The Power of Pie

Hello, my name is Sam, and I'm a 17-year-old girl. Before I start, you should probably get to know me better. So let's start from the beginning. When I was born, my mother didn't want me, so she gave me to my dad and ran off. My dad is a mathematician who loved to take me to his favorite place, Lucy's Pie & Dine, and teach me what he could about math. So as time went on math became my favorite thing in the world, besides my dad. But one day, my dad called and said he'd be home a little late and to just go over to Lucy's, and he'd be there in a bit. So I went and waited for hours and hours before I got a call saying I was the ICE number on my dads phone, and they wanted me to know that he'd been in a car accident and didn't survive. So now I have to live with my rich mother, and she wants me to wear nice clothes and pretty things that I hate wearing.
So now that you know everything that's important, let's start with the first day of my new school.
"Wake up dear! It's time for school!" My mother said in the most stereotypical rich person way she could.
I grumbled under my breath and got up and got dressed into the outfit that'd  already been picked out for me by the maid the night before. Ugh, it made me look like a priss. And I guess everyone at school thought so too because everywhere I went I was known as "The Priss". I hated this. Then came third hour-math. I was relieved. At least I had math now. I used it to distract me from the rest of the world and still keep me close to my father in a way.
"Alright class, group project today. Just work with your desk partner," the teacher said.
I quickly found my seat and saw who my partner was. It's a guy with brown, ear length hair with deep green eyes.
"Oh great... I have to partner up with the priss. I'll have to do it all myself," he said.
The paper was passed out, and I did it all without him in about 5 minutes. This was supposed to take all week.
"Hey I'm done with with number 1, need help?" He asked.
"Nope I'm done; do you need help?" I said with sass and sarcasm.
His face went blank.
"I'm sorry... my name is... uh Mark." He said with a pale face.
"I'm Sam."
"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't mean to under estimate you, I just thought-"
" You just thought that since I dress like this, then I must be a priss."
"I'm really sorry." He rubbed his neck and stared at me with those big green eyes.
"Hey, do you wanna get outta here and go somewhere?" He put his hand on my leg.
"Do you like pie?"