sam shut her locker with a huff, leaning her forehead against the cool metal. an arm draped over her shoulders and she whacked it off, knowing it was luke's.

"ow!" he yelled, rubbing where he was slapped. "jesus, what crawled up your asshole?"

"mr. graves, that's what. he gave me detention! okay, listen to this -- so i clearly told him i was going to the bathroom when i walked into the class a whole five minutes early and i didn't get back until after the bell rang 'cause every stall was occupied, and the jerk marked me tardy and said that was my fifth tardy in the row and threw a detention slip at me. like, sorry i'm not the fuckin' flash and can't pee at the speed of lightning." sam grumbled, letting her hands fall to her sides in defeat. "my mom is probably gonna kill me, and i was supposed to babysit these kids tonight but now i can't and i'm just so irritated." the folder she was carrying slipped out of her hands, calculus papers falling everywhere. "oh my god, fuck me." sam stared at the papers for a minute before crouching down to collect them.

luke's mouth formed an 'o' shape and his eyebrows raised. "well, i mean, i could, but wouldn't that make our friendship a little weird, sammy?" he looked down at her on her knees, smirking widely. "however, you are in the perfect position to blow me, so that's cool." luke winked, making her blush as memories flashed through her mind.

sam rolled her eyes and glared at the blonde boy. "shut the hell up, hemmings, i'm not in the mood. i have to go sit in a classroom that i hear smells like straight up sweat for 3 hours with people that scare me. pray i come out alive. i bet it's gonna be like that episode of drake & josh where there's a rabid dog and weird girls and some guy tying the teacher up."

her friend laughed at her, leaning down to help clean up the mess. "sam, chill. all you do is sit there and do your homework or something. you know you can text me if you get really bored. it's not like a prison, jesus."

the bell rang signalling the end of school and sam groaned loudly, pulling the detention slip out of her back pocket and having a strong urge to rip it to shreds and throw it in mr. graves' face. "i gotta go, i'll most definitely text you." she told luke, waving goodbye and walking the opposite way of him.

sam entered the classroom with her head down, headphones already plugged in to drown out any noise. the advisor grimaced at the fact that there was yet another student here and ripped the pink paper in half, throwing it in the trashcan beside him. sam rolled her eyes and looked around the small classroom for a place to sit and almost did a double take when she saw a flash of orange-hair underneath a black snapback.

ducking down, she shuffled to a seat on the opposite side of the room to prevent any confrontation. sam was not in the mood to have michael pestering her about some damn pizza. she pulled out her homework and began to work on it, proud that she might actually finish it for once since she had time. her head bobbed to the beat of her music as she chewed on the end of her pencil, trying to figure out a math problem.

she was ripped out of her little trance by someone tugging her headphones out of her ears. she turned to them with her pencil still in between her teeth, ready to rip their hair off their head.

"michael? what do you want?"

he smiled at her. "i didn't know you go here!"

"well now you do." sam muttered, going back to her work.

"how come i've never seen you around?" michael scooched his desk closer so theirs were side by side and he peeked over at the paper she had out. "oh, you're in those classes. that's why."

"what?"

"you're in the advanced classes, i'm in the standard ones. that's why we don't see each other."

sam looked at him funny. "okay?" she didn't really know how to respond to that.

he didn't catch onto the confusion in her voice. instead he laughed to himself and adjusted the snapback on his head (which made him look extremely attractive, but sam wasn't going to admit that.) "how was the perfect pizza?" michael thought his joke was too funny, causing him to crack up behind his large hand.

"it was okay." sam shrugged. "the pepperoni's sucked. there weren't enough spread out over the whole pizza! it was only in like, the first two bites, and then nothing but cheese. if i wanted nothing but cheese i would have ordered a cheese pizza."

michael frowned. "you really didn't like it?" when sam shook her head, his frown deepened. "damnit. well, what are you doing here in detention?"

"i pee too slow for mr. graves' liking apparently."

michael raised his hands. "woah, no need to hear about your bodily functions, thanks."

"you asked." sam looked back to her paper and sighed before tucking it away, knowing it was hopeless to even try anymore.

"that i did, sam hodgens." he opened his mouth to say something else but closed it when sam jumped at her phone vibrating in her pocket.

iMessage from: hemmo 1996
how ya holdin' up bub

iMessage to: hemmo 1996
fine. pizza guy's here

michael looked over at her shoulder. "who's that?"

sam immediately locked her phone and held it to her chest. "nosy much? for your information, that was luke."

michael scrunched his nose up. "luke? 's that the guy you were with last time i brought you pizza?"

"yeah, why?" asked sam with furrowed eyebrows.

michael shifted awkwardly in his seat, bringing his legs up to his chest somehow. "are you with him?"

sam, who had just taken a sip from her water bottle, almost spit everywhere. "oh my god, no. we tried that once before and it just didn't work out, we're better as friends."

michael had to suppress a smile. "good, cause i woulda felt real bad asking you out on a date if you were dating someone else. but you aren't, so it's all good."

sam rolled her eyes for probably the hundredth time that day. "yeah, yeah, pizza boy. you'll be waitin' a while."

"hey sam, do you wanna hear a joke?" michael perked up, collecting his things now that the dreaded 3 hours was over.

"not really," muttered sam under her breath. michael didn't hear her though, and went through with it.

"what's a dog's favorite pizza?" michael held the door open for the both of them, taking off his snapback to show his flat hair.

"i don't know, michael, what is it?"

"pup-peroni!" he began to giggle, shoving his fist in his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut, crinkling his nose up cutely.

"michael?" sam said in all seriousness, looking up at him and nudging her shoulder into his.

"hmm?"

"shut the fuck up!" sam lightly punched him, laughing as she parted from the orange-haired boy until next time.

a/n; this was long and i kinda dont like this chapter honestly but i didnt want michael to just be delivering pizzas to her house the entire time lol and yaaas suke happened at one point and yes if u got the reference she did give him a bj in the past lmao and no there will not be a love triangle don't even start. vote, comment, do whatcha do