//SAMMI\\

Lacey turner has been expelled.

Hallelujah.

It's Monday morning, and I'm sitting in the car next to Josh, an excited grin on my face. That bitch finally got what she deserved. Nothing can mess me up, today. My Blue Chuck Taylors are laced tight. My jacket is beautifully comfortable, my jeans arent that kind that dig into my gut to be skinny. My hair is down, and despite the fact that I have bruises on my face and a busted lip, I'm not wearing any makeup.

Plus, there's this new thing that my school is trying out. It's kinda cool. It's called the Trauma Guard. I, personally, think they could have thought out the name a little more, but ever since Lacey beat the living shit out of me, everyone's been taking extra precautions to keep kids from getting hurt at anyone else's hand. The Trauma Guard is when they totally fuck up the schedules to assign you a partner.  You spend the entire day with this partner. You even get the same classes as them.

And you know who my partner is?

Connor fucking Paisley.

The car comes to a halt at the front of the school building, and Josh is reluctant to open the door. He looks at me with that concerned, blank stare that he has and sighs, "Don't die, Sam."

"I will do no such thing, Joshua," I say in my 'you-think-you-can-tell-me-what-to-do' voice.

"Sam," Josh pouts, making me sigh.

"I know, Josh. Stay away from bad guys. Stay close to Connor," Josh has grown fond of Connor. He comes over to study quite often. He's always so polite, which actually makes Josh want to out-polite him. Hell, he ends up asking for me to 'pass the peas' at dinner every night. Even if there aren't any damn peas.

"Good girl. Now, have fun, and kill it at practice, today, okay?"

"Gotcha. Later, Josh," I smile, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. Damn, it's actually warm-ish. The sky is overcast, and you can feel the looming threat if rain. My old ass school stands tall in all it's glory in front of me.  A few students stand there, talking to one another, some standing under the bare trees aching for a little shade from the thin clouds. It's almost like a scene from a horror movie. Like, the scene before everything goes wrong and all the characters are left trying to fix everything, meanwhile being picked off, one by one. Damn it, my school will not be the subject of a horror story.

"Sam!" A familiar voice picks me out of my trance. Oh, shit. How long have I been standing here?

"Connor! Hi!" I smile, playfully smacking his shoulder.

He mock pouts. "Ow."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. I didn't hit you that hard," I smile, sighing. I look down, never ceasing to have anything less than a grin on my face. I don't have to worry about that bitch anymore, and neither does he. That's the best part. We've bonded a lot, but this is the one thing that we have the exact same feeling about. That girl is a demon.

Connor frowns as he looks down at me. He takes his left thumb and runs it along a scratch on my cheek, which I, surprisingly, don't shrug away. "I can't believe she did that to you," he sighs, taking his hand down and away. I silently curse as he does so, because something about his beefy, calloced thumb is soothing to my poor, beat up face. I look down again. "Sammi, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, Connor. I'm fine," I chuckle, rolling my eyes at the level of concern in his voice. He cares too much, and he knows it. What does he expect? It's not like I'm some soppy chick that gets all melt down-ish when something the slightest bit wrong happens. That's not me.

"Okay, okay." He starts backing up, closer to the building. Of course I have to follow him. We're practically attached at the hip fir the next eight-and-a-half hours. Not that I mind, but Connor seems to have his weird look on his face, and I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"Hey, Connor, how did you know so much about Lacey?" I ask, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth. I curse the action, remembering the relatively large split on the right side. It's mean.

"She threw herself all over me," he nonchalantly replies. He glances down at his toes, pulling the same maneuver of lip-to-teeth that I just pulled.

"Why didn't you just tell her to stop?" I pout at his shame. It's written all over his face, almost as apparent as ink. It's almost painful to look at.

"Would you?"

I ponder for a moment, his words sticking in my brain like superglue to... Anything, really. Eould I have?

Initially, no. I would have probably cowered away in fear at even the slight of that whore coming around a corner. She scared the shit out of me. That is until I figured out her game. Nonetheless, I understand his difficulty.

"Okay."

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It's third period, and Connor is glued to my side. That feeling of eeriness is just as stuck as he is, and I'm honestly really confused as to why it us. Today has been amazing. I got through half the day without being approached by anyone but friends. It's refreshing.

And then, the call.

"Sammi, you're going home, hon," my teacher calls. I shrug and pull my backpack over my shoulder, waving to Connor and silently screaming at the person who took me out of this paradise.

When I get to the office, I see Josh. His hair is unkempt, neatly tucked under a baseball cap. His face is covered in panic, and I can't help but feel bad when I see him. "Sammi, we have to go, now," he whispers.

"Why?" I ask. "Josh, what's going on?" There's a tint of fear when I say that, because Josh Dun is not the type to get rattled by anything but a large group of strangers.

He makes sure that we are safely in his car when he backs out and whispers. "It's Tyler's sister, Madison. Sam, she was kidnapped."

--a/n--

Shirt ass filler but i havent updated in five months.

I finished finals, yay!!!

It isn't 3AM this time its actually 11PM because i got my shit together. :D

If you saw tonight's episode of spn, jensen's acting was beautiful oh my chuck

Whelp later

I love you my Carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily, aka foblvr