How goes it?(: I'm back for awhile. Just posting a little something I've already written most of. This is the first chapter of (probably) three.

Enjoy!

"Flirtatious Torturing"

FanFic by: KeyLimePie14

Sam smirked at Freddie from across the classroom. Freddie tried desperately to avoid catching her eye, knowing full well she was only trying to torture him. He squeezed his eyes shut and stifled a groan. He wished that she'd never figured out that he had a crush on her. He believed that her flirtatiously torturing him was worse than the mental and physical beatings of the past.

A note folded in the shape of a paper football landed on his desk. He popped open one eye and stared at the white triangle lying over his sloppy history notes. He didn't have to open the thing to know who wrote it. All he had to do was peer over his left shoulder at the blonde sitting diagonal to him and see her smirk to know that she'd tossed the note to him. He had to force himself not to look back at her. It was futile, and he knew it.

It was only a fraction of a second later that he found himself caught up in her gorgeous blonde curls that cascaded down her shoulders, resting on her chest. Her chest that rose up and down with each steady breath she took. She caught his eye and winked. Freddie tried to resist rolling his eyes at her obvious attempt to pester him and turned back around, slowly unfolding the note so as not to make it crinkle as much. His history teacher was at the front of the room, leaning against her desk, rambling on about China's government or something. Freddie knew he should have been taking detailed and extensive notes, but he just couldn't get himself into the right mind set today.

He let out a small sigh of relief as he unfolded the note completely without as much as a disruption to the class around him. His eyes peered wearily over the words scrawled messily onto the page. She had only scribbled a few words, but they were words he never thought Sam would direct towards him, even jokingly as he was sure that it was, his eyes got big, disbelieving. He looked back at the girl. Sam wasn't paying attention, but instead doodling in her notebook.

When she did look up at him, she smiled sneakily, like she knew something that he didn't. Which she probably did, seeing as she was Sam Puckett and she always had something up her sleeve. She winked at him once more and mouthed something to him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he never could read lips. He was even worse at it when he wasn't paying attention to the words the lips were mouthing. He was more focused on dreaming about kissing those lips again. She winked at him once more and looked away from him, focusing her eyes to the front of the room.

Freddie took this as an opportunity to take her in from afar. He marveled at how the horrible fluorescent lighting still made her curls glint and sparkle like gold. He slowly scanned her profile, beginning at her face and making his way down tracing with his eyes the curves of her chest to her slim, tight stomach. He loved the shirt she was wearing today, purple was definitely her color and that v-cut definitely solidified his liking of that particular shirt.

After a few moments Sam felt Freddie's eyes on her. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, not moving her head, and observed him observing her. She almost shuddered at how intense his gaze was, as if he was seeing her and only her. She bit back a smirk as she thought of yet another way to taunt the poor boy. Without taking her eyes off of him she slowly edged her hand, which was previously resting on her knee, up her thigh making deliberate slow movements. She watched in amusement as Freddie's eyebrows shot up, his eyes growing large.

His eyes were glued to her hand, which was moving inch by inch up her thigh. Sam turned her head to look at him, arching her eyebrow and smirking, all the while moving her hand closer and closer to where her legs met body. Freddie inhaled a sharp breath and tried miserably to avert his eyes away from her taunting. He was afraid if he kept watching her, thinking about what it would feel like if that was his hand tracing, feeling her, that he wouldn't be able to control himself. Jaw clenched and hand grasping the edge of his desk he stared straight ahead and tried to focus on what the teacher was saying instead of the enticing blonde girl two rows diagonal from him. The words of his history teacher floated right past him, however.

Then his teacher was walking out the door, leaving the class unattended. The students instantly burst into life, chattering and moving around the room. Freddie warily looked over at Sam. She was bent over her desk, hurriedly folding a piece of paper. She finished her folding and looked around the room, her eyes meeting Freddie's as she smirked at him. Freddie simply rolled his eyes; he was beginning to tire of that smirk. Mostly because of the power she held over him when it appeared on her face.

The teacher bustled back into the room, calling attention to the students and apologizing for running out in the middle of a lesson. Just as all of the students were settling back into their seats Sam threw the paper airplane she had just made toward the front of the room. The teacher simply gave her a threatening look and pointed to the plane that had landed rather gracefully on the floor in front of her desk. She told Sam to come and pick it up, to which Sam obliged.

She rose out of her chair and gave Freddie a quick glance before that devious smirk returned to her face. She began that lazy sauntering walk up to the teacher's desk, only this time her hip movements were a little more pronounced, making her backside sway from side to side. Her tight jeans accentuated her extra hip movements and Freddie found himself practically gawking at her. He tried, once again, to tear his eyes away from her, but he was stunned. As if he were watching a train wreck unfold and he couldn't bear to look, but yet, he couldn't stand to not look either. He was pretty sure that by now not only his jaw was on the floor, but also the jaws of every other guy in the room as well.

He dared a glance around the room to see everyone (girls included) staring after Sam Puckett. Some stared in awe, some in disgust (mostly the girls who were observing the guy's piggish looks). When she reached the front of the room she dared an ingenuous grin at the teacher and then bent down, her ass sticking up in the air as she picked up the main component in her new form of torture for Freddie. She took her sweet time standing up straight as well, crumpling the paper airplane into a ball and tossing it into the nearby trashcan as she turned back around, pausing for a brief moment to glare at any peer who still dared to stare openly at her and then she swaggered her way back to her desk, plopping down.

By this time Freddie's palms were sweaty and he was positive that if he tried to walk it would be quite embarrassing. He hung his head down, closed his eyes, and tried to breathe in and out rhythmically like he'd been taught in that mother-son yoga class his mother had made him attend last fall. Once he'd calmed down enough he risked a glimpse at Sam once more. She met his eyes and licked her lips, biting on the bottom one seductively as the bell rang out, making Freddie jump a little. Sam snickered, collected her things and breezed out the door, not risking a fleeting glance behind her. Freddie shook his head and sighed, running a hand through his hair as he gathered his books together as well and tried to pull himself together before his next class.

Haha, I just realized not one word was said in this chapter. Interesting... XD Anyway, the second part should be up either later tonight or sometime tomorrow(:

Review? Maybe it will help Freddie calm down. *snickers*