Sparks Fly

Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Sam looks up from her locker to look for Carly. Instead of finding her best friend, her eyes fall on another brunette. She turns back to the pile of junk pouring out of her locker with a twisted grin. A fire starts to burn inside her as she feels the nub getting closer to her, the fire that always rages when a victim is near. The details of a perfect plan to torture him fall into place in the few moments she has.

"Hey Sam," he says cheerily from beside her.

Sam looks up again to see the bright-eyed dork standing next to her, smiling like an idiot.

"What's with you?" She asks, momentarily forgetting her plan.

He waves at a group of students passing by before looking back at her. "I'm just having a good day. We did this really cool experiment in Chemistry, Briggs lit my hands on fire-"

"No way!" she exclaims without thinking. He gives her a slightly surprised look and smiles at her.

When Freddie looks at her, he's always angry: frowning, yelling, glaring. Sometimes he's laughing at her or rolling his eyes. On rare occasions he even smiles at her, but never like this. This is a real, joyful smile. This is the kind of smile reserved for Carly, and Wendy, and other little flowers.

But there it is, just for her.

Sam falters slightly at the sight, her bag slipping from her shoulder and landing on the floor with a thud. Looking at her in confusion, Freddie picks it up and hands it to her. She takes it back in some kind of daze.

"You all right?" And then his hand is on her shoulder.

The fire inside of her blazes like she's never felt before, and it's still growing. She jerks away from his hand before it gets any worse, then smacks him for good measure.

"'Course I'm all right," she mutters angrily as she storms away. She ignores his eyes following her and tries to figure out what just happened.

The fire is always strongest when he's around, but that's because he's such a stupid nub. But that uncontrollable passion is still roaring, even though the dork is nowhere near her.

Sam stops suddenly in the middle of the hall when she realizes her ingenious prank completely slipped her mind.

And you stood there in front of me,

just close enough to touch,

close enough to hope you couldn't

see what I was thinking of

"Puckett," Freddie growls as he takes another step towards her. She smirks defiantly and leans closer to his face. As usual, her body is itching with the desire to cause some sort of physical pain to him.

She pulls back her fist to punch him in the gut when suddenly-

he smirks.

It's just the smallest ghost of a mischievous smile, but Sam stumbles mid-swing nonetheless. She trips another few inches closer to him and her arm barely meets his side in a lame excuse for a punch. Although he's nearly as confused as she is, he now shoots her the full-blown, self-satisfied smirk.

Now Sam's the one glaring, fists clenched. The urge to hurt him is killing her, she wants to knock him to the ground, punch him in the face, shove him up against the wall and kiss him senselessly, kick him in the- what?

She staggers backwards in shock, almost as if he can hear what she's thinking. The dork's smirk disappears as he steps toward her again. She shoves him as far away from her as she can muster before blindly running away.

As the lights go down,

give me something that'll haunt me

when you're not around

This isn't how it works. He's supposed to be terrified, not amused. He's flinching away from her before she has even raised her hand, yet he has an obnoxious smirk on his face. She takes a step even closer to him, ready to beat that smirk off of him, and it happens again:

While raising her arm to punch him, her breath catches in her throat. She doesn't feel her arm limply fall to her side. Being this close to him makes it feel like her entire body is on fire.

Sam Puckett does not feel sparks. She doesn't feel fireworks, or hear bells, or see lights, or any other cliche thing she always hears flowers like Carly talk about. What she feels is something a little like wildfire, out of control and passionate, raging across her when they touch.

Suddenly, she's the one who feels the need to run. Before she even has time to register the feeling, she punches him squarely in the jaw.

"You're dead, idiot."

A month ago, he would have fainted.

A week ago, he would have been running as fast as he could.

Now, he simply looks up from the ground at the girl who knocked him down.

That stupid smirk was still lighting up the room.

He stood up calmly to confront her again. She waits for every inch of him to be pressed against her, letting the feeling burn into her memory, before punching him in the stomach. Unsure of what would happen if they were that close again, she shoves him back to the floor and runs.

She didn't have to turn back to know he was watching her with that damn smirk.

Lyrics are in italics.

Each chapter is going to be based on a different Taylor Swift song. This chapter is set before iOMG and iLost My Mind happened, but the story is going to fit with those.