I reached my locker and realized that I didn't have any changing clothes. You could clearly see my bra and stomach through the shirt I was wearing. My back was turned towards the hall way, so I didn't see when he approached.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around, only to be surprised. I stood there in complete and utter shock. Once that wore off, he began to speak to me.

"I am really sorry about what happened in there," he tried to look me in the eye, but I avoided his gaze.

"Its okay." I tried to end the conversation, but he was persistent.

"No, its not. I should have been watching where I was going." I still had my head down, just trying to find a way out.

"Seriously just drop it and let it go. I have and I'm the one with the food on me."

"No its not!"

Finally my frustration got the better of me. I picked my head up and looked him in the eye.

"Look, I just want to go home, because in case you haven't noticed, my shirt is see-through," I put an extra emphasis on see through. Then he looked down at me and both of our cheeks seemed to simultaneously flush a deep shade of red.

"Here," out of no where he pulled his shirt over his head and handed it to me. This gave me the opportunity to really look at him and trust me there was a lot to see.

He had deep brown eyes, with brown hair that landed in front of his face. His arms were nice and toned and accented by his six pack. Overall he was hot, but there was one problem. I didn't know his name.

I finally recovered from the site of him and was able to speak.

"I can't accept your shirt."

"Why not," he asked with a curious look on his face.

"Because I don't even know your name."

"Oh, my name is Freddie Benson," he said with a small smile on his face.

"Okay Freddie, I'll go change."

The shirt was loose on me, with a v-neck that swooped a little in the front, but it didn't reveal too much and I could make it home in this shirt. When I walked out of the bathroom, Freddie was leaning against the lockers and I assume he was waiting for me.

"Hey, you," he directed to me. "I don't know your name, but how about I take you home now?" he seemed fidgety and nervous.

"My name is Samantha Puckett, but you can call me Sam. And we don't even know one another."

"Fine, then give me a chance to." The air around us suddenly seemed heavy and tense.

"Are you asking me on a date?" I didn't mean to sound as mortified as it came out.

"No, I just want to be your friend," I stood there in a stupor. Most people just over looked me, and never considered me a friend.

"Okay Freddie, I'm just going to walk home now." I started to walk away, when Freddie stopped me.

"Can I at least walk you home?" he sounded sincere.

"Sure, but could you at least put a shirt on?" I couldn't help but stare him. He let out a chuckle, but complied and retrieved a shirt from his locker.

We walked outside of the school and started to walk towards my house. The longer the silence lasted, the more nervous I became.

"So, why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him.

"Because I know what its like to be the new kid, in such a small town."

"Oh," was all I could muster.

"Since you asked me something, it's my turn to ask you a question." He said with a smirk on his face.

"I'll start with something simple.," he said.

"Shoot."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Brown," I answer truthfully. Freddie started laughing at my response.

"And may I ask why?"

"Well it's the color of gravy." He laughed again, but looked at me expectantly.

"What's your favorite hobby?"

"I like all things techy." There was a certain gleam in his eyes, when he said this.

"Really?" This surprised me because all of his ripping pectorals.

The conversation continued down this path, the entire walk home. By the time we reached my house I learned that his favorite color is blue, he loves technology, and he's eighteen and plays football for the school.

We reached my front door and a somewhat awkward silence started to settle.

"Let's skip the awkward silence. Bye Sam." This caused me to laugh.

"Bye Freddie."

As I walked into the house, it seemed that living here wouldn't be so bad.

Because Lunch was towards the end of the day, I only skipped Physical Education. So I decided to go into my room and start on my homework. Halfway up the stairs, the door bell rang. As I went to the door, I spotted a pair of yellow skinny jeans through the window and instantly recognized them. Sure enough when I opened the door, Tucker was waiting.

"It's about damn time," he hadn't even allowed me to speak and invite him in. Tucker walked straight into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

"Not to be rude, but what are you doing here and how do you know where I live?"

