Falling For A Murderer (BoyxBoy)

No Canoodling; Pt 1

I spotted Sam waiting outside the front of the school. His bag was slung precariously over his shoulder and was threatening to slide off. He glanced down to his new phone every couple of seconds, awaiting a text off someone no undoubtedly. His short brown hair was sticking out at odd angles, rebelling against gravity. I smiled as he looked up to a group of passing year nines, whom were a considerable amount taller than his short frame. I made my way over to him, not waiting for the smaller students to walk past, simply pushing through the groups of giggling girls instead who looked at me with offended faces.

I stood behind Sam and watched as he looked left and right for me or Claire. I bent down to meet his height of 5'5 and blew into his ear. He yelped and jumped slightly, turning his head quickly in my direction.

"What the shit?" He laughed, rubbing his ear slightly. I smirked and stood up so he had to look back up at me. He peered up at me with his adorable blue eyes and smiled. "Thanks for helping me yesterday." He whispered.

"If I wasn't such a dick it wouldn't have happened in the first place."

"That's in the past. I'm over it."

"Yeah but I'm not." I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn slightly to see Claire.

"Not what?" She asks, trying to gain access to the conversation.

"Not... Straight." I say, the words somewhat tripping and stumbling out of my mouth for some dumb reason.

"You're not wrong." She simply replies. She steps past me and envelops Sam in a hug, who doesn't seem OK with the situation. He's awkwardly still and she finally lets go, taking a step back, looking at us both. "How are things between you two?" She inquires. I look to Sam and he nods.

"They're good. Great." He stammers.

"No. This is good." She pushed Sam into me and I stumble backwards at the force. Sam's arms wrap around me, trying to find something stable to grab onto to stop him from falling. I manage to regain my posture, but his arms are still around me. He looks up at me from under his eyelids, the deep blue of his eyes like the ocean, teaming with hundreds of blues. He blinks and I can't help but let a smile form on my lips. "Got it!" Claire cries. Our heads snap to look at her and she's smiling mischievously at a phone in her hands, which isn't hers.

"Is that -" Sam begins, but Claire cuts him off halfway through the question.

"Yep," she interrupts, popping the 'p'. "Stole it from your pocket as your fell lovingly into his arms." She continues, making it seem like the whole thing was from some romance book. Sam stepped away from me and went to take the phone back, but she held up her hand to stop him. "Ah ah ah. Wait a minute." She tapped away on the phone for a couple more seconds, smiling at her work. I felt a buzz in my pocket as she handed the phone back. Sam looked at his phone with an amused expression on his face. I looked over his shoulder at the screen, to see she had set the image as the background. I chuckled, and checked my own phone.

Unknown: Image attachment

I opened the message to see the picture that Claire had taken. In all honesty, it wasn't a bad image - Sam looked cute. Although it wasn't exactly the best setting for the picture, but I liked it.

"Ohmygodyouhaven'tsavedSamasacontactthisisterribleit'slikeyoudon'tevenlovehim!" The female shouted from beside me. She stood gawking at my phone screen, pointing at the 'Unknown' from the top of the conversation.

"Claire." I sighed, turning to her. "I didn't fucking know it was him." I spoke slowly. She yanked my phone out of my hands and, again, began tapping away. God, I swear she was some kind of Phone Thief. She returned my phone with an evil laugh, and I glanced at the name at the top of the conversation. I blinked twice and looked up at her. "I swear to the Gods, Claire." She smiled menacingly and I looked back down to the name. My phone buzzed. Another message off Sam.