the deal

one

I finished my winged eyeliner as Kaylee honked the horn. Kaylee was my best friend, she's picked me up everyday since she got a car. I sighed as I ran downstairs and grabbed my bag. "Later, loser." My bother, Nathan, said. "Bye," I laughed.

I ran out to her car. "Hot," she said looking at me. "Is it for that Sammy kid? He's not good for you, he's a douche." She said. And I agreed. "No, I don't even like him." I said, half lying. I hated him.

We arrived at the school in about five silent minutes. We walked in the school together, at the door she smiled and waved goodbye. I wouldn't see her until lunch, which killed both of us. I turned away, towards my locker, then I saw him. Sammy Wilkinson, the school fuckboy.

"Hey, hottie. Nice ass," he said walking beside me, then slowing down to stare at my jeans. "Stop, Sam. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." I said simply. "Okay, okay." He said throwing his arms up as to surrender to me. "You look nice." He said, I half smiled. "Thanks," I accepted the compliment. I hoped he would leave, but no. "Where are we going?" He asked, as confused as always. "I'm going to my locker." I told him, annoyed already.

I had 5 out of my 7 classes with Sam. Lucky me, right? Girls stared as he walked beside me. I finally reached my locker with Sam. "I hate being around you, if I'm honest." I told him. "Well, sorry." He said, sounding sarcastic. "Not like that," I said, massaging my temple because I was getting a headache. "Everyone stares at me when you're around." I said, leaning up against my locker. "Well? You're hot," he said. I eyed him. "You okay?" He said, grabbing my hand and placing his hand on my temples, rubbing small circles. "Stop, Sam-" I said. I closed my eyes as he slowly rubbed circles and I felt my headache begin to fade.

"What the.." I said, he took his hands off my head and smiled. "You're welcome." I sighed, as much as I hated Sam, he can be a gentlemen if he wants. I thanked him, as I began to walk away to class. "Wait-" Sam said, I stopped and turned. "No hug?" He smirked. I flipped him off and began to walk away.

Sam was in my homeroom, but he was always late. Probably having sex with some girl in the janitors closet. I sat just as the bell rang. Sam walked in right after. Maybe he didn't have sex today. "You're almost on time." My teacher, Mr. Brogan, applauded Sam. Sam bowed, and sat down. His seat was two away from mine. Nicolas, one of Sam's friends separated us.

About half way through class, Nick tapped my thigh. I was dosing off. He handed me a note. "It's from Sammy." He whispered. I took the note and opened it.
You're hot when you're mad. You okay?
Sam smiled over. Of course with being nice, he had to give you a famous douche compliment.

I stood up, walked to the front of the class and threw the note away. Sam smirked as he grabbed another piece of paper from his bag. The bell rang, I stood up. I gathered my books. I was expecting to see Sam. But he wasn't anywhere to be seen. I looked around my things for a note he left, nothing.

It wasn't like I cared about Sam or his dumbass notes. I walked to my next class, which luckily wasn't too far away. A couple classes down. I entered my algebra class, the students formed a line at the front of the class. I was confused. "New seating." My teacher, Mrs. Witman, said. I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Okay, first row. Marabell, Kathy, Mike, Luke." She stepped back as the four students took their seats.

"Next row. Samuel, Peyton, Alex, Courtney." She smiled. My stomach dropped.. Sam by me? No that's not going to work. I was going to ask to change, but she told me to sit.

"Hey," Sam whispered. I ignored him. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me." He said. "Well, let's see. First, you fuck every girl. Second, you're a douche who is too self centered. And third, you've never wanted to be my friend. I've never wanted to be your's." He smiled. "You don't like me, because I get girls?" He asked as if I were stupid. I nodded. He smirked again, and nodded as well. He looked away, as Mrs. Witman continued assigning seats.

"I'll make you a deal." He said, "Next month is Prom. If I get you to fall for me-" I cut him off, "Never gonna' happen." I said and he rolled his eyes. "If I get you to fall for me, you have to be my date." He said, I thought for a second. "And if I don't?" I asked, "I'll leave you alone for the rest of your life." He smiled a cheeky smile. "Okay," I told him.

Worst mistake I've ever made.