"Sam," Harry called softly, getting the alpha's attention. "Do you think Carlisle will be mad at me for what Mr. Long did?"
"No," Sam said without hesitating. "Harry, you are a sixteen year old boy, a minor. You didn't ask, nor want, that man to put his grubby hands all over you."
"But I didn't tell him no or push him away. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I didn't know what to do."
Sam placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "You did the right thing by telling me. Carlisle isn't going to blame you for this."
Harry smiled up at Sam. "I'm glad that we're friends now."
"We're not friends," Sam said, turning his back so the boy couldn't see his grin.
"You like me, Sam, admit it," Harry chuckled.
"I don't like you," Sam said, rolling his eyes as Harry jumped in front of him. "I still want to bite your head off."
"That's not very nice," Harry pouted. "Besides, I don't think that I will taste very good. Though, Carlisle tells me different."
"Don't want to hear it," Sam groaned. "I don't want to hear about what you bloodsuckers do behind closed doors."
"What about in a plane then?" Harry giggled madly. "Carlisle and I joined the Mile High Club."
Sam stopped to say something, but shook his head and continued walking. "I'm surprised that the Cullens let you wander out alone already.
Grimacing, Harry scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, I may have snuck out through the window to go to my tutoring session."
"Problems at home already?" Sam asked. "The Mile High Club wasn't all that?"
Harry was so caught off guard by Sam's question that he would have walked into a tree if Sam hadn't grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out of the way at the last minute. "The Mile High Club is all that and more," Harry blushed. "I was just mad at Carlisle because he doesn't see that he is asking too much of me. I'm trying to be the perfect mate and do what he says, but I'm exhausted and all I want to do when I see him is smack him on the back of the head."
Sam stopped again so he could look Harry in the eyes. "There is no such thing as 'the perfect mate. A mateship is a partnership, not one person telling the other what to do. If you don't agree with something he wants or expects, then tell him. What is it that he has you doing?"
Harry wasn't sure if he should bring up magic, he didn't know if Billy Black told him or not. Then again, Jacob knew, and since the pack learned everything when he phased, Sam and the rest probably already knew. "You know that I'm different, right?"
"Billy told us," Sam admitted. He hadn't been too shocked when he found out that witches, wizards and magic were real, after unexpectedly turning into a giant wolf and finding out that vampires were real, everything is kinda pales in comparison.
"Well, I still have two more years left in Wizarding school and my old school arranged it so I can go there just during the day instead having to live there since it's a boarding school. Because of the time difference I have to leave here around midnight, attend school there from five to eight hours a day, come home to go to Forks High for four hours a day then do online school for an additional four hours. I want to make Carlisle proud of me, but I'm not like him. I need to sleep. I'm exhausted, Sam."
Growling, Sam shook his head. "That's an insane schedule and you need to put your foot down."
Harry was relieved that Sam was agreeing with him. He was afraid that he had been overreacting over the schedule. "I haven't even been in a muggle school since I was ten." Seeing the confused look that Sam was giving him, he added. "A muggle is someone without magic. I started Wizarding school when I was eleven. We learn Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, and other magical subjects, I don't know a damn anything about Algebra or the Civil War. That's why Mr. Long insisted on tutoring me."
