Finally Wanted

Chapter Two

-A.N.-
Hey it's been a while! I know I haven't updated in forever but I have been super busy and sleep deprived so cut me some slack. I hope you enjoy this chapter! See ya, little bees! Btw, Thatcher's pov might suck so just...ya know...deal with it.
How I imagine Samantha to look like ^^^^^

Thatcher P.O.V.

Life sucks. And not just in the I-have-too-much-homework sense, but in the my parents are practically nonexistent, I have to work a part time job just to bring in enough money to pay the bills and to get some food. I also have to go to school to waste my time getting "smarter", when I could be working. It also doesn't help that I got my dad's excessive glaring gene.

And to make it even better, my new school is the preppiest place I have ever seen. Girls and guys walking down sidewalks with perfect stature, wearing their clean cut ironed uniforms. It makes me want to barf. They just look like a bunch of clones. And while I'm walking, I feel like everyone is staring at me, not that I mind. I'm be the new kid, the center of a attention. Fantastic.

I heard someone trip and I looked over. There was a girl on the ground with two snotty looking girls looking down on her. While the girl started to pick up the books that fell from her backpack, I heard the two other girls using some choice words. When the two girls walked away, I could see the girl on the ground was shaking. No one was helping her. Figures.

I walk over to her and bend down to start picking up her books. She looked up in shock and I could finally see her face. She was...wow. She had huge brown doe eyes, cute freckles that ran over her nose and flooded over her cheeks. She had flowing brown hair that had small waves at the bottom. I could tell she was different that all the other girls, and not just because he didn't wear an ounce of makeup.

Thatch, your staring. I silently shook my head and started picking up her books. Why should I care what she looks like? I'm just doing her a favor, no big deal.

I finished picking up her books and saw she was still staring at me. I couldn't help staring at her slightly gaping mouth. Her lips look so soft... What the hell?! To try to snap her out of it,  I waved a hand in front of her face. That seemed to do it. I stood up with her books in hand. As she tried to stand up, she fell back down again. When she looked back at me, her face was bright red. I couldn't help but be a little amused when she puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and tried again. She was so cute.

I rolled my eyes and reached down my hand to help her up. She looked at my hand, then at me, then my hand, then at me. Her eyes suddenly got wide in realization when I reached down to her hand and yanked her off the ground. She looked like she was in shock again so I just put her books in her backpack and put it on her shoulders.

I steered to walk away when she looked all set then I felt a tug on my shirt. I turned around with an eyebrow raised and she lowered her gaze.

"I can't walk."

I couldn't help but stop for a second and take in her small voice. She sounded so small and wounded. Then realization hit. She cant walk.

I can't believe this. I sighed and shook my head, then reached down and slung her over my shoulder. Since I barely know her and I'm tired as shit, I don't want to play nice anymore. Plus I got a great panty shot.

She started whacking my back and I heard her yell, "Put me the hell down!" I couldn't help but chuckle at her attempts to wiggle out of my grasp. She didn't stand a chance.

When we got to the nurses office, I plopped her down on the cot and started looking for some first aid. I grabbed all the stuff I needed and walked back to the bed to fix her knee up.