Who: Sam Ford, Iggy, Hope, maybe Angel Where: Taunton Warnings: Teen angst!
Sam was marginally less nervous than he would've been a week ago. Well, he couldn't prove that was true, but getting through telling his dad had to be worth something, right? He wasn't sure it translated to this. Kind of a completely different ballgame. He'd known Iggy for almost two months now. He wasn't sure that was enough time or not, but Sam sorta felt like he knew him well enough to know that he really liked him.
Sam wished, for about the fiftieth time, that Iggy had been a complete jerk so that he wouldn't be in this position. His black eye had healed--not that Iggy could tell--and he was wearing the cologne that...Iggy's kid sister liked. Yeah, this would go well.
The bell rang and the kids started filing out of the door, and Sam and Iggy waited in the back for most of the class to go first. "Hey," Sam greeted, despite the fact that they'd been sitting next to each other the entire hour. They left the room, walking into the hallway and heading for the doors. "So, uh, how are you?" Totally not awkward at all. Sam usually made an effort not to be a complete spaz around Iggy, and most days he was pretty good at it. Today was not one of those days.