He had an annoyed look on his face before he answered me. "I came here to talk to my new best friend, you, and I followed you and pretty boy back here."

After I processed what I he said, I began to talk. "How can we be best friends when we don't even know each other?"

"Oh details." He said with a wave of a hand, brushing my statement off.

It was obvious that he wasn't even going anywhere anytime soon, so I embraced him.

"Can I offer you something to drink?"

"A glass of water is fine, but then we have to get down to business."

"And what business would that be?"

"We have to get to know one another better, silly goose."

"And how do you suggest we do that?"

He sat in silence and pondered my question for a moment.

"How about we say our deepest secrets to one another and that way we can become closer."

"And does that seem logical to you? I'm not entirely sure that I'm comfortable with sharing stuff like that."

"Oh, don't be such a prude and I'll go first."

"When I was six my mother molested me. Then she left and my father decided to beat me until she came back. P.S she never came back."

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry."

"Don't worry about it; I live with my grandmother now."

The most surprising thing was that he still had a bubbly personality after going through hell on earth.

"Don't feel bad for me because everyone in this town has a secret, but now it's your turn."

Time seemed to slow. My breathes had become labored almost. The thought of telling Tucker about my past. If I told him about my past, but everything would change. It's always the same reaction from people and I don't want to lose one of the friends I made today.

Obviously noticing my discomfort, Tucker gave me an out.

"Look I get that you're not comfortable with talking about your past, so how about you tell me about the necklace."

It somehow slipped my mind that I had been wearing a necklace, it might something to do with Freddie's shirt that I was wearing.

"Back when I was living with my mom, she wanted me to have something to remember her by. And she didn't want me to lose it so; she put it on a chain."

"Samantha can you come down here for a moment?"

"Sure mom." I walked down the stairs slightly nervous because my mother never called me Samantha. Also we had gotten to a point to where she was pass the through the house and barley glanced at one another.

"Sit down for a second. I want to talk with you."

I nodded my head for her to continue.

"I know things aren't the best around here and I know that I haven't been the best mother to you. But I want you to know that I love you." She then pulled a black velvet box from behind her back. I opened it slowly and my eyes met a nine carrot gold ring with a single blue sapphire stone surrounded by two diamonds on each side.

"How can we afford this?" I asked generally dumbfounded.

"Don't you worry about that." She said in a stern voice.

The ring was beautiful, but my only problem was being able to keep track of it.

"What if I lose it?"

"Come here kid I'll fix that." She motioned for me to get closer. My mom reached around my neck and unclasped my necklace, which had a flower in the middle. She proceeded to slide the flower off and replaced it with the ring and the necklace was reapplied on my neck. Tears started to form in my eyes and they eventually spilled over and rolled down my cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" her flashed with fear, as if she had done something wrong.

"Because I'm happy."

"Now that we are bounded together by secrets, how about we do homework." Now that was surprising, because Tucker didn't seem like the serious type.

We worked, talked and laughed for a few hours before the door opened. I didn't know who could be home, because I didn't know Jennifer's or David's schedule.

"Sam, I'm home." It was David's voice. He walked into the kitchen and stumbled at the sight of Tucker. I decided to introduce them to one another.

"David this is Tucker Reynolds, he's a friend from school that I met today," then turning to Tucker.

"Tucker this is David Puckett, my …." I wasn't sure how introduce David, because he sure as hell wasn't a father.

"I'm her dad." David finished for me.

"Well, Mr. Puckett if you are worried that Sam and I will get into a relationship; don't. I am a gay as the come." And with that Tucker walked out, but not before adding, "You at school tomorrow Sam and try to dress like a girl!"

Once everything dyed down, David started to prepare dinner. The silence between us was fine with me because I didn't have to deal with our relationship. But then he had to ruin everything.

"So how was you first day of school?"

"Stop, let's not pretend you want me here because you and I both know you don't." I walked away and went to the backyard.