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Chapter 2

"You already have detention on the second day?" Carly reprimands, shaking her head.

Sam nods. "Honestly, Carls, what did you expect?"

Carly doesn't answer. "What did you do this time?"

"What do you think? Missy, of course," Sam rolls her eyes.

Carly sighs. "Sam…" She isn't Missy's biggest fan, but being Carly of course she is civil to her, which Sam finds to be impossible. Carly just can't understand why Sam conflicts with Missy so often.

"I know, I know," Sam groans. "I shouldn't let her get to me. But I did, Carls, and now I'm stuck in detention with Missy…and Freddie Benson."

Carly nods her head. "Well, Sam, it's your…"

"I know, it's my own fault, you don't have to rub it in," Sam growls. "Well, we better get to class."

Shaking her head, Carly heads off to class. Of course, Freddie Benson comes down the stairs then.

"You ready for detention, Benson?" Sam asks.

He shoots her a friendly glare. "It's pretty much your fault, Puckett."

"How so?" She retorts.

"You and Missy are really funny when you fight," he tells her before he heads off to class. She follows behind, processing the words in her mind.

Really funny. Freddie Benson thinks I'm really funny.

Interesting.

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During Bible class, rather than sit beside her supposed best friend (yeah, right), Carly chooses to sit in the front row, closer to Freddie than Sam but not exactly beside him.

Blech.

Carly is sketching something, and as Sam peers a bit closer she sees the faint outline of a dog, Freddie's favorite animal (she has no idea how she knows this, but she does). The dog is terrific (as is everything Carly draws).

Gibby Gibson (who is seated beside Carly) leans over and peers at Carly's sketch. "Wow, Carly! You're so good at drawing!"

This, of course, attracts the attention of everyone in the class. They gather around Carly and stare at it, exclaiming over how good it is.

Smiling, Sam doesn't show her pain even when Freddie goes over and joins those that are in awe.

She doesn't know what her talent is (and isn't sure she'll ever know). She enjoys music and singing, but this area is not encouraged at RPS, considering they do not have a choir and their music class is all about music theory.

No one (but Carly, of course) knows about her musical 'talent'. Sam doesn't know if it's a talent because she doesn't think it counts if no one knows about it. Plus, she doesn't really think she's all that good at singing.

So she covers it up instead of putting it out there in the open like Carly for fear of being rejected.

Because rejection is Sam Puckett's biggest fear (but she doesn't tell anyone).

Ms. Briggs comes in then, shooing all of the high schoolers back to their seats and away from Carly's incredible talent.

And though Ms. Briggs is usually Sam's least favorite teacher, she can't help but to feel gratitude towards the annoying woman.

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Detention that day is interesting, to say the least.

They sit in the room, each of them in a corner. Mr. Howard is (sadly) the supervisor for today's detention.

"Hello, children," His horrible voice booms over the entire room. "Since you are all such delinquents, you have been placed under my care for this hour. However, I have more important things to do than to watch juvenile delinquents, so you children have to stay here, absolutely silent, and hopefully be bored to death."

Freddie snickers, and Mr. Howard's gaze swoops over to him. "Is there something you'd like to add, Mr. Benson?"

Freddie struggles to keep a straight face. "No, sir."

"Good," Mr. Howard glares at the three of them through his beady eyes. "I'll be going now, then."

The three 'delinquents' are left alone.

"Gosh," Freddie shudders. "His voice is going to haunt me in my nightmares."

Sam nods. "Agreed. He's a little creepy."

"A little?" A small smile is curving on to Freddie's face.

"A lot," Sam confirms.

Missy (who's obviously super jealous) just sits there, a scowl covering her face. "Your face is going to haunt me in my nightmares."

"That's not even worthy of a retort," Sam tells her, turning back to the board.

They sit there (in an awkward silence) for a few minutes before Freddie finally breaks it. "What's our homework?"

"English and Biology!" Missy responds quickly, excitedly. Both Sam and Freddie shoot her looks that (hopefully) tell her how weird and desperately obvious she is being.

Freddie finally just nods. "Um, okay."

Awkward silence overwhelms them once again. Sam's the one to break it this time (she's always hated silence). "Um, so… how was your Chinese class?"

"Okay," Freddie states glumly. "We just talked about secrets."

Sam cocks an eyebrow. "Secrets?"

"Yeah," Freddie stares at her, confused. "You know, like things that you don't want to tell others…"

"I know what a secret is," Sam rolls her eyes. "What did you say?"

Freddie's face heats up. "You know, Shannon said she had a boyfriend…"

"What did you say?" Sam repeats stubbornly.

"IsaidIhadagirfrendinmyastity," Freddie mumbled.

Sam frowns. "You know, I couldn't quite understand that."

"I said I had a girlfriend in my last city!" Freddie bursts out. "There, you happy?"

"Thrilled," Sam says emotionlessly. "Wait, do you even have a girlfriend in your last city?"

Freddie shakes his head. "Of course not."

"Liar," She teases.

Missy takes this chance to butt in. "You know, I had a boyfriend once."

"What? Was it a pity date?" Sam replies. "Oh, it must have been, judging by your face."

Missy's face turns red from anger. "Take that back, Puckett!"

"Yeah, that'll happen," Sam smirks. "What are ya gonna do, sic your boyfriend on me?"

Missy scowls. "You're so stupid."

"Not quite as brave without your brainless comrades around, are ya?" Sam grins cockily. "You just use them to make you look smart, which is dumb, cause they actually make you look even dumber."

Freddie just watches them fight with an amused look on his face.

Mr. Howard bursts in then. "I heard voices!"

They all sit there quietly for a few minutes. When he speaks again, he says, "All right, get your butts out of here. The school is closing in five minutes and if you're not out, you'll be forced to jump out of the window. Sadly, I'll be faced with the torture of seeing you all tomorrow."

They all dash to get their stuff and leave. With a quick wave, Freddie leaves on his bike.

Sam sighs as he leaves.

Why does he have to make it so hard to get over him?

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