The Scheme

Confrontations Galore (picture of Gwen)

Confrontations Galore

Chapter 16

 Sam’s PoV

Rushing out of the locker room and not really paying attention to where I was going, I slammed into some guys walking down the hall. Giving them a few choice words, I pushed past them and headed towards the parking lot. This building felt like it was suffocating me and there was a fat chance in hell that I would go to the dorm room in case I ran into Kayli. Grateful that I had my car keys with me, I flung open my car door and slammed it shut. Placing the key in the ignition to start the car, the familiar rumble of the engine calmed my shattered nerves. Gripping the steering wheel, it took all my willpower not to thrust the car into drive and just leave.

I mean what was I really doing here? Kayli sure as hell didn’t want me here and let’s be honest why would she, I’ve been nothing but a prick. Loosening my iron grip on the steering wheel, I turned off the car. Who was I kidding, I could never leave her not only because I cared for her but I promised Brent I would watch out for her. Rubbing my sore jaw, I stared straight ahead watching the sun slowly descend. I was still shocked, she slapped me; an honest to god slap not like the one she gave me last time. If it hadn’t hurt like hell I would have been impressed with my girl’s feistiness.

God dammit Sam, she’s not your girl the sooner you get that through your thick head the better off you will be, I mentally scolded. I just couldn’t help myself, every time I looked at her the possessiveness I felt was overwhelming. Even when we are at each other’s throats like we just were, in the back of my mind I was grateful to just be around her. Pathetic, but true. Remembering the way her eyes were burning with anger right before she slapped me, I felt the familiar tightness in my pants whenever I thought about her. Even with her face twisted in rage she still had the ability to take my breath away.

Recalling the reason why we were arguing in the first place, rage took precedence of my body’s reaction to Kayli…Caleb. That little fuck had the gall to actually show up here to try to win her back, over my dead body. That kid deserves an ass whooping and I was more than happy to oblige. My lips twitched into a smile as I imagined slamming my fist into that smug asshole’s face. But I couldn’t do that, it would hurt Kayli and although my recent actions would say otherwise, I never wanted to hurt her. But I couldn’t just stand around and let him weasel his way back into her life; she was too good for him.

With a great sense of determination, I got out of my car and headed back into the building. The hallway was practically empty now, knowing exactly where I wanted to go I walked towards the cafeteria. My ears were met with rambunctious laughter; I stood at the entrance, my eyes scanning the area for the familiar blonde head. I spotted him in the back talking animatedly to Coach Smalls. Walking briskly, I headed towards him. Anger was surging inside me with each step that brought me closer to him. Ignoring the greetings called out to me as I walked, I finally reached the table.

Clearing my throat, “Caleb?”

His back was turned to me but he swiveled around at the mention of his name, “Sam, hey man. How the hell are you?” he smiled up at me.

He must have seen the fury burning behind my eyes because his smile faltered as he looked into my eyes, “Can we talk?”

“Sure, I’ll be right back Uncle Smalls.”

My head snapped to Coach Smalls, Uncle huh? Well that explains how he got an assistant coaching position here. Shit Sam, you need to calm down before you kick your Coach’s nephews ass, no need to get yourself thrown out. Caleb stood up next to me, he was a few inches shorter than me and for whatever reason I was happy that I had a height advantage over him. I headed towards the exit, Caleb following close behind. Once we were outside and alone, I finally turned around.