Love Lockdown (Sammy Wilk)

Chapter Seven

"So, valentines day is coming up..." Sammy whispers in my ear in first period. Its been a rough few weeks because he won't leave me alone.

I can feel myself cracking under pressure.

"Okay?" I say shaking my head as I try to focus on what our teacher is saying.

"I want you to be my valentine." He states and I narrow my eyes.

"Okay, well that's not very romantic." I say glancing over at him. "And even if I agreed we wouldn't be hooking up. Sorry."

"Well whats your ideal way to be asked out for valentines?" He asks and I groan.

"I don't know." I frown. I never really thought about it. "It'd have to be big, especially if you're the one doing it."

"Big. Got it." He grins and I roll my eyes. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do."

"Good for you. Hope its good enough for me to actually agree."

"Oh trust me it will be." He winks as the bell rings. I just shake my head and walk out of class. Sammy following behind me. I don't bother to stick around him or his friends. Instead I leave rather quickly.

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"Why weren't you at school yesterday?" Sammy asks me first thing Friday morning.

I couldn't even get to my locker.

"Why do you care?" I almost snap.

I was not in the mood.

Yesterday was already emotional enough.

"Well I want to make sure you weren't cheating on me," he teases and I roll my eyes.

"Sammy shut up. I'm not your girlfriend okay? I'm seriously not in the mood for your damn jokes."

He throws his hands up in surrender before leaning against the locker next to mine. I open mine and collect my things for first period. Waiting for Sammy to make another joke.

"Mind informing me where you were then?"

"If you must know, Samuel. I was at my moms fucking funeral." I say slamming my locker and walking away from him.

I hear him call my name multiple times as I push through people to get to first period. The bell ringing.

I burst into the room and slam my books down on my desk before walking over to the teachers desk. "Yes?"

"Can I please have my seat moved?" I ask almost bitterly.

"You'll have to wait until the next seating chart is made, I'm afraid you're stuck with Samuel." She says sympathetically.

I groan and sit down, Sammy coming into the room and slamming his hands down on the desk as he stands directly in front of me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks almost in a whisper and I roll my eyes.

"Because why would I tell you? Were not necessarily friends. I don't feel like telling everyone my business." I snap as I look down. Not meeting his eyes.

"I could of helped you. I could have been there for you. Why won't you let me in?"

I felt slightly bad because he seemed so worried and sympathic. But he also seemed desperate.

"Why do you pretend to care so much about what happens with me Sam? I don't get it, honestly. You could have any girl in this school and any girl in Omaha. Why me? Is it like some kind of game to try and get the girl who doesn't want you the most?"

I was being a bitch, but I didn't care.

"You made that bet with me. I promised I'd make you fall for me. But you know what? You're not even worth it anymore. You piss me off so much. You act like you're not special. You act like I want all these girls. I don't okay? What the fuck." He yells and I close my eyes trying to calm myself down.

So many emotions running through me.

"Drop it Sam." I finally breath out through gritted teeth. "I already have enough shit on my plate to deal with you too."

"Whatever." He snaps before leaving the class. I run a hand through my hair and stand up, licking up my bag and walking out of the class.

I felt like shit for not only being a complete bitch, but all my problems back home were haunting me.

Sammy wasn't to far ahead of me, you could practically see the steam coming from his ears.

I couldn't even lie to myself anymore, I cared about him a lot more than I wanted too. Or that I planned too.

He slammed his fist into the wall multiple times. That gave me a few moments to finally reach the spot he was standing. His back was facing me so I slowly grabbed his arm. His head slowly turning towards me.

"What?" He huffs, I shake my head and look at his bloody knuckles. "You piss me off so much but that's what makes you so damn attractive it infuriates me that you don't give a fuck."

"You only have one week Sam." I remind him.

"What're you talking about?" He asks with no emotion in his voice.

"Well, one week till the bet is over. Also only one week to ask me tl be your valentine." I say and he raises his eyebrows.

"I feel like this whole thing has ruined me. You're not the one catching feelings." He frowns.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch to you." I state furrowing my eyebrows as he chuckles.

"You're hot when you get mad." He smirks and I roll my eyes. "But why didn't you really tell me? Just because I'm a heartless douche bag to almost every girl at this damn school doesn't mean that I don't care about you and what happens to you."

"I didn't tell you because its honestly not your business. Nobody needs to pitty me." I say letting go of his bloody hand and leaning against the cool brick wall. He watches me intently before sighing.

"I just wish you would of told me. It would have been easier that way." He sighs and I close my eyes. "I'm sorry for your lose."

"So am I." I say shaking my head. "Will you take me home?"

Yeah, it was stupid of me to pretty much ditch school but I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home and sleep.

"How about we go out to the cabin instead?" He grins and I frown.

"Fine." I agree before following him out of the school.

It as so easy to just leave campus. There wasn't really any gates to keep the students in.

I slide into his car and wait for him to turn the car on so I can put some real music on. I flip through the channels as he leaves the parking lot. Finding a country station, Beachin' by Jake Owen on and Sammy looks over at me.

I went to defend my choice before he starts singing along with Jake. A smile on his face as he kept glancing over at me. "Didn't think you even knew what country was." I laugh as I blurt out the lyrics to the song.

"I got a soft spot for country. I prefer the other stuff but a little country never hurt nobody." He winks and I smiled.

He smiled a genuine smile, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by how beautiful his smile actually was. I mean yeah, I see it a lot more than I have before. But usually its either his smirk or a fake smile.

"Your smile is beautiful Sam," I comment before everting my eyes to the road in front of us.

"Have you seen yours? It could light up a whole room. Phenomenally breathtaking. I'd love to always see that beautiful smile on your face." He rambles and it made me smile even wider.

"Not too bad Wilk. You're getting there." I wink before giving him a kiss on the cheek.