Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 7

The next morning i send a text to Sami asking if he can drive me to school today.

 Sami: yes Lex. I cn driv u 2 skool ;)
  
Me: okay see you in 10
  
  
Sophia joins me and Sam, as we are walking into school from the parking lot. Sam only sighs and rolls his eyes.
  
"So, Sami," Sophia begins, "How is this relationship of yours working for ya? Arent you ready to dump her yet?"
  
"No, Sophia i am not." Sam stops suddenly. We are just outside of the schools entrance and people have to swerve around us to get inside.
  
"I was just thinking that maybe you already got a taste of her, and now you want a fresh pussy to come into," Sophia smiles sweetly up at Sam.
  
"He will never have feelings for you Sophia!" Jackie comes up beside me, "So why dont you build a bridge, and get the fuck over him already," Jackie continues on past us, and heads inside. Sophia glares at her receding back.
  
Sam pulls me along and we follow Jackie inside. We join Elle and Rodney in our usual spot.
  
Im sitting in fourth period when i feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I look up, the sub for today is lounging back in the chair at the teachers desk in the front of the room. Shes not even paying attention, shes way more absorbed in her fashion magazine, than actually doing her job.
  
I pull put my phone and hold it in my lap where she cant see it.

Sami: my coch tld the teem we culd bring a xtra persn on the bus 2 r gam 2nite
  
Me: are you just letting me know, or was that an invitation?
  
Sami: i am askin if u wnt 2 com wit me
  
Me: ohhh ;)
  
Me: i would love to go with you Sami
  
Sami: ok i will pic u up at 6 we leev at 6:30
  
Me: that late?
  
Sami: ya
  
Me: so how late will we get home?
  
Sami: arond 11 mayb
  
Me: so im guessing we'll be sleeping on the bus then?
  
Sami: ya if u wnt 2

"Cell phones need to be put away!" the substitute shouts, making me jump out of my skin.
  
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After dinner that night, i go up to my room to get ready for Sams game tonight. I only have about fourty minutes before Sam is suppose to pick me up.
  
Jackie let me borrow an extra jersery and a school colors baseball cap. They both have Sams number 12 on it. And i also painted Sams number on my cheek with face paint, and added a little glitter to stand out.
  
Sams arrives at my house at 6:15. Im upstairs looking myself over once more in my full length mirror.
  
I hear someone answer the door, and am surprised to hear Ryans voice saying, "Come on in, bro!"
  
I hurry downstairs.
  
Im worried that we would be late and miss the bus until i see how calm Sam is is.
  
"Ya ready?" Sam asks me when he sees me walk into the room.
  
"Y-" i begin.
  
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold on a minute." My fathers voice makes its way into the room. "Where are you going young lady?"
  
I roll my eyes. "Daddy, ive already told you. I am going to go watch Sams baseball game." Im pretty sure that we already discussed this earlier.
  
"When will you be home?"
  
"I dont know dad, i can text you when we're on our way."
  
My dad pauses for a moment, carefully studying Sam.
  
"You'd better get my daughter home safe kid. Or else i will break every bone in you body."
  
"Yes sir. Ill get her home safe and sound, you have my word."
  
"Good. Now you two go have fun. Good luck tonight kid."
  
"Thank you, sir," Sam says and then we're out the door. "Your dad is very intimidating,"  hes says as we walk to his truck, parked along the curb.
  
"Ive already told you this, hes not all that scary."
  
"He is that scary."
  
Sam drives toward school, talking the entire time. He would every minute and ask me a question, i would answer, then Sam would comment and go back to what he was saying before.
  
He'd ask me the most random questions like, what is your favorite color? or whats your favorite animal? He could have been talking about a kid from his baseball team, and stop and randomly ask me what my favorite food is.
  
"Whats so funny?" Sam asks me once he notices me laughing at me.
  
"You are. What are you doing?" i say between giggles.
  
"I dont know, you tell me," he is so confused.  Sam is pulling into the school parking lot, and looking for a parking spot.
  
"Your in the middle of telling a story, and then you randomly stop and ask me some silly question."
  
"My mom said that i need to include you in the conversation because i talk too much," He finds a spot and parks, then turns his body to face me.
  
"I dont think thats what she meant."
  
"What?" he cocks his head to the side. He is so lost. Is he really a brunnette, or a blonde?
  
"You know what, nevermind. Your doing great."
  
I lean across the console and press my lips to his. I start to pull away, but then he pulls me back in for more.
  
He cups my face in his palms and holds my face right in front of his. He whispers, "You are so pretty."
  
I whisper back, "You are so sweet."
  
Sam grins and kisses me again.
  
We are ripped apart by a loud knock on the truck window. We both jump.
  
I look past Sam and see Jackson standing and looking in through the glass at us. "No PDA! We're on school property, idiot!" Jackson hollers.
  
"Shut the hell up, dumbass!" Sam hollers back and Jackson runs away, laughing his head off.
  
Sam and i climb out of his big truck and Sam grabs his baseball bag from the backseat, and we head for the bus.
  
Its one of those big fancy buses that they use to take the senior center on field trips.
  
I see Jackie standing with Jackson and when i get close enough i ask her, "Are you coming too?"
  
"Yeah…" she is cut off by Jackson.
  
"That douchebag made me give up my one extra person for you. So you better appreciate it," I conjure that he us talking about Sam.
  
