Samantha's POV
Tinggg. "Sam!!! Asher's at the door. Hurry up or you'll get late for school!"
"Yes mum. I'm coming down!" I screamed as I ran down the stairs. I grabbed a cereal bar from the kitchen and screamed bye to my mum.
"Hey" I said whilst opening the door. Although he did help me from Dennis yesterday I still couodn't stand him being around me, knowing that it was because of him that I was teased for a long period of time after he left.
"Hi Sam"
"Samantha" I corrected. "Sam is only used by my friends and my mum and especially not by people who have humiliated me in the past and then come back acting as though nothing happened. Do you know how hard it was living everyday of school being teased about the humiliation you gave me. Ok, I admit I did humiliate you back but you- being the loud, popular badboy would have easily gone through it with all the girls running after you and you being you capturing them only so you can get them into bed I bet. For example my bestfriend Amy!. God knows what you both did yesterday. What did you think? I wouldn't know? Well guess what! I'm the girl next door! Meaning I could see everything from my bedroom window. And I thought Amy was my best friend! but it seems like friendship means nothing when it come to a popular, good looking guy like you!" I snapped.
"Mmm, Sam?" said another voice. I looked behind Asher to see Amy just a few steps away from us. Of course! She comes to pick me up.
I didn't even realise how all my emotions came out so quickly.
"Amy?"
"Yeah Samantha. It's me. I can't believe you could think such about me. And I thought we were best friends. What I don't understand is why I shouldn't be allowed to be with Asher. He's a great guy. You don't even know him. You don't have no right to be angry about the fact that I was at your enemy's house. You really need to get over what happened 2 years ago. We were all kids and all it was, was a little shout out about your Teletubbies pants! You really need to get over yourself Samantha. Not everythings about you, so I'll be with Asher whenever I like." And with that she walked away.
My throat was blocked. I couldn't get anything out and I didn't even notice the tears fall from my eyes.
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I walked to school, later than usual due to my breakdown earlier on. I went to my locker, got my books and walked over to Art class. God knows how I'm going to face Amy. Hopefully everything is back to normal otherwise it would be really awkward seeing that we both sit bext to each other.
I walked into Art class and took my seat next to Amy who was already there.
What do I do? Should I speak to her? Oh My God. Why is this so difficult?
"Hey Amy" I said in a calm quiet tone. And what did I get? No reply. I get it- silent treatment? She ignored me and carried on painting. I'm not going to lie- her art skills were amazing. I looked down at my art piece which was already spread out on the table for me. I had a bit more painting to do. I got my paintbrush and started brushing the paint onto my paper. After a while, seeing how it had dried out, I dipped it into the water and gave it a swish-
Oh shit!
I unintentionally swished the cup of water too hard which cause the cup to tip over and fall all over Amy's masterpiece.
"You B***h!!!!!! I always knew you were jealous of my work but it doesn't mean you have to ruin it all! Just because I didn't reply to you doesn't mean you have to destroy my work!"
The next thing I knew was that she was pouring paint all over my work.
What the hell was that for! Mine was a flip-in accident!
"How does that feel Samantha?" I didn't even listen to what she said. The only sound that caught my ears were the way she said my name. So bitter.
"If I knew you were like this from day 1, I would never have been your friend" I said squeezing the bottle of panit, aiming at her work but went straight onto Amy's clothes.
"Just because you have no nice clothes doesn't mean that you go ruin everyone elses" She screamed whilst saueezing the bottle all over my face and behind me, htiting some other students. The entire class erupted into a paint fight until-
"Samantha Crown and Amy Winchess! To my office now!" Mrs Buttletocks screamed from the front of the class. She was the head of year as well as our art teacher so I'm guessing- Big Trouble!
