A/N: Hey you guys! I'm sorry about the crap chapter, but my 5 years old cousin is here and she is driving me insane! I'm even sending wrong messages to wrong people! Sorry you guys! Good thing is I turned her into a SEDDIE shipper! Anyways, for those who asked, my first language isn't English, in fact I'm Brazilian! I learned English by myself, I had crap classes in school (same as nothing) so I had to learn with movies, music and books. Okay, no more stalling, here's the chapter.

Freddie's POV

I was walking down the hallway towards the lockers in the middle of Carly and Sam. Carly was eagerly talking to Brad about something I didn't care enough to pay attention, while Sam and I were silent. Our hands brushed a couple of times, that's wasn't enough for me, I wanted to hold her hand, but I couldn't. We decided to take it slow, and letting the whole school know about us wasn't part of the plan. We agreed on being our usual selves in front of the people, only now, we would look at each other, and we would know how we felt. When we were alone, the fun part happened; we could make out, play silly games and talk. Of course Sam insisted on keep the nicknames she had for me, and once in a while she would punch me playfully. I didn't mind, that was the way we were, and I wouldn't want it any different. Though we decided on keep dating, we didn't decide where we're going or when we were going, but I had plans. When I first asked her out I planned a bunch of things I knew she would like.

We walked to school together, but not in a romantic way. We met with Brad in the Groovy Smoothies and headed to school. The most time we acted normal, like the old Sam and Freddie, because although we were together, we were the same. I wasn't expecting Sam to act all mushy and lovely towards me, I didn't want that, and I knew she didn't either. We had a little argument just this morning, like we did before, only this time our eyes met and we shared what we really wanted to say to each other with one look. Of course, afterwards she punched my arm; I rolled my eyes and tried not to smile. She was the same old Sam and I was the same old Freddie. That wouldn't change.

I snapped out of my daydream when Carly yelled at Wendy.

"Wendy!" she called her name.

"Hey guys!" Wendy walked towards us "Oh I have something to tell you" she told Carly.

"Ok… come on Sam!" she dragged Sam away with her.

I knew Sam didn't want to go, she hated gossip, and all Carly and Wendy did together was gossip about boys or whatever. Sam looked at me over her shoulder and groaned. I chuckled. Sorry Sam… can't save ya!

"You're head over heels" Brad's voice didn't keep me from looking at Sam's back. She had a great butt…

"Yeah" I said without looking at him "I guess…"

General POV

"She's not there now" the red haired girl told her brunette friend.

"Great! I'll go talk to him" she put some lipstick on and checked herself in the mirror "how do I look?" she asked her friend.

"You look… fuckable" the red haired girl shrugged.

"Great… here I go" the brunette fixed her boobs and walked towards Freddie.

He was leaning against his locker talking to some blond boy. She didn't care about the blond, her eyes were on Freddie. Freddie Benson… who knew he could be so attractive? As she walked towards the boy, she locked her eyes on his torso. He seemed to be growing up just well; she wondered how he would look like without a shirt. That was easy to find out, she thought. Like a lioness approaching her prey, she was careful and fierce. She had her eyes on him, and him only. Her goal was to seduce and conquer. That will be a piece of cake, she thought. He was laughing about something, and she couldn't help but find his smile sexy. She came closer; he didn't notice her at first, so she cleared her throat.

"Hi Freddie" she greeted him eagerly.

"Hi… Patrice" he had an casual tone of voice, but she didn't mind, she was there to take the prize home, not matter what would cost.

Brad's POV

I saw this girl a couple of times around school. She was a hot brunette, that was no doubt, but there was something off about her. I can't explain, but when she came closer, she had this weird look on her eyes that made me think she was up to something. She complimented Freddie and completely ignored my existence until he introduced me.

"Hi… this is Brad, he is new. Brad this is Patrice" he introduced us.

She gave me a polite and quick handshake. I couldn't explain, but when she looked at me it was like she wanted me to leave. She had this look on her face that said "what are you doing here?" I just acted polite and ignored my instincts. She kept looking at Freddie like he was a piece of meat. I didn't like her. Just then I knew she didn't have good intentions.

