The Fourth Musketeer - A Short Story

Chapter 2 - Daydreaming

Chapter 2 - Daydreaming

Samantha POV

   Just breathe Sam, I told myself. Unfortunately, the breath I did take turned out to be an extremely snorty gasp. I immediately turned a very attractive shade of tomato.

   Lewis had dirty blonde hair with lighter highlights that was a bit shaggy, but not too long - just how I liked it. His moss green eyes were gentle but he had a nose that looked like it had been in a few rugby matches, or maybe even fights? His face shape was perfect; a jawline that looked like it was carved by Michelangelo himself, with just a slight cleft in his chin. Overall: highly drool-worthy.

   "Uh, are you okay?" he asked, pulling me out of my reverie. 

   "Oh! Err, yeah, um... Yeah." I stammered. Oh, that was mature, I reprimanded myself, you're being a complete numpty Sam - get it together! 

   "Alright. My name's Lewis, by the way." he told me, eyeing me warily. 

   "Oh, yeh, I guessed from the register. You're new right?" That's great Sam, of course he's new! I was never usually like this - Lewis was messing up my cool, calm and collected persona. 

   "Yeah, I just moved here," Lewis replied. 

   "Where from?" That's better Sammy, a sensible question. 

   "I lived in Essex; we had to move because of dad's work." 

   "Really? I used to live in Essex as well! We moved to London when I was really young though." Good Sam, you're actually making conversation! 

   "Oh, cool. Why'd you move?" He asked. 

   "Oh, uh, I dunno. Never asked." No way was I going to tell him the truth at this stage in our relationship: mum, Rory and I had moved to London because dad left mum for another woman, meaning we had to crash at my grandparents' house - a temporary fix that somehow become permanent.

   Lewis’ next comment, whatever it was going to be, got cut off by Miss O’Brian telling us that the lesson had begun. This announcement meant it was time for me to concentrate on my music. And, perhaps, checking out the eye candy located to the left of me.

   I had been staring at Lewis for the better part of ten minutes, when suddenly he tore a piece of paper from his notebook, and started to write. He then handed me the note:

Do I have something on my face??

   I read it, and was confused, so I wrote back:

Huh?

   He smiled and wrote:

You're staring at me...

  Oh shit! I quickly responded:

Sorry! I'm half asleep -- didn't realise I was ☺

   He read and seemed satisfied, then turned back to the teacher. That was a close call, I thought. I decided that I would refrain from staring for the rest of the lesson. Instead I decided to turn my brain off and let it daydream:

Hey Sam Lewis called over to me. Lewi! I responded, walking over to him, What's up? He looked uncomfortable. It's just... Sammy, I need to tell you something. I frowned, What is it? Lewis took a deep breath Sam... I... I just... He paused. What is it Lew? You can tell me. I smiled. I love you, he whispered. I gasped, then stepped closer, and closer, and put my hands around his neck. Lewis, I grinned, I love you too. I told him, then pulled him towards my face, kissing him. He responded instantaneously, putting his hands around my waist, and licking my bottom lip. I gladly granted him entrance, and our tongues began a soft battle. He pressed his hips against mine, and I could feel his-

   "Sam! Wake up!" Lewis shook me, and I jerked awake. 

   "Huh?" I asked sleepily. 

   "Lesson's over, Sam. Time to go." He told me, laughing softly. 

   "Ah, crap. Did I fall asleep? In the first lesson?" I sighed. 

   "Yep," he laughed, "let's go." I followed him out of the classroom and into the hall. Once we were out he turned towards me, “Do you have a free now?” he asked. 

   “Yeh why?” 

   “Well I was just wondering if you wanted to take me for a tour of the school? Well, not wanted, per se, but maybe-”

   “Yeh I’d love to!” I cut him off; he was getting a bit rambley, which was kind of cute, but also a bit annoying. I then grabbed his wrist and whisked him away to the west end of the school.

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(http://tinyurl.com/samlewisnote - can't upload pics here, but I made this in photoshop)