My Seat

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Kayla and Sam became closer throughout the school day. Although Sam found Kayla to be really fun to hang around with, she couldn't deny how much she talked about Trent's gang and their so called sex god members. Sam agreed that Trent was hot, but secretly in her mind, she'd never reveal that out loud. Would she?

Kayla showed her around school, and the hallways she would most predominantly be in, and as Sam was walked to math class she sighed in relief thanking kayla.

Kayla smiled at Sam. "No problem chicka, I'm glad to save you the embarrassment." Although who knows, you might get lost and find a cute guy to show you around". Kayla earned herself a few chuckles from Sam, wriggling her eyebrows and winking over dramatically. Bursting out laughing, sam held her stomach as she and kayla approached her math class. "God Kayla your killing me", sam thought to herself.

"Alright babe go work your magic on the guys in your math class. Remember what I taught you?" Kayla questioned.

Sam did a nod, followed by a hair flip and a flirtatious wave.

"OMG, you going to be getting all the guys chicka"!Kayla started yelling and dry humping the air as Sam challenged herself to keep from bursting out into extremely loud donkey laughing. Sam hugged kayla, who she now considered a really cool friend, and smiled to herself, as she thought about what a good year she was going to make it. Kayla reminded Sam that they'd be eating lunch together before walking away and leaving Sam alone to enter her class.

She walked in smiling into her math class. Taking a seat at the back of the class, she took out her water bottle, popped the cap open and started drinking. If there was one thing she hated more than chores, it was math. And to make it worse, her teacher sounded like the male version of the girl from twilight. Sam hated twilight, and figured the actress could at least change her expressions a bit more. It was only 15 minutes into the class and Sam was already fed up with the numbers on the board. Dying with boredom, her eyelids slowly started falling together,darkening her vision. Cursing, she jolted awake as she heard her name being called by the teacher. Others in the class were trying to contain their giggles. The teacher Mr.Jonli, turned all of his attention to Sam, muttering shit under her breath. "Sam I'm glad you finally decided to wake up and join us for the lesson" Sam hated school.

She hated everything about it and didn't intend to snap back at the teacher but ended up calling out his exhausting boredom. The teacher looked displeased to say the least, and Sam could already feel a detention slip being written under her name until a familiar guy with tattoos strolls into the class...20 minutes late. Oh god, sam thought to herself. This couldnt be good news. Hopeful, she prayed the teacher would be more mad at his ass than hers and let her get away. "Excuse me trent, but class started 20 minutes ago". Sam had not expected Trent to be comedic, although she, along with the whole class couldn't help but laugh at his replies. "You see Mr.Jonli, at first I was going to skip your class, but because your my favourite teacher I decided to drive here as fast as I could, and I even sped because I came from afar. So you see Mr.  My love for you and your class goes strong" Trent balled his fists up to show the "strong bonding" between him and Jonli. "Mhm the feelings mutual trent, now hurry up and take a seat", Jonli replied with a dissapproving look.

Trent made his way to the back of the class high fiving his friends near the bacj of the class, and fist pounding other. At first Sam began to believe she was seeing things as Trent made his way to her desk, but her nerve impulse raised when she noticed that this was real. It was really happening. He was coming towards the back of the class, towards her. Not knowing what to say, Sam just coughed and hoped to break the awkward silence as he came up to her and stared at her. "Bitch. What do you think your doing in my seat" He demanded, while hitting his fists softly on the table not to attract too much attention.

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