"Oh, like you had anybody else to ask," Jackie says, and Jackson glares at us over his shoulder as he walks away.
  
Him and Sam are standing with some other guys from their team, laughing and goofing around.
  
So Sam made his best friend give up his free person for me. How freakin sweet of him. I smile at him, even though he isnt looking at me.
  
The bus ride is longer than i thought it would be. Jackie and i are sitting in the very back listening to her IPod, and occasionally talking.
  
The guys, on the other hand, pass the time differently by goofing off and doing God know what else.
  
Its about 8:00 when we arrive at the baseball fields.
  
"When does your game actually start?" i ask Sam. The team is filing off the bus and we are headed toward the visiters dugout.
  
"'Bout half an hour."
  
Some guys from the opposing team are gathering behind their dugout. As Sam and i are walking past, one of the guys whistled at me, and shouted, "You can come over here and cheer me on baby!"
  
Sam grabbed me hand to keep me moving. Like i was going to stop. Sam kept looking back, and i had a feeling that Sam wanted to beat that guy to a pulp.
  
The game starts at 8:30, after each team has warmed up.
  
When the kid who whistled at me was up to bat, Sam gave it his all. Sam was pitching with so much force that i thought his arm was going to dislocate from its socket. He struck the kid out and i saw Sam smirk as the catcher shouted, "Strike 3, your out!"
  
The games ends at 10:20, visitors lost 5-3.
  
Sam and i are walking together when the kid from the opposing team came up to me, followed by two others.
  
The kid had a cocky smirk on his face. He came up to me and slung his arm around my shoulders. His hand was dangerously close to touching my boob.
  
"Hey, baby," he says.
  
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sam says, hes going to lose his shit any minute now. I can literally feel the heat radiating off of him.
  
I shrug the kids arm off of me and moved away, but he followed me.
  
"Those shorts look really hot on you," he says, then his hand swipes down the smack my butt. I jump away.
  
Sam shoots past me and tackles the kid to the ground.
  
Sam is on top punching the shit out of him, while the other kid holds his arms up, trying to protect his face from Sams harsh punches.
  
Sams coach and the other teams coach come running toward us to break up the fight.
  
They separate the boys, and thats when i catch a glimpse of the other kids face. It is dripping blood. His lip is split open and blood is gushing oit of his nose.
  
Sam is breathing heavy, his fists are still clenched, and he is glaring at the kid. His coach has a hold of him by the neck of his baseball jersey, holding him back.
  
"Tucker! Bus! Now!" his coach hollered at Sam shoving him away in the direction of our bus. Sam storms off to the bus.
  
That kid never stood a chance against Sam, he was at least twice his size.
   I jog after Sam and follow him onto the bus and sit down in the seat beside him.
 
"Are you okay?" my first concern is if Sam is alright.
  
"No im not fucking okay!" he hollers at me, making me flinch at his tone. Hes still breathing heavy.
  
"Let me see your hand," Sam doesnt move toward me so i reach out and take his hand myself.
  
In the little light on the bus, i see that his knuckles are cut up and swollen.
  
The rest of the team starts piling onto the bus. Jackson sits behind Sam and Jackie behind me.
  
"Dude, what happened back there?" Jackson asks Sam.
  
"Dont even start," I hold my hand up in front of Jacksons face.
  
But, hes a fucking beast. Coach said hes going to have to get stitches in his lip."
  
"Jackson, stop talking to him. Please, he needs to calm down."
  
Jackson scowled at me and sat back in his seat.
  
I cuddle up against Sams side and eventually we fall asleep like that. His head against the window and my head on his shoulder.

I wake up later when i feel Sam jump underneath me.
  
"Ow!" Sam shouts.
  
I sit up and Sam is rubbing the top of his head.
  
Jackson is standing above him, leaning over the seat, "We're almost home, bro."
  
"Then wake me when we actually get there," Sam grumbles and goes back to sleep.
  
I yawn and rub the sleep from my eyes.
  
"Aww, is it past poor little Sami's bed time?" Jackson teases.
  
Sam reaches up and smacks him, his eyes are still closed.
  
Jackson smacks him back, harder, and it goes back and forth between the two.
  
"You two are so immature," i say, watching them go back and forth.
  
Jackson slaps Sam so hard that i could hear his hand make contact with Sams cheek.
  
Sam grabs Jacksons hand and bites his palm. Jackson winces and sits back in his seat, defeated. Sam goes back to sleep.
  
We pull into the schools parking lot, and i gently nudge Sam awake before Jackson could smack him again. His cheek is still red from earlier.
  
"You're hair is a mess," i laugh. His hair is sticking up in every direction.
  
He reaches up to smooth his hair down, but it doesnt help much, its still a mess.
  
Sam drives me home after we get off the bus. Im scared that we are going to crash because Sams eyes keep closing from sleep, but just when hes about to go off the road, his eyes would snap open and he would adjust the steering wheel.
  
I tell him to be careful driving hone and give him a quick kiss before i get out of his truck.
  
Ryan is waiting up for me in my bedroom, well he isnt really waiting up for me, hes fast asleep on my bed, his arm is slung over his eyes.
  
I shrug out of my clothes and put on my pajamas. After i wash my face i lay down beside Ryan. He immediantly snuggles up close to me. God, he is so clingy.