Bad Boy Sammy

{ Chapter 1 }

I fixed the straps on my gold watch and rushed out of the class room. I needed to pee so badly during that lesson and can I just say...every teacher at this school is out to get me.

Dodging and turning through the moving crowds along the hallways I spot the bathroom door and make a B line for it.

"Hey! watch it will ya" some dude yelled within the crowd after my bag hit his chest.

"Sorry" I mumbled back even though he couldn't hear me.

My hand attached to the door handle and pulled the door open. Quickly looking around the bathroom it was thankfully empty.

After I'd finished my 'business' I placed my bag on the counter top next to the sink. My hands touched the cold metal sink edge leaning against it. I breathed in slowly, staring at my self in the mirror.

I was made a fool of when I jumped back from the sound of the door opening.

"There you are! Where have you been? I've looked everywhere for you. Whats your next lesson because mines Algebra and I think you told me on Tuesdays we both have Algebra and I seem to forgot-"

"Woah there Amanda!" I almost yelled holding my hand up to silence her.

She rolled her eyes before moving over to the sink and taking her red lipstick from her bag and re applying it.

I mimicked her by doing the same with my nude lipstick.

"And yes I do have Algebra next" I smirked at her in the mirror.

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After I'd visited my locker I realised I'd left my text books in the back of my car. I held on to the strap of my bag and made my way to the car park.

Pulling my keys out of bag and unlocking my car I grab my books and close the door.

Suddenly my phones vibrates in my back pocket so I pull it out to see i have a missed call from my brother. Callum.

"Why are you calling, shouldn't you be at work?" I spoke down the line before he could.

"Nice to see you to little sista' how've you been?" He chuckled down the line. Clearly being sarcastic.

"Get to the point asshole" I rolled my eyes even though he can't see.

"Are there Lucky Charms at the house?"

"Are you kidding me Cal? You called me...at school. For a fucking marshmallow cereal?!"

I heard him intake a deep breath. Then there was a moment of silence.Then he spoke.

"So is there?" I could tell he was smirking.

"I don't know, fat ass!" Then I hung up.

I turned around walking towards the school doors heading to Algebra, but something seemed off? oh I know, no ones around.

Hold on! No ones around! I scanned my eyes around the hallway and all there was, were nothing but lockers.

As I picked up speed looking at my watch i was 20 minutes late to my lesson. 20 minutes!

My teachers going to kill me, Amanda's going to yell at me for leaving her what am I going to say-

I was cut off from my thoughts by bumping into large figure. I blinked a few times before looking at the statue that nearly toppled me flying.

His Hazel eyes poured into mine, his chiseled jaw that could cut my finger, his plump lips were the perfect shade of pink, the way his lips curved into a smirk as his lip ring hung tightly on the edge of his lip.

I only just realised that his hand was tightly gripped around the top of my arm burning into my skin, and holding my upright before I fell.

"You alright?" His raspy voice spoke out.

I was speechless i couldn't find the words. I felt powerless, vulnerable and useless.

"Got a name?" His cheekily asks

"M-maggie, I'm just going to Algebra" I stuttered looking like an idiot. His eyes were still locked with mine not letting me dare to look away.

"Well 'Maggie I'm just going to Algebra' Looks like we're heading the same way" He smirked proud of his joke.

Come to think of it, I do recognise him but no one talks to him except his group of friends. Every girl falls all over him and I swear to god he's fucked every girl in this god damn school.

I remember spotting him for the first time as he walked into the hall for Algebra he walks in like nothing's wrong...like he's not late.

He's always 20 minutes late.
His arms are covered in sleeves of tattoos.
He always has a cigarette between his lips.
And he smirks every chance he gets.

But this is the kind of person I don't mess with in collage. I'm not about that life.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as I hear the sound of the door opening as I push it.

Everyone's heads turn to me and this guy. I must know his name soon.

I apologise to my professor giving me a stern look but not giving a second glance towards this guy behind me.

Is this place so used to him breaking the rules?

I took my seat next to Amanda and ignored the frowned and confused look on her face. I put my books on my desk and starting taking down the notes that the professor was saying.

"Okay now just carry on for the next 15 minutes of the lesson doing your own thing revising, going over the notes or just chat amongst yourselves...I could care less" the professor muttered the last part making us sniffle a laugh.

As soon as the words left his mouth Amanda turned towards me. Oh god.

"What the hell were you doing with him?" She whisper yelled almost sounding angry.

"Shh! I was just late from being on the phone with my brother and ended up bumping into him, I don't even know him" I lied, i mean i don't know him but i sure as hell have heard of him just not his name.

"You don't know Sammy Wilkinson!?" She whispered loudly, thankfully no one heard.

"i mean i've heard of him, just never talked to him, he keeps away from everyone doesn't he?" I lied again then asked.

"Yeah but he's so fit" she almost moaned making me gag. "Like can you imagine how big his dick-"

I raised my hand over her mouth to shut her up before she finish her sentence.

She giggled into my palm making me pull my hand away. Shaking my head and softly laughing at her crude sentence I turned back to my notes.

I couldn't stop thinking about that Sammy guy. Its like the force of his hazel eyes burning into mine almost left the scene permanently stuck in my brain.

I tilted my head slowly to look at the back of the hall, exactly to where Sammy walked to go sit when we walked in.

His eyes locked with mine once again sending a warm wave over my body turning my hands numb making me drop my pencil on my book.

The way he sat with his feet up on the desk and his pencil between his teeth, made me pool. His smirk grew the longer I stared making me turn around in my seat back to my books.

The thing that made me more nervous was knowing that he was already staring at me.

Sammy Wilkinson, school bad boy was looking at me. Voluntarily.