|Failure to Communicate
Author: SKgus PM
rated T for some language. Sam and her gang of friends have nothing to fear while they're together. Junior year hits, and their friendships hasn't changed at all. Not one bit. Not for one second. Right?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 9,487 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 02-22-08 - Published: 07-26-07 - id: 2395504
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Her eyes flared when she saw him, her heart started to race, and her face started to flush when he started to walk near her. Trying hard not to look at him, she opened her locker without much difficulty and checked her schedule to try and find out what she needed. The guy, suddenly aware of the girl's presence, started to walk towards her. He had slightly long dark hair that was shifted slightly to the side in the front. He had a tan complexion with a sharp jaw line and was definitely very muscular and well built. It was no wonder that so many girls were staring at him with big eyes, following his every move A small smirk formed in the small corner of his lips when he realized that she was deliberately trying to avoid his eyes. Finally, he arrived right next to her locker and nonchalantly leaned against the locker with both hands in his pockets.
"Hey there." She didn't respond but, instead, resolutely continued to organize her locker. She was a relatively average girl with an average height. Her long dark brown hair trailed down to mid-back and she had keen green-grey eyes. Although she wasn't terribly skinny, she was thin enough; and although she wasn't terribly bulky, she was definitely toned enough. Just another average athlete.
"Hey, are you in there?"
The guy leaned in closer to see her face and wondered what she was thinking. While he was leaning in, she abruptly faced him and promptly punched him in the gut.
"HOLY CRAP! What was that for?"
"Because I hate your guts, that's what. Zach, guys like you have such big heads I'm surprised you can walk straight. But I guess it sort of does make sense since your thick head can't comprehend that you're just not hot."
Zach snorted and smiled.
"You're not over me, are you Sammy?"
Samantha turned and glared at him. God, he was such a piss off. She smiled sweetly and said in a dangerously honey-like voice,
"No, I'm not. I'm not over how much an asshole you were to me and I'm not going to be done until you pay for the shit you put me through. So no, I'm not over you – I'm far from over you. Not until you're dead and rotting three feet under will I be over you."
"Aw, you still love me, Carter!" Zach cooed.
"I love the fact that you're going to die a very painful death in two seconds if you don't get the hell away from me, Smith." Sam was nearly ready to take his head off. Her face started to get hotter as she forced to keep her fist to herself. Smith had no idea about what she was keeping from him. Hell, if he thought that she was over the fact that he left her…no…TRIED to leave her for her best friend, he was making the biggest mistake of his life.
"You don't mean that Carter. Look, you're blushing because I'm here…" Zach winked at her. Without warning, she raised her knee into his groin area and Zach went down to the ground. Sam calmly pushed her long hair out of her face and simply looked at him on the ground. Then she snapped her eyes up to realize that a large portion of the female population in her school had just witnessed this. She started to glare at them and growled.
"What the hell you staring at, kids. WALK!"
The kids scampered and Sam placidly picked up her bags next to a slightly crouched Zach. She kicked his shins on the way down the hall. Heads turned as she walked down but always hurriedly looked away when they thought she was looking. She had a reputation of being a bitch when she wanted to and people knew not to mess with her. Yup, that was Samantha Carter and her ex-boyfriend on the ground, Zachary Smith.
"So, how did Smith look after you finished with him?" Sam looked at one of her best friends ever: Amanda Rosenberg. She was a stylish girl with a strong outgoing personality. It didn't hurt that she was athletic too and was a star basketball player since freshman year. People often said that Sam and Amanda were twins from a former life since they could both be as bitchy as they needed to be when they wanted to.
"Well, you'll find out when he tries to show off his battle scars to you." Sam couldn't help but grin when she said that.
"Screw you." Amanda said unconcernedly. It was common knowledge by now that Zach had dumped Sam for Amanda. Sam was slightly jealous of her best friend, not because her ex-boyfriend found her more attractive, but because she was definitely the better looking of the two. Her slimmer body and her sharper looks definitely could turn heads with a little make up on. She had black hair that went down to her shoulders. She had the perfect modeling body though she never showed it off. However, Amanda was indifferent about Zach's affection for her since she thought he was an asshole for dumping Sam. She knew she could do better and they had a little saying between them: Chicks over dicks all the way.
