since we were "dating" I didn't have to worry about rumors. Besides he might crack if I said anything romantic he wouldn't like.

I quickly scribbled a message on a piece of loose-leaf, crumpled it, and—after checking Mr. Howard to see his back turned—threw it. It hit Freddie in the head but he didn't turn. Frustrated, I went to pick it up and threw again. Still he didn't turn. He won't ignore Mama for long, I thought, picking the paper up again. I moved my finger and thumb together and reached over to flick his head. He cringed and turned, thankfully. I outstretched my arm, the paper in hand, and he took it. I gave him a girlfriend-like wink for the heck of it, and he blushed again. I laughed inside; the only good thing about the challenge was annoying him. And kissing him, I thought before I could stop. I wonder if there's a doctor who removes irritating head-voices…

I saw Fredlumps writing on the paper. After putting his reply down, he twisted to face me and hastily dropped the paper on my desk and turned back around. Mr. Howard didn't notice for he was writing something on the board. I unfolded the paper and read his note:

You don't have to be flirty. We're the only ones reading this. I smirked, for my message had said Hey, baby. I was just messing with him (which was fun) but I'd cut him slack...Okay, I'm lying.

I wrote my response (Whatever do you mean? I thought you loved me?) and threw it atop his desk. He opened and read, and I sensed his eyes rolling. I chuckled at him as he wrote more down. It was apparently a long reply because he didn't pass back for a long time. I was getting more impatient with every passed minute. What kind of message was he writing that was so lengthy? I soon became fed up with waiting and leaned over to grab the paper.

Mistake.

Why it was a mistake was because Howard chose then to turn back to the class. He saw me leaning, my arm reaching for Freddie's note, and a scowl came onto his lips. He marched over to us and the room hushed. His arms crossed over his sweater, he raised one white eyebrow. Freddie and I looked up at him and he gulped.

"I should've known." Howard snarled, uncrossing his arms and snatching away the note, "Maybe you'd like to celebrate your relationship with Principal Franklin?" Freddie whimpered a little and I coolly went back to my original sitting position. As suckish as it was to get caught, I wasn't intimidated by a balding, Velociraptor-like man. Should've guessed Fredwimp would be.

We got out of our seats and followed him out to the principal's office. He kept the note tucked away in his pocket, and I glared at Freddie for whatever he wrote. He looked highly embarrassed, which is not good considering I had no idea as to what was on that note.

Ted's office was close to the room so we got there soon. Howard opened the door forcefully and shoved us in, Freddie actually landing on his face. I snickered at him and sat down in one of the wooden chairs instead of helping him up; just 'cause he's my BF doesn't mean I have to be sweet.

Ted was sitting at his desk and he sighed upon seeing me. Howard slammed the door shut behind him and Freddie staggered to stand; Howard pushed him in his seat once he had regained balance. He then walked to stand beside Ted and held out the note. The principal looked to me with a raised eyebrow, and then took the note with a sigh. I glanced at Freddork as he read: his face was tomato-colored. Soon it'd have new colors—black and blue—if he wrote anything bad on that paper. I moved my eyes back onto Ted and his face went from a tired look to a surprised one. He kept lifting his eyes to stare at Freddie and me, and then he'd look back down.

Finally he finished the note. Calmly, he refolded it and opened a drawer from his desk, and dropped it in. I saw a smile light up his features, the white teeth glistening against his dark skin. Why's he so happy? I thought. I felt Freddie shift uneasily beside me.

"Thank you, Mr. Howard," Ted said, waving Howard off, "You may go back now." Howard's mouth was open and he seemed shocked we weren't in trouble.

"B-But they…they're delinquents!" he stuttered, "D-Don't they get…get in trouble? ! Or something? !" Ted just laughed at his spluttering.

"No, they're off the hook," he said, "You may go back now, before the rest of your class destroys the school." Howard glared at us, and then at Ted, and finally left in a huff. I grinned; we weren't in trouble! Wait…we weren't in trouble?

"Sam, you may go back to class too." I was snapped out of my thoughts by Ted's voice. I was confused by the fact we weren't in trouble and then I was excused but not Freddie. I rose from my chair and looked at the dork; he was sweating up a storm. I almost let out a giggle before realizing Ted would get suspicious maybe. So I left. Before I closed the door I saw Ted rise from his desk seat. Oh, Fredweird's in for it now.

Smirking evilly, I went back to Howard's room.