The End

1. One Day

She walked slow. Agonizingly slow.
Sam's long hair was twisted up in a bun today, she had a pink headband holding back her bangs. She studied her class schedule and wandered the hall. She was alone for the first time since the summer. Her friends weren't with her.
Perfect.

"Sammie!" She rolled her eyes. It was too early for this. Tim ran up and threw his arm around her shoulder. "Hey there buddy."

She shrugged him off.

"Oh come on, don't be like that. I said I was sorry."

Sam stopped walking and looked him in the eye, her stomach turned a little. "Sorry only goes so far."

"It's senior year, a fresh start, a new beginning!"

Sam started walking again, faster this time. "And?" People stopped in the halls, watching them, waiting for the show. It was safe to say that their frenemy relationship was the main entertainment for most of the school.

"And... and can't we just forget about what happened?" He continued to follow her down the hall.

Sam found her locker and opened it, emptying her backpack of new notebooks and binders. She tried to think about it as people walked past, but their whispers were too loud.

"You don't think they'll-"
"I'm not sure, it's possi-"
"Oh my gosh! Look at them, they're so-"
"He deserves better than-"

Sam slams her locker shut. "I don't know. We had a pretty big fight."

Tim opened his mouth, but Martha popped up out of nowhere. A tiny human, pale as can be, and just all around decent person. "Whatcha doing?" She gave Sam a smirk; a knowing look.

"Nothing." Tim said too fast.

"Uh huh, sure." She dragged the words out.

"Moving on," Sam interrupted. "I just got my schedule, do we have any classes together?" The three of them compared schedules for a moment, they all had the same home room, but mainly Sam's and Tim's schedule lined up.

Tim grinned at her. "Look at that buddy, almost all of our classes together. How exciting." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Sam huffed a little. She wasn't pleased. Tim was a class clown, a little bit of a goof. He was super popular, one of the 'cool kids', but he definitely went out of his way to annoy Sam.

Exhibit A: "It's okay Sammie, you can admit it. You love me."

"Don't call me Sammie. Only my dad can call me that." It was his nickname for her ever since she was little. But only her dad could call her Sammie, not her mom, grandparents, friends.

"You could call me daddy if you wanted." He offered.

"Eww!" The girls chorused and smacked him on the arm.

As they walked to home room, Tim offered them some good news. "I'm having a party tonight. Parents are out of town and its the perfect time to celebrate the start of a new year. And plan senior pranks."

Martha lit up. "Really? Sounds fun. Who all is coming?"

Tim answered her real question. "Brent said he'd be there." Martha nodded as coolly as she could. But considering she was in love with Brent, there was no chill, only excitement.

Sam rolled her eyes. Martha and Brent have been playing footsie for way too long. They liked each other. It was obvious. They just needed to start dating.

"Have you noticed anything odd?" Tim whispered in her ear.

"About?"

"About everyone staring. I have the weirdest feeling someone is watching me."