She's the goody two shoes, and he's the bad boy she doesn't normally even look at. But one weekend every year, her parents go to a convention across the country. This gives her the opportunity to do everything she's missed out on for a year. What ha...
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Skylar's POV
After school let out, Sammy and I headed back to my house to study for a test tomorrow. My parents wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so I ordered us a pizza to share. Sammy went straight for my couch and plopped down on it. I walked over to where he was and grabbed my books out so we could study. Just as I was about to sit on the floor, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist and pull me down on the coach. "Sammy, we're supposed to be studying for our test tomorrow. You know this"
He grunted, before tightening his grip on me and kissing my neck. At first I didn't try to stop him, but then his hand had made it's way to my thigh. Sammy groaned even louder this time, then released me and sprawled out on the couch. I sat down on the floor and pulled out my text book. "Baby, why do we have to study? Everyone knows you're going to pass the test?" Sammy mumbled as he was playing with my hair. Ignoring him, I continued to read through my book, until the door rang. "I got it," he yelled jumping off of the couch and almost falling.
He came back a couple of minutes later holding the pizza box. I quickly snatched it from it and held it out of reach. "If you want the pizza you have to actually study," I said to him. He flopped down on my couch again and let out a really loud groan, causing me to laugh. Glaring at me, he folded his arms and pouted his lip. "Awe," I smiled, "you really like groaning don't you? And pouting." Before I had finished my sentence, a smirk formed on his face, and I knew where this was going.
"I only groan for you, baby girl," he breathed out, before pulling me onto his lap. As I sat there straddling him, he pulled my face towards his and began kissing me. Without realizing it, my hand holding the pizza box lowered. Just as I had finally relaxed and let go of the pizza box, he grabbed it off of the couch and held it away from me. Once I realized what he did, I hit him and moved off of him. Letting out a deep breath, I threw myself onto the couch and glared at him. "This my friend," he smiled, "is why you never let go of the pizza box."
Just as I was about to answer him, the door bell rang, leaving me to settle with sticking my tongue out. He chuckled a little, while I walked over to answer the door. When I opened the door, I came face to face with Destiny. "Hi," she said, "I know you're not expecting me. But we really need to talk about something. Actually, someone and I know he's here right now." Mentally, I rolled my eyes before opening the door enough to let her in. I showed her towards my bedroom, where she paced the room until I shut the door.
"Why is he here? I thought I warned you about him and what he does. Today in the hallway he winked at me, while you guys were holding hands. I know you think he's all sweet innocent, but take it from someone who has experienced this all first hand. He's not who you think he is. If you want, I can talk to some of the other girls he played." She finally stopped talking and took a breath looking at me. I was still processing it all, not knowing what just happened. Finally, I looked at her and shook my head.
"That's impossible," I breathed, "he isn't like that. I've known him practically my whole life, and he has never been a player. You have no idea what you're talking about and I need you to leave." She tried to respond, but I put my hand up to silence her. Finally, she got the idea and left. I followed her down the stairs, before walking in to see Sammy devouring the pizza. "Nice to see you left some for me." He smiled at me with a mouth full of food, causing me to cringe.
He moved over on the couch and put his arm around me, pulling me closer. I could smell his cologne, which brought a smile to my face. We sat in silence for ten minutes, before he turned to look down at me. Sammy took a deep breath, before actually saying anything. "What was she here for this time?" It sounded so soft, I wasn't sure I heard the question right. I took my time answering the question, which I could tell was killing him. "Well?
"She was here to tell me what a bad idea it is to be with you again and she's trying to talk me out of being with you," I said as quickly as possible. He frowned at me, before removing his arm from my shoulder. I looked up at him with a confused look. "Sammy, please don't think I'm listening to her. If I were, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. So, don't let her get to you. Okay?" Now I was the one frowning at him as he avoided my gaze.
