Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

Kyle Wicks as Jack up top:) So sexy, don't you think?

Samson's P. O. V.

After the incident that occurred in the hallway with that very, very angered man, I had went straight to the bathroom to see the damage.

My right eye was completely swollen, a black and blue bruise making it completely noticeable that I had been hit. I even had two small bruises on my chest from where he had gripped my shirt and slammed me into the locker.

Yeah, that's how hard he pushed.

I wasn't sure how to deal with the situation. I was furious. Heck, I should hunt the little fucker down and give him a taste of what an actual beating is like. But there was something off about him, something that flickered in his eyes every time he spoke Mercedes' name. Especially after I told him I was gay... the guy backed off me as if he was in some sort of trance that had just snapped back into reality.

He was pained and his facial expression showed nothing but regret. I knew than that he didn't mean to do it. I don't even think he knew exactly what he was doing.

What I can't figure out is why, though? I mean, all the questions he was asking, they all involved if I was with Mercedes. He, for some reason, did not believe me when I said we were just friends only because Mercedes is not friends with anyone. It was like... he was fighting for her honor.

Maybe he has some sort of crush on her? I mean, I can't blame the guy because despite Mercedes lack of humanity when it comes to caring about other people and never actually giving a crap about what she says to anyone, she is actually not that bad of a person.

I just thought I was the only one who saw that.

After going through it in my head, I decided that I was going to do the guy a favor, even though he didn't deserve it, and keep my mouth shut about the whole thing. It was easy. All I said was me and my brother were screwing around and he accidentally elbowed me in the eye.

The only trouble I am having right now, is trying to come up for an excuse to tell Mercedes, who was actually, at this very moment, staring at me with daggers after she dragged me by the ear all the way to her locker when we met up for lunch and is demanding I tell her who hit me.

"Samson, if you do not tell me who hurt you, I swear I will make a bruise of my own on the other eye. So in case you want to look like a dying raccoon, I suggest you start taking" she demanded, holding up her fist for dramatic effect.

I rolled my eyes. "I told you, I was heading back into the library when the door unexpectedly swung opened and smacked me right in the face on accident."

Of course, she still did not buy it. "Bull! That is not a door bruise, Samson. That is a punch bruise. I should know, I have given my fair share of them before!"

"I don't know what you want me to say. It was the door, that's all!" I snap in annoyance as I walk off, ignoring her calls as she follows me to the cafeteria.

She finally managed to catch up to me as soon as I walked into the cafeteria and we were surrounded by loud, obnoxious people in huge crowds as everyone rants and laughs with their friends, eating lunch like there wasn't a care in the world.

Mercedes refused to say anything as she walked beside me to the lunch line, getting her usual as I decided to switch it up and get a spicy chicken sandwich instead of the pizza, I was growing sick of it. The tension was there, as I knew she was really upset with me for not telling her the truth, and I think I seriously would of if that guy didn't beg me not too. I can still see the dread in his eyes, the pain, the fear. Something was seriously wrong with him.