Well, here's the next chapter guys! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Sadly, I have three big projects due next week, so I don't know if I'll be able to update for the next couple of weeks, but I'll try, especially with exams coming up and all. But I'll try hard.
Sam was surprised by a lot of things. She was surprised when a meat flavoured bubble gum came out. She was surprised that George Bush was still president after all these years (thank god he was now being replaced by Obama) and she was even surprised when Gibby started dancing with his shirt actually on.
But nothing prepared her for this. This was more surprising than anything. She didn't think it was possible than Freddie Benson would actually be breaking the rules for once, actually taking a risk, and with Briggs for goodness sake!
She did ask him if he wanted to come, thinking he would say no, and he did say no at first. Why did she have to almost beg him to come? Because she was idiotic, that was why. But she guessed it was good, to ask again, or else they wouldn't be walking, well, sneaking out of the room together at all. Freddie would probably never do this again in his life. He must be so pleased, so excited to be taking a risk, sort of like the time he was trying to get detention for their 50th webshow spectacular.
But he looked so calm, so...blank, like this sneaking out wasn't phasing him. Sam forced herself to pay attention as she walked beside Freddie.
"I didn't think you had the guts to do this," Sam whispered to Freddie. Freddie just smiled, as Sam's heart fluttered once more.
"I didn't think you'd actually ask me," he admitted. Sam smirked.
"Well, things have...changed," Sam admitted, the smirk disappearing from her face as they stopped moving. Freddie and Sam looked at each other, silent. Sam didn't know why she was feeling this way. It was Freddie for ham's sake! He was a geek, a dork! Just because they kissed didn't mean anything, right?
Then why was she acting like a darn idiotic lovesick girl? Why was she acting like the old Freddie when he loved Carly (did he still love her?) Why did Sam get so freaking jealous when she thought of Freddie's crush on Carly?
Footsteps brought them out of their little weird trance-like thing. She grabbed Freddie's arm and roughly dragged him to the nearest room. She shoved him inside and hurried inside as well, closing the door behind her as she heard Miss Briggs' voice.
"Stupid rotten liars. How dare they say my car was towed?!" Miss Briggs muttered as she walked past the storage closet that Sam and Freddie were in. Sam leaned against the door, her ear pressed there, listening. She heard Miss Briggs turn the corner then sighed.
"We should stay in here for a few minutes until Miss Briggs leave, then we're off the hook," Sam said in the darkness, now noticing how dark it really was. She didn't even know where Freddie was.
"Ok, sure," he finally said. He sounded really close. Sam ran her hand on the wall, trying to find the light switch. She found it and pressed the switch. Nothing happened. She kept clicking it, but no light appeared. The bulb must be dead, she thought.
"The light switch doesn't work," Sam told Freddie. She sighed as she heard Freddie rummaging through something. A minute later, light illuminated the room. Sam finally Freddie clearly a couple of feet away from her, sitting on the ground, his labtop on.
"There we go," he said, sighing in relief. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, turn that thing off. We're outta here in a minute anyways. TURN IT OFF! I hear something!" Sam quickly hissed. Freddie pressed the off button and shut the computer shut.
"WHERE DID THOSE MEASLY KIDS GO?" Miss Briggs' voice shouted as Sam heard her run down the hall. Once the footsteps were gone completely, Sam sighed.
"Ok, let's go," she said as she found the doorknob and twisted. It would have worked, totally, except for one problem.
The doorknob broke off the door and Sam held it in her hand, shock written all over her face.
"What's wrong?" Freddie asked, behind her. She grimaced as she turned.
"Do you know how to open a door when a doorknob broke off?" she asked sheepishly. There was silence for a few seconds. Sam bit her lip nervously. How could she be so stupid. Wait, they were now trapped here. The teachers were all going home by now, the janitors were long gone. And it's not like they could scream for help. Miss Briggs could still be here and catch them, or yet, Mr. Yolander, who was even meaner than Briggs and Howard put together. He hated everyone and everything, except his precious Calculus class. Sam once had him as a supply for Math. Worst math class ever.
"No, I don't. There is no way. What are we going to do? The janitors have done their job up here already so they won't be up here until morning," Freddie said. Sam glared in the direction of Freddie.
"We can't do anything. We cannot get caught. We just can't," Sam said. It was silent for a few minutes. Suddenly, Freddie turned on his laptop, light flooding the room again. Sam was momentarily shocked. But she regained her composure and thought.
"Wait, I got it! Why can't we call Carly and ask her to get us out of here?" Sam asked. Freddie nodded eagerly.
"Let's do it," he said. Sam got out her cellphone. Of course, just her luck, no service.
"No service. Hey, try your computer, e-mail her," Sam suggested. Freddie was already clicking buttons.
"Already am," he said. Sam sighed as she sat down, dropping the knob on the ground. Why did she have to break the knob? If she hadn't, they'd be out of the school, walking home and Sam making fun of Freddie's geeky pants or something. Well, probably not, since she can't insult him now without feeling bad.
"Damn it," Freddie muttered, as Sam turned to Freddie. She didn't think she ever heard him say anything like that. He was such a goody-goody.
"What?" Sam asked, praying it was good news. She couldn't stand being in the same room as Freddie, let alone a freaking storage closet, the smallest space ever. Why didn't they just hide in the two unlocked lockers?
"There's no Internet connection here. I can't send the e-mail unless I'm out there because the frequencies toward the web are like cellphone frequencies. They need service, a-" Freddie started before Sam held her hand up.
"So what you're saying is that we're trapped until morning," Sam finished. Freddie nodded, looking uncomfortable.
"Yeah. Everyone's gone by now. It's already five," Freddie said. Sam looked shocked as she looked at her watch. Detention started at three-fourty-five, and Mr. Howard left at...four-fifteen, by the time everyone got to detention and stuff. And she and Freddie left about 5 minutes after Miss Briggs left, which was about four-thirty or so. So, she and Freddie have been in here for twenty-five minutes already! Great!
"Well, this is just great," Sam muttered as she leaned against the door, Freddie against the opposite wall.
"I know," he muttered as the two sat in silence.
Ok, so I hope you liked it. Next chapter I'll try to put up later tonight, if not I'll try to put it up soon. I may be able to, since I have a habit of procrastinating and I may not do my homework tomorrow. But three major projects, well now two since I just finished the first one before writing this chapter, so who knows? I'll try my hardest.