Freaks and Geeks( A Sam Weir Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Two: Bullies and Bad Influences

"And then she tripped, and all of her books flew all over the floor. It was hilarious." Cindy Norman laughed.

"Well did you help her pick them up?" I asked.

"No. I was late for bio. Besides, it was funny." I inwardly rolled my eyes. I heard a slam and looked over to see Alan with Sam, Neal, and Bill.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I crush your Twinkies?"

"Hey, what did you do that for?"

"What are you gonna do, go crying to your sister?"

"Leave him alone, Alan." I spoke up.

"Why are you standing up for him?" I stood up, walking over to him.

"Because he's not a jerk, for starters."

"Ooh. That hurt." I rolled my eyes. "Tell you what. I'll leave your little boyfriend alone, if you go to the homecoming dance with me." I scoffed.

"I wouldn't go with you if you were the last man on earth and I had to in order to save the human race."

"Fine.You're dead, Weir." He walked away, and Sam turned to me.

"Thanks, Rachel. But you didn't have to do that."

"Alan's a Neanderthal. Someone had to say something. Besides, I'm pretty sure he tells people that they're dead on a daily basis, and they're all still alive and well. He's all talk."

"But now he thinks that you need girls to protect you." Bill told him.

"Oh man." Sam laid his head down on the table.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to help-"

"Well I didn't need your help!" He snapped. "No, I'm sorry. Thank you." I gave him a small smile before going back to my table.

~~~Sam~~~

I watched her turn and go back to her table without another word.

"You shouldn't let Alan do that to you." Neal told me.

"Well, I don't see you doing anything!"

"Um, my dad tells me to stay out of fights that don't affect me directly."

"You know, it'd sure be nice if you guys backed me up once in a while. Rachel and my sister backed me up and they're girls."

"But if we back you up then Alan's gonna terrorize us, too."

"Listen, you guys have gotta help me, or else he's never gonna leave me alone."

"Forget that. Rachel totally has a crush on you." Bill said.

"Really? You really think so?"

"We've discussed this, Sam. A thousand times." Neal reminded me.

~~~Rachel~~~

Lindsay, Sam's sister, walked past my table, where Daniel was dumping his tray. He's a creep.

"Hi Daniel."

"Hey, Lindsay. What's up?" What is Lindsay doing talking to him? "Where you been?"

"I've been...just around."

"Come on, let's hit the patio." 

"Oh, the smoking patio." I raised my eyebrows.

"Mhm."

"O-ok."

"It's alright. They don't bite." He told her.

"Ok." She looked up, meeting my eyes. She gave me a small smile before following him outside. It's bad enough that my brother hangs around with them. Now they've got Lindsay Weir too?

~~~Sam~~~

"You really think Rachel likes me?"

"Hello? She stood up for you in the cafeteria." Bill pointed out.

"No way. We're not her species."

"Rachel's not like that and you know it." Bill argued.

"Do you think Rachel has a date for the dance?" I asked.

"Ok, the dance is tomorrow. She's a cheerleader. You've seen "Star Wars" twenty-seven times." Neal told me. "Do the math."

"I know, I know, but my Dad always tells me that the prettiest girls usually don't get asked out 'cause guys are too afraid to ask 'em." I told them.

"Really? Maybe I should ask our Farrah Fawcett-Majors."

"Hey, maybe I should ask out Bill's mom." Neal said.

"You better not." I glanced down the hallway to see Rachel at her locker. She tightened her ponytail, standing on her toes to reach the top shelf of her locker, biting her lip in concentration. She wasn't like the other cheerleaders, no matter what Neal says. She doesn't care about popularity. That's my favorite thing about her.

~~~Rachel~~~

I turned around at my locker to spot Nick with his friends...and Lindsay. Kim Kelly walked up to them.

"I'm cutting. Who's got gum?" She asked.

"Sorry." Daniel said. Lindsay started digging through her bag. Ken pulled out a flattened piece of gum.

"Oh, that's real great. You know, why don't you blow your nose in some bread and make me a sandwich too?"

"Why is everyone crawling up my but today?" He asked.

"Because you're a moron."

"Hey, Kim, I got some." Lindsay volunteered, taking her bag off to dig through it.

"What's she doing here?"

" 'Cause she's our friend."

"What, you're hooking up with her so she'll help you with your math homework?"

"Hey, Lay off." Daniel told her.

"Um, Kim, I-"

"I wasn't talking to you, brain. Don't you have a test to take or something?"

"Hey, would you  be cool? I mean, Please." Nick told her.

"Did I do something to you?"

"You're here."

"Kim." Daniel warned.

"I have as much right to be here as you do."

"Hey brain. I shoplift in your daddy's store. You're just some rich kid who's trying to tick off her parents. You think you can hang with these guys? You think that's gonna make you cool?"

"I don't know what to tell you." She replied.

"You know what? I'm sorry. Let's be friends." She grabbed her bag, dumping it's contents out on the floor.

"Hey." Nick, being the nice one of the group, bent down to pick it up. I walked over to help him.

"Don't you have a class to be in?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same question."

'What, are you on your period?" Daniel asked Kim.

"Hey, if you wanna hang out with your little poser friend here and pretend with her, then that's your waste of time, just keep her the heck away from me." Lindsay crouched down too, picking up her stuff.

"Nice friends you got there." I told her.

"Yeah."

"Lindsay, this is my sister Rachel. She's a Freshman."

"That is exactly why I don't carry a purse." Ken said. I looked up at him.

"not even a green one to bring out your eyes?" I asked.

"Ha ha. Shots fired, Freshman." The bell rang and nick stood up.

"I gotta get to Shop class, it's the only one I can pass." I looked at Lindsay.

"Can I give you a piece of advice? Get out if this group before they get you into trouble." I stood up, walking to my class.