A/N: There will be MORE chapters! I plan on taking this story far into an adventure.. with lots of chapters! Enjoy! It gets more exciting and involved, I promise. :) Oh, for the record i listened to the song "Why- Secondhand Serenade" while writing this...

Chapter 1: iHam

It was any other ordinary Friday and I was walking to class when I heard, "BENSON!" Oh no! Sam. I thought, the ideas and possibilities ran through my head as I was trying to figure out exactly what she'd be mad about. "Crap, crap, crap" I said more to myself than the people around me, they were giving me strange looks because I was doing this funky dance thing jumping from one foot to the other weighing my options, deciding which way to go. I took entirely to long as a felt of rush of wind and those bouncy blonde curls flew at me, we went flying to the floor and luckily my "nerd" backpack, always full ,broke the fall. After my memory came back from the impact and shock of being tackled I was very aware that I had completely wrapped my arms around Sam and she looked like a "fish out of water" as she laid there on top of me squirming to get out of my grasp. I immediately released my hold (which was not my best move that would make her hands free. STUPID.) She then darkened her expression and her blue eyes turned a deep navy blue, which I've come to discover means bad things for the person causing the glare.

"S-Sam?"

"What the HELL where you thinking?" her voice was low and demanding.

As I started pushing her off of me to stand up (so we could have a normal adult conversation) she gripped my wrist. Hard.

"Sam, OW!"

"Answer the question Benson."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Puckett!"

I could feel my eyes narrowing and just like hers, my expression darkened.

"You. Know. Exactly. What. I'm. Talking. About." She emphasized each word with a poke to the chest. On the last word she left her hand on my chest, I swooped up and grabbed her wrist,

"Will you stop? Look Sam, I don't have any idea what you're talking about, nor do I have to time to play your 'little' game, tell me why you're so angry, so we can…"

"BENSON! Shut up! You ate my ham. All of it. This morning at Carly's. I had NONE to console in!"

"I DID NO SHUCH THING! I WASN'T even at Carly's this morning!"

"I know, but it's still YOUR fault!"

"WHA… NO! UGHH!" He sighed heavily, "You know what? FINE. It's my fault, whatever, I have to go." I was so irritated with her audacity to BLAME me for this. I shoved her out of my way, not hard enough to hurt her of course, I may have a heart full of hatred for Sam but I WOULD NEVER hurt her. That's not the way I was raised. She seemed to lose her footing a little, and she glared at me, I could feel it as I walked away because there was no way in HELL that I would look back at that glare, her eyes would more than likely burn holes in me. I felt the tension rising and I'm sure she was hoping that her glare was enough to light me up in flames. My assumptions were proved correct as she screamed at me,

"THIS ISN'T OVER BENSON!"