Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter Four

Omg hellllllllllllooooooo there my precious kitties.

Alright so, I know I just published this story, (or should I say re-published) so it's going to take a while for people to read it and for me to get lots of votes and comment on it *signs hopelessly* BUT to anyone who IS reading this...

GOD BLESS YOUR SOUL! ❤❤❤

But also, would you please be a dear and possibly spread the word about this story, if you like it? Prettttttty pretty please with sugar and cherries and whip cream on top? (I love whip cream hehe)

I feel like I'm talking to myself and we all know that's sad so if you are reading this and you feel sorry for me, then I encourage you to vote and comment:)

Thank you for listening to me rant, and on worth with the story!

Your home bitch, Blake:) ❤

Samson's P. O. V.

It is now Wednesday, my third day at this new school and I can tell you it has been nothing but shit for me.

Ever since the incident with the beautiful goddess on my first day, I have been miserable. Please don't ask me why because I have know idea. After he had stormed out of the cafeteria, I could not stop thinking about him. Mercedes dragged me out of the cafeteria and brought me into the girls bathroom to clean me up. I was so out of it, that I didn't even realize I was in there until another girl walked in on us. All I could think about were those perfect hazel eyes and how they looked at me with so much disgust and hatred. He was so beautiful and strikingly sexy that it was hard not to think about him. I learned from Mercedes that his name is Brandon O'Conner. And trust me, she had nothing nice to say about him, but I think she really doesn't have anything nice to say about anyone so...

"He is such an ass!" she said in irritation as she grabbed a bunch of wet paper towels and started wipe the pizza sauce off my shirt.

"It was my fault, I should have been watching were I was going." I had mumbled, staring off into thin air.

"It doesn't matter! It was an accident and he had no right to treat you like that!" she hissed, tensing as the anger boiled up inside her. I was too out of it, trying to figure out why he was such an ass to me.

"Maybe that's just the way he is." I said, thinking he could just be a very angry person in general. A very angry person who made my heart beat out of my chest with just the thought of him.

"That is no excuse. Gosh, Brandon O'Conner thinks he is so bad ass just because he is captain of the football team and is dating the head cheerleader. He thinks he runs this school, which he does not! Him and his stupid airheads he calls friends can go to hell for all I care. None of them are going to treat my friend like the way he did. They will be damned it they even try." She growled out all at once, her face red with anger. Okay... Obviously Brandon and his friends did something to get on her bad side, I wonder what?

Sighing, she threw the paper towels in the trash and grabbed her bag. "Stay here, I'll be right back. I'm going to see if I can find you some clean clothes to wear" and with that, she left and I was left in the bathroom thinking about Brandon.

Brandon... I love his name, it's perfect for him and it fits him well. Everything about him is perfect, I just can't help but admire his perfectionist. I never thought a man could be as sexy as Brandon O'Conner.

I never saw him for the rest of the day and he did not show up to school yesterday and I can't help but feel it's because of me. I know it makes know sense but I can't help it. I can't help but think he absolutely hates my guts and it pains me.