"At least Zach got what he deserved," remarked Jessica. Amanda and Sam both stared at their quiet friend who was usually so reserved. If there was a saint among the three, it had to be Jessica. Jessica was actively involved with her church's youth group and always thought about others before herself. She was reserved and smart and rarely said a bad thing about anyone. She had dirty blond hair with brown eyes. She had a very pale complexion, but it made her look even more like a doll. Jessica looked, simply, precious. She even had small dimples underneath her eyes when she smiled. She had neatly creased the corner of her book and placed it alongside the rest of her books. Such a neat freak and a perfectionist.
"Great thing too. Too bad his dick is virtually nonexistent. I bet there wasn't anything to put a mark on, Sammy" Amanda started to laugh and realized that she said this a little bit too loud. She looked a table of very frightened looking freshmen boys and barked at them. "Quit staring pal, or you'll see what death looks like."
"Manda, you really
have to stop bullying freshmen" Jessica pleaded. "Some of them
are people I have to work with for projects and stuff."
"Hey Jess, if they give you a hard time, you know who to call." Sam winked at her and started to smile. Suddenly, someone covered Sam's hands with her eyes and winked to the other two.
"It's the other girl of our group" smirked Amanda.
"HEY! I'm not a girl. I'm such an attractive male. I'm the reason why my species thrives."
"Shut up, Chris." Sam retorted. He finally let go of Sam's eyes and she found her vision slightly blurry. Chris was one of Sam's close male friends and sometimes got along with Amanda and Jessica but mostly just talked to Sam. Chris was an average guy with average features. There wasn't anything too great about him, but he had a very nice look. His light brown hair was short and slightly curly. He had a wide smile and really nice blue eyes. Overall, Chris was the friendly guy with a casual atmosphere.
"What are you doing here?" Sam questioned.
"I'm just visiting my favorite girl." Chris gave Sam a goofy smile. Sam knew, however, that Chris was definitely here for a different reason. He was way too nice to be just saying hello. Chris, noticing her skeptic expression, finally gave in and said. "Yeah, I need some help with the math homework…"
"You mean, you don't want HELP; you just want my homework," retorted Sam. But Chris was her best friend and she couldn't leave him hanging there so she pulled out a spiral ringed binder and gave it to him. "Just give it back within this hour."
"THANKS SAMMY-POO! You're the best." With that, Chris gave Sam a little kiss on the cheek and started to copy it down. Suddenly, while Chris was furiously scribbling down formulas, another tall member of the male species came by and nudged Chris' elbow and watched Chris' hand make a nice straight dark line on the paper. It was Richard Stevens, Sam's best male friend by far. She and Rich had been neighbors, or at least block buddies, since they were in second grade.
Rich was a little more reserved than Chris and had a slightly subtle smile on his face. He had short spiked hair that matched his dark-rimmed glasses which gave him a very casual but very good looking look to him. Sam sent Rich a nice big smile from across the table.
"Hey there, Rich."
"Hey yourself." Rich always said that for some reason. He also nodded to Jessica and Amanda. Finally, he looked down at poor Chris who was slightly grumbling. "Suck it up man. Have some balls, unlike Zach." Sam and Amanda both laughed openly while Jessica made a small grin. Rich came and sat across from Sam and casually leaned on the table. Rich was definitely a very smooth and chic guy, not to mention attractive. Sam always thought he was the best looking guy out of his friends. He started talking casually with Jessica who he always got along well with. Sam had suspected something between them while she was going out with Zach, but it never happened and she didn't want to press Rich for the details so she let it slide. After all, Rich always told her the important stuff in his life. If there was something between the two, she would know about it. However, before Rich said another word, John Silverman, Rich and Chris' fellow basketball team mate, sat down at the table. Unlike Rich and Chris' friendly appearances, John was a bit more… mysterious, shall we say? He was terribly good looking but had a slightly intense look on his face which was quite intimidating. He always wore a dark leather jacket and some jeans which looked slightly faded, but definitely fashionable. His dark hair nearly covered his eyes, but not enough to show that he had very deep green eyes. He was definitely an attractive guy even though he hardly spoke. Sam wasn't a friend of John but he was in the same crew as Chris and Rich so she just accepted him.
"Hey John, what's new?" Chris said as he finally finished his homework. "Here Sam, Thank you a lot. I owe you dinner some day." Sam smiled as she took her notebook back. He said that at least fourteen times a week; she'd be getting free meals for the rest of her life at this rate. "Hey John," Chris continued, "you wanna come to my house for some hoops today? Rich, you too."
"Wow guys get a life. Is basketball seriously all you guys think about?" Sam snorted, obviously disgusted at the lifestyle of her male friends.
