More than what meets the eye

The Secret life of Samantha

Kynan Shocruft and his mother Belinder Shocruft had just moved into the city where Kynan goes to attend Ridgeville High. His mom, being a fashion designer pairs up with one of the World's most succesful and famous designer Jeanette Hiller and transferred here to work.

Kynan's POV:

It's been a few months since mom and I moved here. Four, to be exact. And it's pretty cool except for the fact that everyone regards me as a 'playa' cos I date and ditch. I mean, come on! Those girls were way worse than me. Some had even slept with the entire student body, boys AND girls so it's not my fault that I ditched them! i think I'm gonna lay low for a while, you know, just concentrate on my studies. Speaking of which, I have english class right after the bell goes.

*bell rings*

Great! English class! Just when I thought of it. Ms Terington had handed out our assignments and she is beginning to pair the students up for the project that we'd be working on. "Kynan Shocruft?" she called out. I slowly raised my hand up. "Yeah, Ms Terington?" I replied.

"You will be working with Samantha Aprihill."

"But Ms, I-"

"No questions, no complaining. Now turn to Chapter three of your novels and continue." she said sternly.

I stared at her. Samantha, that is. She had her glasses on and her hair was tied in a bun. Pfft.. Like, that look is waaaayy out of date. That girl needs to change that hair and those clothes if she wants guys to fall for her. What?! It's not my fault for being a fashion police. My mom's a designer so I've seen the models she's worked with and they're stunning.She seemed to catch me staring at her and gave me a really cold glare. I just smirked at her and opened my book, pretending to read.

As soon as class was over, I hurriedly went to her and asked her what we were supposed to do.

"Were you even paying attention?" the chic shot back at me.

"Hey, I was just asking okay? There's no need to get in my pants for that." I smirked, expecting her to say something flirty back.

"Excuse me??! What kind of a human being are you?! Seriously! I'd rather spend a whole day cleaning the bathroom, than get into those!" she said, disgusted.

"gimme your number, at least." I replied.

"So you could harrass me on the phone too? Please, get a life." with that said, she walked out. Shit! That chic had a really controlling voice. Like she was some kinda Manageress when things dont go as planned. Then I recalled what I said earlier. Give me your number at least? What the fuck? I sounded like a fucking pussy! Shoving the thought aside, I got into my jeep and went home.

I called my best bud up, Jake and asked him for Samantha Aprihill's number.

"Dude, tell me you you're joking." he said.

" Nah, man I'm serious."

"Look, noone has ever tried screwing her up before and nobody will ever do. She doesnt even have a boyfriend. That girl has some issues, man."

"Wha- No,no, Jake get your head out of those clouds man. I only need her number 'cause we'll be working on a project together. Nothing else."

"You sure? Fine. I'll ask Cheryl for it and I'll send it over." He hung up.

A few minutes later, I got her cellphone number and saved it under LOUDMOUTH. I decided to textt her after dinner when I'm bored. I headed downstairs to watch the premiere of the new Thor movie as it was one of the latest and I had counted the days til its premiere.

After the movie, I went upstairs, had a quick shower and threw myself onto the bed. Grabbing my phone from the drawer, I sent her a text: "Goodnight Loudmouth :) "