I never thought I'd catch feelings for the town bad boy but here I am, sitting on the back of his motorcycle holding tightly to his torso. I realised I was in love with the rush I got when I was with him. I was with him when he graffitied the front of the school and the rush of getting caught drove me up the wall. The first time he kissed me, the taste of ciggarettes and mint filled my senses. I had an addiction to this boy and I didn't want to get over it.
"Hey, beautiful we're here." Sam told me pulling me out of my thoughts. I jumped off the bike and interlaced my fingers with Sam's. He pulled our hands to his lips and placed a chaste kiss to the back of my hand. A shiver went down my spine. I looked at where we were and noticed that it was a night club. Sam pulled me in through the back and forced me onto the dance floor. We danced closely until the guy who came to meet Sam showed up. Sam left me alone on the dance floor to go talk to him. I was soon accompanied by an unknown man dancing to close. Sam seemed to notice and held up a finger.
"You're gonna have to give me a minute." Sam had grunted out through clentched teeth. He walked toward me and pulled me close by my wrist. The guy seemed to have noticed and stood up looking at Sam the wrong way. He didn't take to kindly to Sam's gesture and tried to start a fight that was quickly ended by Sam's right fist connecting with the guys nose. Sam pulled me closer and looked down at me.
"Hey, you're mine. Got it? Mine." He continued to say.
"Yours. All yours." I agreed and we finished our discussion with the man Sam was supposed to meet at the club. He ended up paying him over 20 thousand dollars that night. Sam and I were filthy stinking rich and had no problem with it.