"Naw, we have other things to think about too. Television, Food, and Hot Chicks." Richard grinned. It was too easy to piss off Sam. Sure enough, Sam was starting to turn a little pink. As she glared at Rich's calm and easy face she started to say,
"Wow, you sink almost to the level of Smith."
"She's going to kick you in the middle like she did to Zach this morning if you're not careful." Chris winked at Rich and ducked when he saw a pencil fly his way. Even as Chris grinned, it seemed to fade rapidly as he started to quiet down. He was really shy when it came to being around Sam's friends for some reason and didn't like to be loud next to them. He always acted as if he caught himself doing something illegal.
"Well, when you toddlers stop throwing shit at each other, let me know. I'm going to go to class now." Amanda marched away. They all knew by now though, she wasn't actually mad. Amanda turned around before going out the door and gave the girls a little smile. Just as it looked like Amanda was going to make a nice exit out of the cafeteria, she noticed some boys staring at her ass and she gave them the finger before going out. Jessica started to smile and strangely, John started to laugh a little too. Sam turned her head to see John, but just as she turned, John's face was inscrutable again. It was so quick that Sam wasn't even sure if it was John that laughed. Next to her, Chris was shaking his head slightly.
"Damn, that guy that gets that girl is going to have to go through hell and back. She's a feisty one isn't she? Haha." Rich laughed openly
"Ah well, that's Amanda for you, isn't it? I'm just psyched about our basketball game which, need I remind you, is tomorrow." Chris started basketball talk with the guys again and Jessica who was absentmindedly doodling looked up to Sam and started to say quietly.
"Do you like anyone right now?" Sam racked her brains. Was. She. Interested. In. Anyone? She'd have to think about that one.
"Not that I can think about right now. Why? Do you?" To Sam's surprise, Jess didn't answer and she quickly said.
"Never mind, never mind. Forget I said anything." Sam grinned and turned to the boys who were in a heated discussion about something of basketball, for sure.
"Hey guys, I'm going to go now. Jess, you wanna come too?" Jessica nodded and picked up her things and started to leave. Sam waved goodbye to the guys and was surprised to see Chris slightly looking down when we left. Huh…Oh well. Any suspicions she started to form were wiped clean out of her mind when she looked at her best friend. "So, what was it you REALLY wanted to tell me?" Sam grinned. It wasn't everyday that Jessica took an interest in this subject. Something was definitely up.
"Uh…nothing. I told you it was nothing." Jessica started to blush a little.
"MY LITTLE GIRL'S GOT A CRUSH!" Sam looked at Jessica with a slightly cooing voice. "Who's he? Or she I mean…" Jessica hit me lightly on the shoulder before Sam finished.
"Haha. No it's a he, but I'm not sure if I want to say anything yet. It just started like not too long ago but I'm not sure if it's anything yet. I'll let you know if I really start to like him."
"Hey hunny bun, you're definitely crushing on this guy. You haven't blushed since…ever." Amanda came out of nowhere and grinned at Jessica. "I just went out just to get you guys to come after me and I guess it kind of worked." Amanda said after seeing Sam's face. Now that they were together they started going to their lockers again to pick up some books for the afternoon. They all had lockers next to each other with Sam on the right, Jessica in the middle, and Amanda on the left.
While they started to leave, Zach came over calmly avoiding Sam's eyes. He casually leaned against the locker again with his left hand and looked directly at Amanda. He was definitely trying to pull off a cool look, but the girls could all see just what a big asshole he was.
"Hey Amanda, say would you like to get some dinner with me on Saturday?" Zach tried to maintain his 'cool' look, but the slight waver in his voice showed that he was beyond nervous. Amanda though, being the great girl she was, just calmly kicked Zach in the middle where Sam had just previously kicked him that morning. Zach gasped at the ground and writhed on the floor for the second time that day.
"No." Amanda said and she calmly walked over him as she and the other girls walked down to go to their next class. Sam saw another group of girls gasping as they saw their dear Zach on the ground again. They started to glare at Amanda only to realize who she was and who was next to her. Sam and Amanda both growled and the girls ran down the hall the opposite way.
There were exactly three rules at this high school.
Don't piss off Amanda
Don't piss off Sam
Don't mess with any of their friends.
They were simple rules and they weren't hard to follow. Shy and quiet people never went near these girls and guys and the few brave ones would manage a hello here and there. Of course, the whole entire gang wasn't a very nasty group, but they were very strong-minded and determined. No one even dared to break any of the rules, and yet Zach Smith had broken two in the same day. What a dipshit.
A/N: This is my first story ever. Any corrections would be greatly appreciated as well as some tips. Thanks.