Act 3: The Climax

Scene 1: In which you don't know whom to trust

Song: Rolling in the Deep-Adele

Setting: Brooke-Ridgeway High

Three Months Later.

In the past, Sam and Freddie worked on their trust and jealousy for the other. Reuben even kept his part up, too. No one knew about the couple.

They had all the drama they could handle first quarter, and they were hoping to settle down. The two groups were really starting to bond, and would hang out a lot at the Groovy Smoothie.

They were getting closer to Spring Break, and the group was making their plans to spend it together. After eating lunch together for the past three months, the guys and girls had become very acquainted with each other. They spent a lot of time hanging out at the Seattle Bay Mall, the batting cages, or even just hanging out at each other houses. Sam's house became quite popular due to the fact that she had her own separate place from her parents.

Whilst closing her locker, Sam felt someone's arms circle around her.

"Give me a kiss and no one gets hurt," came a quiet, rough voice.

"Please don't hurt me," Sam whispered, as she pretended to be scared of her secret boyfriend, " But I must warn you, someone would be very upset if I was to kiss you."

"And who would that be?"

"I can't tell you… it's a secret."

"Good job, Blondie," said Freddie as he turned Sam around to face him.

Blondie had become one of his favorite nicknames for Sam. It was cute enough for a pet name, and no one else called her it. Thus, became his name for her.

Sam stepped out of Freddie grasp. She was wearing a Lily Safari Popin sleeveless dress that hugged her curves, well. It was in celebration of the warm spring this year, appropriately in yellow to match the sun. She wore platform sandals and a leather body bag (which carried her books).

"I have a surprise for you," Freddie beamed while bringing Sam to their favorite make-out spot so no one could see them. He turned on the light and made Sam close her eyes. She suddenly felt something cold on her neck and opened her eyes.

"It's beautiful Freddie, I love it," Sam said.

"I hoped you would, and I never want to see this necklace off your neck. This is just a way to remind myself that I am actually with you." Freddie said with a sigh. He hated that they had to hide their relationship. He hated how jealous he felt when the other boys tried to flirt with Sam. Just the other day he caught Brad making a move on Sam. It frustrated to him to no end, but eventually he calmed down. He just wished that he could tell someone about him and Sam. But Sam told him not to, it was against the rules, and neither of them were suppose to break them.

Except she already did.

Last month had been rough. Her mother had been particular hard on Sam about her grades, which were slipping. Freddie offered to tutor her, but she knew that their tutor sessions would end up more as tutor sessions. And that wouldn't help with anything. Instead, her mom decided to get her a tutor, herself.

Jordan Samuels was 21, had a teaching degree, and was downright hot. He could literally melt the sun if he wanted to. With his brown gelled up hair and gray eyes, no girl could resist him. Except Sam Puckett. Kind of. She didn't mean to stare dreamily at him during their sessions, it just happened. And that time when her face heated up after he congratulated her on getting almost all her geometry problems right, was pure coincidence. Right? Right. There wasn't any other man for her besides the one that was standing in front of her. So Sam wasn't allowed to like the older man. Not that she liked him, it was pure lust… um, admiration… maybe nothing.

But back to her big mouth. On top of a new tutor, all right grades, soccer tryouts were happening. She knew she was already in, but she had to keep herself in perfect shape, which took a lot of commitment. Oh, did she mention that she had to keep her boyfriend a secret as well?

So when Melanie called up for her once a week chat, Sam blurted out the one thing she thought for sure she could keep in control. Thank goodness Melanie swore she wouldn't say anything.

"You want to hang out with me tonight," Freddie said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yep." She said with a smile.

Setting: Carly Shay's adobe

Carly Shay sighed as she flopped onto her purple bed. Her house may have not been as big as Sam's, but it still was nice. She lived in a three-story Spanish stucco house. Out front her housekeeper, Francine, kept the flourish lawn neat and tidy. The inside was cozy, contrasting to Sam's house, where there was a big comfy couch, many green plants, and a great big fireplace. No wonder Sam spent a lot of time at her house. It was the picture perfect symbol of 'home'.

On the third floor was where Carly's room stood. Ergo, where Carly laid on her bed.

(AN: Her room looks just like it does in the show, because I think that room is beautiful.)

Carly Shay liked to believe she was a good girl. She liked to think that she did everything right. She had great grades, was polite to all her teachers, and the boys liked her. But she did have the tendency to feel needy. Yes, like every girl, Carly liked feeling wanted. She was the opposite of her friends. Wendy simply went with the 'shy girl' act. Sam went with the 'keep them wanting more' or 'bad girl' act. But Carly went with the 'approachable act'. If she liked a guy, she went for it. She wasn't disgusted with herself to admit that she had already lost her virginity. Most girls at sixteen had lost it. Wendy, Shannon, and the list kept going. Only Sam, out of the friend group, hadn't yet.

But Carly was good girl; she took cautions (unlike Sam who took caution to the wind). She got up and went to the bathroom. She had five more minutes. She looked at her test, hoping for once, that she would fail it.

Setting: The Back of the school

"Dude, I'm to young to die," said Gibby ever so loudly.

"Well then shut up," Brad replied while rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I'm with the dweeb. Are you sure this is where we even get them? For all you know, we could be have been set up." Tommy countered with Brad. This was some serious chiz they were in and this wasn't a time to be making a wrong decision.

"Would I steer you guys wrong. Plus, I've done this before we are definitely in the right place." Brad said as he reached the metal doors and knocked on them three times.

"Password," came a gruffly voice that seemed to be behind the door.

"School is for wimps," Brad said with a sly smile. The man opened the door and the three boys went in. Brad confidently took the lead as Gibby and Tommy lagged behind. The man who had let them in was tall, bald, and a menacing tattoo of a snake on his head.

"You got what we came here for," Brad asked the man. "As long as you have my money," was his coy reply. Tommy gave the man the three hundred dollars and in return received a manila envelope. The three boys walked out back into the ally from where they came from.

"I hope those test answers are worth it," shouted the bald man.

"They are!" all three boys shouted in unison.

Setting: Groovy Smoothie

Wendy and Sam entered the Groovy Smoothie. Sam had some time before she met up with Freddie, and she wanted to catch up with Wendy. She had been so engrossed with Freddie that she hadn't been able to hang out with her best friends, lately. Carly would have joined them, but she said she needed to take care of some business at home. What ever that meant?

They were sitting in the center table; they heard the faint ding from the door of the entrance.

Sam turned her head and her eyes widened, she couldn't believe who was standing there.

Melanie Puckett live, in the flesh.

Author note:

I'm back. I got a lot of responses from my story, and I plan on finishing it this summer. I will keep writing as long as I get 7 reviews, alerts, or anything.

Notes for this chapter:

I know that there was a lot of drama, but bear with me. I wanted more of the group involved in this story because most of the beginning was just about Sam and Freddie. And that can get a little boring.

Okay let's review:

Sam spilled the secret AND has a crush on her new hot tutor.

Her tutor looks like Paul Wesley by the way.

Brad and the boys are stealing answers for some test. Ok?

Melanie is came home! Now you know there must be a reason for that.

But I'll never reveal that.

Oh and I am adding a song for each chapter

Rolling in the Deep by Adele: Edgy with a great tempo that works well with this crazy fast pace chapter.

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