SAMMY'S POV.

I watch as he struggles with the vending machine.

Did his snack get stuck?

Well then it's time for me to step in. Pjmas. And into the night, we save the day.

I think that's it. Or am I missing something. Anyway it's been long since I last watched that that cartoon. If only that little devil hadn't broken the tv in my room.

Balling my hand into a fist, I bring it against the glass like surface, smiling when the machine coughs up the stuck snack.

Hehehe...never underestimate the power of Sammy de great.

Blade merely looks my way, picking up his goodys and going his way.

A thank you wouldn't have hurt.

It's been a week. A good week. And he won't still acknowledge my existence.

"Keep up with the good work." A hand pats on my shoulder. Tommy picking up the excess snack that had fallen along due to my assault. "Maybe he will notice you one day."

"Fuck off dickhead." I scowl then heave a sigh. "What do I do? He won't even look my way."

"He is a lost cause Sammy. Just give up." Cynthia pops out of no where, attacking Tommy. "I should have it. You have eaten enough food for today already."

"I picked it first, so it's mine." Tommy snorts holding his ground. "Besides I see no name on it."

"Sammy got it and as her favourite best friend it belongs to me." She states.

"Who says you are her favourite best friend. She definitely loves me more." Tommy snorts, earning a glare from his opponent.

"Then let her decide." The shortie cross her arms around her blossom. "Who do you love the most Sammy? Me. Or this idiotic dick?"

For real. Sammy is busy morning her one sided crush and the only thing they are about is a stupid, fucking gummy bear.

"You know what. I hate you both." I walk away, stopping after a few steps. I turn back, snatching my hard earned gummy bear snack from Tommy's hands. "I really hate you both."

"Why take out your frustrations on your poor besties?" He whines and I throw him the middle finger.

It's almost time for gym class. My lunch is already ruined, I should just head there instead of walking around headlessly.

"Are you okay Sammy." Mr Clementine asks as soon as I walk past the double door. He doesn't bothers to hide the shock in his face.

"Am fine and thank you for asking Mr Clem." I force a smile, taking a seat on the ground. Indian style.

I pop a brow when his gaze doesn't leaves me. "Can I help you Mr Clem?"

"You don't have to stay for the class, if you feel sick I can just give you a pass to go home." I stare at the old lady who looks no less than in his thirties.

"Why would you think I am sick?" Do I look that bad? I mean I have been having a hard time in getting a good night sleep nowadays. All because of a particular someone.

"You just never come this early." The old lad admits.

Wait. That's right. I always come in, in the middle of the class or the moment it ends which always leads to me been punished.

"I guess I didn't check the time before coming." I frown, glancing at my wrist watch.

"Since you came early this time why don't you give me fourty push ups."

"Fourty push ups? But I came early. Am not late. You can't just punish me. It's not fair..."

"You won't get to practice during the class." I jump up at his word.

"For real." That is equal to getting a free pass. Yeeeeehhh.

I get in position, pushing through the exercise. I collapse on the ground at the count of fourty, rolling on my back.

"It's been so long since I last did any strenuous exercise." I cough, breathing through my nose and mouth at the same time.

"Lazy." Mr Clem comments and I resist the urge to shoot him a glare.

"Am going to go take a shower." I say, getting on my feet.

I don't wait for his reply, pushing through the boy's locker room. The  shower in the girl's room is broken and can only release hot water. Now tell me, who the fuck use hot water for bathing after a strenuous exercise?  The others don't seem to mind, but I do.

So I prefer using the boys locker room.  The guys were animalistic about it at first, but I straighten them out.

Violence always work.

I still take precautions tho. Using it only when the guys are all done or with someone watching. Tommy's job. It's still early am sure no one is around.

I take my clothes off, changing into a white towel. A shiver runs through me the moment the cold water hits my delicate skin. I spend less than three minutes watching up, then rinse my body with water.

And that's what you call...a quick wash up.

Tying the towel around me once more, I walk to the door, but it jerks open before my hand reaches the knob.

Shit. I locked the door, didn't i? I can't believe a stupid motherfucker is going to have a free ticket to see my perfect body. A full display.

My breath remain caught in my lung, keenly watching the dew from my quick bath disperse, slowing giving out the form of the intruder.

Bitch.

I do the first thing that comes to my mind, swinging with full force I throw my fist, aiming for the head.

"Ouch." The figure stumbles back, finally crashing to the ground.

I step forward, cracking my fist for more damages.

Wait...shit..

I squint my eyes, a gasp escaping my lips at the taboo I have just committed.

With my own hand. Oh goodness, no.

Not my ice prince.

He looks up to me, his eyes balding with fury and hate.

Now I have just made things worst.