trøuble. (s.w.)

eleven.

sammy's pov:

"come on, sam, lets go." charlotte says while taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom. it was too early to go to the nurse considering school barely started, people weren't even at their lockers yet.

she went into her backpack to grab some band aids and neosporin and sat down on the sink with a few paper towels. she realized there was no peroxide so she got back up and checked the cabinets. luckily, she found it so she sat back down.

"come here, sammy boy." she says with a cute but devious smirk on her face. i had a few scraps on my face and some cuts and scrapes on my arms. "ouch fuck shit that peroxide burns like a bitch." i say while wincing in pain. "lucky enough for you, i don't need it anymore." i smiled as she continued helping me with my wounds.
*later that day at school.*
i see charlotte walking down the hallway, she was hanging out with gilinksy, laughing, smiling. i watched as her long blonde hair shined and how beautiful her smile and laugh were. i want her, i need her
//authors note.// yoooo so im thinking some charlotte-sammy-and another person drama in the next few chapters. please comment about how you like the story and want to see in upcoming chapters, love you!