A/N: Just because I love you guys so much I'm posting this quick! Hope you like it, I'm stalling, but it's a last minute thing.

Sam's POV

I was acting cool on the outside but inside I was all like: HAHAHHAHHAHAH LOL TAKE THAT BIOTCH! Nobody touches Sam Puckett's property and walks away unharmed. Freddie Benson belonged to me, and even though I don't intent to let people know that just yet, doesn't make it okay for random bitches to try to come in contact with him. I spent years having to compete for Freddie's attention with Carly, now that he was all mine, there's no way I was letting anyone come between us. Especially that Patrice girl. I knew her, better yet, I knew her kind. She was a bitch, she plays dirty, well I do too. I'm Sam Puckett for fuck's sake, nobody messes with me.

"Sam?" Freddie turned his head to glare at me.

"What?" I shrugged innocently.

"Did you do this on purpose?" he crossed his arms.

"No… I was going to throw it at you; I guess I got a little distracted by John Simmons's guns" I smirked and watched Freddie's face turn red with anger "relax dork, he is not my type"

"He better not be" he said angrily.

"Uh… getting a bit jealous are we?" I teased, but the truth was, I was relief I wasn't the only one able to feel jealous in this relationship.

"Yes!" he grabbed my arm pulling me closer.

I gasped. It was really hot watching that rage inside his eyes. Freddie was looking at me with a mix of lust and anger in his eyes that turned me on. He had this look that said 'you're mine' and liked that. Not that he would ever know that he somehow had me, but to know he wanted to, made me feel all fuzzy inside. His eyes were making a mental record of every inch of my body and I felt myself melting. The fact he wanted me all for himself made me feel confident and secure. I hated to feel weak and insecure; I hated to feel jealous and scared. I wasn't ready to admit, even to myself, that he meant so much to me that I couldn't bear losing him. I know, I know, this is so unlike me, but this much was truth; I lived so long with the certainty that he would never be mine, that when life proved me wrong I got spoiled.

I was amazed by those chocolate eyes and the way they made me feel. A part of me didn't like it one bit, but the other just came to believe this was meant to be. He held tighter to my arm, but not enough to hurt me. I wanted to kiss him and let everyone know who he belonged with, to prove to every single girl in this school that Freddie Benson belongs to Sam Puckett. I was about to when Carly's voice reached my ears.

"You guys?" she came closer to me.

Freddie didn't let go of me even when I broke our eye contact.

"Yeah Carly?" I asked.

"I thought you wanted to keep this thing between you two"

"We do"

"Well… then you better let go Freddie, people are starting to notice" this statement snapped Freddie from his daydream and he released my arm.

"You're right… sorry Sam" his cheeks turned crimson.

"Nah… its fine nub, you'll pay me back later" I smirked.

Freddie's POV

I don't know what's gotten into me. I wasn't supposed to act all intimate towards Sam in front of the whole school, but something about her statement made me feel angry, almost out of myself. I knew she was joking, Sam would never like John Simmons, he was a brainless jock, he was much more Carly's type than Sam's, but the thought of her attracted to another made me boil with rage. She was mine for Christ sake's! Well… I'm not letting her know that, otherwise she will murder me. Apparently no one can own the great Sam Puckett, but I didn't care. Now that I have her I can't lose her, the slightest thought made me angry. We were building something, I knew that, it could be something great, and I wanna see how this is going to play out.

Mrs. Briggs was talking, like always, about something I didn't care enough to remember when Sam poking my ribs. The slightest contact of her body with mine made me relax a little. Whenever she touched me, my mind was filled with the certainty that it was me she was in love with. Me, not John Simmons! Sam handed me a piece of paper.

You're such a nub!

I chuckled. Only Sam would bug me during class to call me a nub, and honestly I didn't care.

Why don't you use your cell phone? I wrote and handed her the paper. This is so old school.

Low battery dork!

I rolled my eyes at her laziness. I'm pretty sure she forgot to charge, again!

Let me guess, you forgot to charge? Is that it? I handed her the paper when Mrs. Briggs turned her back to write something on the black board.

Don't sassy me Benson!

She threw the paper at me. Oh Sam…

Oh… what if I do? After I handed her the paper a huge smirk appeared on my face.

"Trust me dork… you don't wanna know?"

She emphasized the 'don't' with a red pen.

Try me Puckett I held the paper with me not sure if I should hand it to her.

She shifted uncomfortable in her seat. Sam started to get annoyed and poke my ribs.

"What is taking you so long nerd?" she whispered.

I chuckled. Getting a bit antsy are we? Huh… good to know… good to know. She nudged me a couple of times but I held the paper just to tease her. Mrs. Briggs turned to the class.

