Can A Thief Love?

Heyyy! Wazzzz uppp? I'm just going to start the story right now so, ya. Enjoy!

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Chappie 3

(Samantha's POV)

You've got to be kidding me. After I walk into my first hour class, writing, I see the two morons who snuck into the factory. I smirk at them as the one who had the phone stare at me like he was imagining something. The other boy was just sitting there with his mouth hanging open. I roll my eyes and take a seat next to some girl who was wearing an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans.

I look over at her and watch as she tenses up. "Hey, I'm Samantha. But you can call me Sam." I say to her. Trying to get her to look at me. She eventually does. "Hey, I'm Alexis." She looks up at me as she speaks. She's beautiful. And no, I'm not a lesbian. (Not hating on lesbians.) she has short dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. However, there is a huge black bruise on her right cheek.

She must have noticed me staring because she quickly looks down. I was about to say something to her whenever the bell rings. She runs out of the class before I can even make it out if my seat. I glide, yes, I'm awesome enough to glide, out of the classroom.

I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I make my way to my second class. Math. Or as I like to call it, mental abuse to humans. Ah, gotta love sarcasm. The door to the classroom is open so I won't get to make a dramatic entrance like I did in the class earlier. I pick a seat in the back near the window and take out a notebook.

I look out the window and see the perfect weeping willow. I grab my pencil and start to draw the tree. It takes me about five minutes but I'm finally finished. I shut the notebook and look at the teacher. She is currently going off about algebra or something like that. I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair. I look at the clock and see that we only have 45 minutes left. Yay! Not. I feel someone's eyes on the back of my head. So, I turn around and come face to face with camera dude.

I raise my eyebrow at him. He clears his throat and looks around before looks back at me. "What are you doing here? Are you even allowed to come to school?" He asks. I roll my eyes once again. I really need to stop or else they'll stay like that. "I've come here for an education. And, if I wasn't allowed, then how could I be here right now?" I sarcastically ask him.

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(Toms POV it's still in math class)

"I've come here for an education. And, if I wasn't allowed, then how could I be here right now?" She asks sarcastically. I have to admit, it was a stupid question. But hey, I didn't know what else to say. I mean, what would you do if a gorgeous girl was in front of you? "Thanks for the complement." Samantha says while turning towards me more. "Huh?" I ask her, completely confused. She chuckles a little before saying, "You just called me gorgeous. Remember, when you were talking to yourself." She says in a 'duh' voice.

I feel my face heat up as I realize that I just said that out loud. I was about to say something else whenever Mrs. Sinch clears her throat and crosses her arms at us. "Would you like to share that with the class?" She asks. But, before I can reply, Samantha beats me to it. "No, that's why we're whispering." Everyone starts laughing. All except Mrs. Sinch.

"And, who are you to talk to me like that?" Mrs. Sinch asks Samantha. Samantha stands up to her full height, raisiny towering over 3'6" Mrs. Sinch. "I am Samantha Black. And the fact that I am at least two feet taller than you and that I don't care about what you do or who you are says that I am allowed to talk to you like that."

Mrs. Sinch's face is so red, it beats her dyed red hair. "Detention! This Friday!" "Detention, this Friday! Blah be blah!" Samantha mocks. By this tome, the whole class is on the ground laughing so hard. Even me. "GET OUT!" Mrs. Sinch screams. Samantha gets her stuff and walks out. But before she leaves the classroom she turns around and asks, "Does this mean I won?" In an innocent tone. Mrs. Sinch just points her finger to the door while her eyes are clamped shut.

Man, I so wish Brandon was in this class with us. He would have been laughing as much as Mrs. Sinchs' face was red. Oh well, I guess it'll just have to wait until lunch. Which was right after this class lets out. Since we have the block schedule, we only have four classes a day. And we have every Wednesdays off. This should be a fun year. As long as she stays here. I just wonder what Miranda will think about her. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

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A/N

Hey guys. Sorry if this is boring, I'm just not into it today. Tell me what you think. And also, who is Miranda?

Vote, comment, run for president, do whatever you want. Just please don't hate.

I'll probably update tomorrow so keep reading. Thx. Bai!!!

# Cookie Monster out.