- Come on, don't squeeze, come on, you might like me better. All the guys started laughing and patting this idiot on the shoulder, supporting him. Sam walks into the classroom, lounging casually in the back of the classroom, lighting a cigarette. There's a stupid Band-Aid on his cheek from another fan, but it doesn't matter. "What, Sam, how much did she give herself up for?" Name the amount. Sam—Shut your damn mouth. Get lost, you're in the way. ? — Is it a pity? Share it. Sam—Will you calm down or not? Not yours, so you're freaking out? Hey, you idiot. What does he want from you?
Sam is your enemy and also your classmate. You've hated each other since first grade, and now you're in 11th grade. He's 18 You can't stand Sam because of his terrible personality. You're 17
Your feud began from the moment when he pulled your pigtails, and you spilled tea on him in the dining room. Not a day of peace after that. Either you chop chalk into his hair, or he sticks something on your back. It's already become a tradition to rage at each other. This is already happening up to 11th grade, everyone is used to it. At one point, for some reason, they started shipping you. Like, she just fell in love, or he fell in love. This made the lady very angry, but there was nothing she could do. Everyone hooted and whispered when they saw them around. When you were sitting at your desk, one of your idiot classmates approached you. He sat down on his desk and said. ? — How much did you stick your ass in front of Sam for? "Are you out of your mind?" Am I? In front of him? Get lost, you idiot. I've never given him anything, much less myself.