Love Lockdown (Sammy Wilk)

Chapter Eight

"Why aren't you at school?" Sammy breaths through the phone as I lay on my bed, Monday morning.

"I'm sick," I cough rubbing my forehead in the process.

"Fuck. I'll be there soon okay?"

"No no.. Its okay," I say softly, rolling over on my side.

"I want too take care of you princess."

"Sammy, its fine." I sigh.

"What kind of ice cream do you like? Oh yeah, I'm gonna go take care of her since she's sick," I hear him tell the boys.

"If you insist, I really like Reese's ice cream," I murmur having another coughing sessions.

I hate being sick.

"Anything else I can get you?" He asks softly and I smile.

"You should bring me my work from my classes." I laugh, even though I didn't want to do it. I had too.

"Alright." He laughs, "I'll be there soon."

"Okay Sammy. Thank you," I smile before we hang up. Even though I didn't want to really get dressed, I also didn't want to look like a train wreck in front of Sammy.

That's embarrassing.

Once I looked myself over in the bathroom I frowned, pulling my hair up into a decent messy bun.

My outfit was some dark gray leggings and a white tank top. Which was fine because I've worn outfits like this to school.

About ten minutes later, the doorbell went off and I walked into the living room, opening the door. Sammy on the other side smiling.

"You look like a you died and came back to life," he comments and I roll my eyes, "in a good way though."

I let him inside and lead him to my room, where I crawled onto my bed and watched Sammy as he observed everything.

"I'm gonna go put this in the freezer alright?" He asks gesturing to the ice cream tub in his hands. I simply nod and he sets my work from school down on the bed in front of me before leaving the room.

"You have a nice house," Sammy says walking back into my room and sitting next to me on the bed. I shrug.

"Its a nice house, yes. But I can't wait to get out of it."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like it here." I laugh and he gives me a weary look before laying back onto his back.

"Care to explain?" He asks looking over at me.

"I'd rather not talk about it." With that I smile and grab my phone and look through my text messages.

"Why did you tell Olivia we fucked?" I ask him curiously since I had just read her text about Sammy.

He smirks, "cause in my head we did. It was amazing too."

"You're such a pervert." I observe glancing up at him, he looked amazing in all honesty.

Sammy Wilk is one fine boy.

"Are you coming to school tomorrow? You have to come." He insists and I raise a brow before he speaks again, "I have something planned and if you're not there it'll be ruined."

"What do you have planned?" I ask curiously and he looks over at me with a big grin.

"Its a surprise," he says, "but I'm sure you'll love it."

"Well we'll have to see about that, won't we?"

He smirks and sits up. "I'm sure you'll love it."