"So? I know last time we saw each other things ended up kinda weird" she looked down regretful, but not on a good way.

"It's okay" he shrugged like it was no big deal. Clearly Freddie didn't realize she was up to something.

"No it is not… so I was thinking, that maybe I could make it up to you somehow" she said it with a flirtatious tone.

"No need" he said, again like it was no big deal.

"Oh come on Freddie, let me do something. I feel really bad" she pouted. Damn that girl was cooking something, and it wasn't something tasteful.

"It's okay Patrice, seriously, you don't need to do anything we're cool" he laughed.

"Oh… you're still mad at me don't cha?" she gave him a hurtful look, but I didn't buy it.

"No… it's not that" Freddie was a good boy, like a knight shiny armor he would always come to rescue the damsel in danger. Only this time, the damsel was the danger.

"Then let me do something to make it up to you" she came closer and poked his chest with her index finger. She was flirting with him "come on, I'm sure there is something I can do to make it up to you…"

To make things even worst, Sam was walking towards us with her fists ready for punching. She looked a lot like Chuck Norris before starting kicking some ass. Poor girl, she was going to lose that pretty face of hers. Freddie didn't notice Sam, but he pushed the girl's hand away anyway.

"Wanna do something to make it up to me…? Just don't feel bad anymore and we're cool" he gave her a polite handshake then let go of her hand quickly.

The girl didn't seem very pleased; I guess this wasn't the answer she was expecting. Sam approached us, I could picture smoke coming out of her nose and ears, and she was pissed.

Sam's POV

I was just finishing being bored with Carly and Wendy's conversation when I saw that dirty slut approaching the dork. At first I thought she was just walking by, and then she stopped to talk to him. I saw Freddie introducing her to Brad, and I relaxed a bit, maybe she just wanted to meet Brad, but when I saw her ignore Brad and turn her gaze to my dork I felt a strong rage boil inside of me. I tried to control myself; maybe she was asking something about some class to him, if I acted stupid for nothing I could blow this great thing we're starting. So I waited, patiently to see what her deal was. Carly and Wendy weren't paying any attention; they were very entertained in whatever conversation they were having. I tried to keep my cool, even if my eyes were making holes into her brunette head. When I saw her poking Freddie's chest I lost my cool and walked towards them. Freddie didn't see me, but Brad did and he looked worried. I saw Freddie pushing the girl's hand away and giving her a polite handshake. That's my boy! The damn girl didn't leave though, she stood there being one of those bitches who never give up, I didn't know what the hell she was talking to him, but that didn't stop me from wanting to hit her! She started playing with her hair and I knew; she was flirting with him. Girls, except me of course, do that when they wanted to flirt with a guy, Freddie didn't take the hint though, he was acting very casual and polite. When his eyes met mine I felt my body relax. He gave me one of those heart-melting smiles I used to hate, and I knew that whatever the hell that bitch was trying to get, was already mine.

"Hi" I said, trying to sound as menacingly as I could to scare that slut away.

"Hi Sam" Freddie gave me a goofy grin and I smiled back.

"Hi Sam right?" the bitch acted like she didn't know me. Everybody knows mama! But I knew what she was doing; she was trying to act superior, like my existence didn't matter, well fuck you!

"Yeah. And you are?" I decide to play her little game.

"Patrice" she said looking at me like I was a hobo or something.

"Cool" I looked at Freddie "Let's go dork, there is something I need to talk to you about" before anyone could say anything I grabbed Freddie's hand and dragged him away with me.

"Sam the class is about to start!" he complained.

"I don't care Benson, you're coming with me" I said dragging him out of the hallway with me.

"Where we're going?" why must you make everything so hard Benson?

"We're going to make out under the bleachers" before he could answer I shoved him under the bleachers and attacked his mouth.

He was mine, and mine only. No bitch will touch what belongs to Sam Puckett. If she dared I would break every bone in her body.