Trouble.

Chapter 7

"You shouldn't have said anything," he said into my face. "S-so," I said with my shaky breath.

I was not backing down from him. That would ruin MY bad reputation. I don't care what level of bad Sammy is on, I'm always gonna try to be more bad than him. Thats just the way I am.

He smirked. "Your gonna regret everything you said," he said. "No I'm not," I said. He pushed my arms down and squeezed my thighs between his knees.

"Your competing with me," he smirked. "I don't have competition," I smiled. He shook his head smiling. "Prove it," he said. "No. Then you'd be getting it your way," I said. "Smart," he replied. "Smarter than you'll ever be," I sassed.

He growled and stared at my lips. His hands trailed to my stomach. I squirmed at the sensation. They then trailed to my shorts as he slowly pulled them down.

"Stop," I said strongly. He didn't reply. "Stop!" I said, he smirked. "Stop it!!!" I whined.

"Told you you'd regret it," he smirked. "I never said I didn't like it," I lied. His smirked faded.

OOH I JUST OWNED HIM.

Trust me, I'm not gonna let him do anything...

I know what I'm doing is dangerous because he could really hurt me. But I just wanna show this jerk a lesson.

"Sam get off me now," I said. "No," he said. "Get off," I said pushing him. He got off. I got up.

"Jerk," I said and slapped his face. "What the hell," he said holding his cheek.

He then slapped me back. I gasped and slapped him again.

He reached his hand to slap me but I ducked and he missed. I then kicked his leg, making him fall down.

He then tripped me and I fell. He got on top of me and I flipped us over. I held him down hard. I raised my hand to punch him.

"Do it. I DARE you," he said angrily. I then punched him in the jaw. He groaned.

"When I get up your dead," he said through his teeth. "Shut up," I scowled. He squirmed around. I watched him suffer.

He then got free.

Oh no.

I jumped up and he threw me onto the bed. I crawled off quickly.

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him which flew at my dresser and knocked things over. Sammy backed up and locked the door.

He then stomped over to me and grabbed my wrists. I kneed him in the crotch and he groaned but then pushed me against the wall, smashing my hips. I moaned in pain.

He now could do anything.

He smirked and went right to my shorts. "No. Stop it." I whimpered. "You asked for it," he said. No. I'm not letting him do this.

I wrapped my legs around his stomach. He looked at me confused. "Let's take this to the bed.. Daddy," I smirked. He smiled and carried me to the bed.

He smashed our lips together and I went along. I needed to let him think I was now okay with him so he'd let me go... So I can HURT HIM.

I took his shirt off of him. He chuckled. He still had his hands gripped on my wrist. Crap. He then took my shirt off... Carefully.

COME ON LET GO OF ME ALREADY! COME ON MAGGIE THINK OF WAYS YOU CAN GET HIM TO LET GO.

I flipped us over. "I'll take control," I said. He smiled. "You do know I'm not gonna let go.. Right?" He smirked. I stopped.

He smiled. "I know what your doing," he said. "Come on just let me go.." I whined. "Nope," he said.

I smirked. "MOMMM!!!" i yelled. "Okay fine fine you win," he said letting go and putting his shirt on. I put mine on.

"You should go home," I said. "No," he said. I'm so pissed at him. "I SAID GO HOME," I yelled. He raised his eyebrows. And he did. Thank the lord.

That night I laid in bed thinking. He's trouble. BIG. TROUBLE. But.. I like it.