For Nevermore Season 1

watch Sam hang out with the cool kids, including her former close friend, Becca.
    Noella wasn’t sure which made her sadder, that Sam remained friends with Becca after Noella and she had a falling out, or the fact that Becca had changed so much.
    Becca moved to town last summer, and Noella met her at the library. Though Becca looked born to be popular, beautiful, and blonde with a body that most guys wanted and most girls would kill to have, she was nothing like the stuck-up girls that populated the upper echelon at Aurora Falls High.
    Becca was from Alabama, and had the accent to boot. And she was one of the sweetest, most sincere people Noella had ever met. Like Noella, Becca was a huge reader and movie buff. They spent the summer hanging out, watching movies, and bonding. Becca was the girlfriend Noella had been longing to have since she moved to the town almost 10 years earlier. Someone with no prejudice against her, that didn’t know her as the weird girl with the weird birthmark, the chubby girl, the crazy girl who nearly killed someone, or any of the other categories Noella had been placed into by her classmates over the years.
    Becca was the first person outside of Mako (who didn’t count, because she was never able to hang out) and Sam to accept Noella as she was. Things had been so perfect.
    And then when the school year began, everything changed.
    Becca joined the drama club and the cheerleading squad, and fell in with Noella’s enemies. And now, as Noella watched them laughing and having a good time, she couldn’t help but linger on the moment when everything changed.
    Becca was signing up for drama and tried to get Noella to join with her. The last thing Noella wanted to do was stand on a stage and call more attention to herself, though, so she said no. Becca begged Noella, saying it would be fun. Noella said no, letting fear guide her decision, instead of taking a chance and trying to change her life by stepping out of her comfort zone.
    While Noella had said no, Sam surprisingly loved the idea, and signed up.
    Over time, things got weird between Becca and Noella, and they drifted apart. Though Sam was a common friend, he didn’t really involve himself in gossip or drama, and likely remained ignorant of how much Noella hated his new friends.
    Noella couldn’t help but feel that her whole life shifted on that one decision. That decision in which she let her fear call the shots. Now she was on the outside looking in, and Sam was right there with them.
    And more than she hated Vicky and some of the other girls in the group, she hated herself for allowing fear to rule her life.
    Sam sipped from his Becca’s cup, his eyes moving around the group, and occasionally to Noella. She wondered what he was thinking, what it was he saw; wondered what it would take to make him get up from the table and leave them behind. He had to hate some of what he saw, the way the rest of EnvyUs reached into their bags and pulled out their candy and corn nuts, leaving torn wrappers strewn about the table and floor for Noella to clean.
    Every time Noella came to clean the table or pick up the wrappers, she’d endure another whispered chorus of mocking laughter, and the added insult of Sam believing they were laughing at something else.
    She would have left their wrappers until they left, but if the manager, Mr. Cleary, came in for a surprise visit, and saw the mess, she’d probably get fired on the spot. Mr. Cleary was mean, too. A little like Randy, but thankfully, he kept his visits to a few minutes a week, at most.
    Noella ignored the table for the most part, but it was hard to swallow and even harder to turn away when Britt said, “The only thing worse than being on all-out nerd patrol is picking up trash for money! I mean, really, what’s the point of being smarter than everyone else if you’re always stuck cleaning their garbage? Makes you wonder who the smart one really is.”
    Noella was just far enough away to pretend like she didn’t hear the comment. She had to strain to hear it in the first place, though she wished she was closer so she could hear what Sam said to defend her. He sounded harsh, and his bark was followed by a moment of silence. But it faded fast and then friendly chatter erupted, quickly growing louder than ever. Apparently Sam hadn’t been offended enough to get up and storm out of the shop.
    Dante wouldn’t put up with that crap.
    Yeah, but Dante’s not real, idiot.
    Between customers