"Something wrong Puckett?" she crossed her arms.

"Nope, just listening to your beautiful voice Francine my dear" Sam used her fakest tone sounding a bit like a British old lady.

"Huh!" Mrs. Briggs's grimace was the ugliest thing a person can lay eyes on, and Sam manages to get her to twist her face and frown every time.

Mrs. Briggs turned her back to us and I handed the paper to Sam. She slapped me in the head.

"What was that for?" I whispered rubbing the spot in head where she slapped.

"For taking too long to hand me the paper!" she whispered close to my ear.

I felt my skin burning. A few seconds later I heard Sam giggling. I knew she read the paper. She was about to hand me the paper back when the bell rang.

"Thank God!" I heard her screaming.

Mrs. Briggs's grimace returned, but it was too late for her to complain, we were already out the door. She still held the paper in her hand when we walked out of the class; I bumped my arm against hers and stole the paper.

"Benson! Gimme that!" she tried to get the paper but I was taller.

"Oh come on Sam I just wanna read what you replied" I smirked.

"Benson. Give. Me. that!" she punched my stomach.

It didn't hurt as much as it used to, it was surprising that instead of hurting it tickled me. I chuckled turning my gaze to her. Sam was holding her hand and frowning. She was in pain, I immediately came closer to her.

"Are you okay?" I grabbed her hand and started to look for any broken bones.

"Yeah… I'm fine… and you are…" she used the hand I was holding to slap my face and the other to grab the paper "stupid!" she chuckled.

"Puckett…" I tried to get the paper back but she stuck it into her shirt, right between her breasts. I swallowed hard. The thought of my hands sliding inside of her shirt grabbing the paper back was tempting, but we were in the middle of the school, and that would be inappropriate.

"If you want it so much why don't you come and get it?" she placed her two hands inside her pocket arching her chest forward.

I licked my lips and tried to steady my breath. 'We are in the middle of the school, we are in the middle of the school' I told myself. I tried to remember everything my mother told me about respecting women and being a gentleman, but it wasn't helping, she was teasing me on purpose, she was having fun torturing me. Suddenly, it hit me, earlier today she was assaulting me under the bleachers with no respect what so ever, that means I have the same right.

"Sam… don't tease me" my voice was low and husky, and she was the only one who heard.

"Why dork? Don't have the guts?" she arched her back a little bit more making me feel uncomfortable in my jeans.

My eyes searched for the janitor's closet, she was asking for it, I was going to take her there and make her pay for her constant teasing and the torture she was putting me through. Just when I spotted the place where I was taking her, someone patted my arm.

"Hey" she smiled at me.

I wanted to curse her for interrupting this moment, but I remembered myself I was a polite person.

"Hi Patrice! How's the head?" I heard Sam growling behind me.

"It's a bit sore" she rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh…" Sam came closer to me, so close that I could feel her breast touching my back "Uh… ah… Sam wants to tell you something" I tried to act cool with the proximity of our bodies.

"What? I have nothing to say!" she complained.

"Yes you have. Say you're sorry about her head" I demanded.

"I already did!" she whined.

"It's okay Freddie. I'm sure she didn't mean it" she gave Sam a smile.

It was one of the fakest smiles I've ever seen. I tried to push the thought away. Why would she do that? Maybe she was still upset about the accident in the gym.

"Yeah. I didn't" Sam's response was filled with sarcasm. Wait… what is going on here?

When Patrice opened her mouth to speak, Carly put her arms around Sam and me.

"Hey my peeps! Ready to hit the road?" she hugged us.

"Yeah. Let's!" Sam glared at Patrice, who glared back.

"Bye" I waved at the brunette who flashed me a wide smile.

"Bye bye Freddie" she winked at me, Sam glared at her once again and Carly rolled her eyes.

Okay… Am I missing something here? Why it feels like I'm the only one who's lost?

"Carly?" Sam removed Carly's arm from her shoulder.

"Yeah?" Carly keep her arm on my shoulder.

"Don't ever say 'peeps' again. It was so uncool" she mumbled.

"Oh… okay" Carly looked down.

"And another thing…"

"What?" she looked up.

"Can you give the dork back to me?" she placed her hands on her hips.

"Sorry" Carly released me and pushed me towards Sam "Here you go. All yours"

"Good" Sam grabbed my biceps and pushed me away.

"What? I thought you wanted me!" I pouted.

"And I do. I want a piggyback ride!" she hopped on my back with no further notice.

"All right. Where to Princess?" I adjusted her weight and started to walk.

"Carly's!" she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly.

"Okey dokey"