A/N: Enjoy Readers!
Song: Sorry by Beyonce
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It was now 4th period meaning lunch for me; it was also Sammy's lunch period. After the incident I had this feeling. It was a weird feeling because I had never felt it before. Rebellion? Liking? Maybe both. I wanted Sammy to mess with me. Why? I don't know. Maybe to show Xander that this would be his last chance and someone else will come and swoop me off my feet.
Sammy made his way to me only looking back once to smirk at his friends.
"Hey ma. I know you have a boyfriend and all but I just wanna hang out so can I have your number?"
"No Samuel. I don't want to hang out or give you my number. Buh Byeee."
"Playing hard to get. I like it. Sooner or later you'll be giving me your number."
"How about never? Like I said bye."
And I left. It was almost 5th period meaning English. I wasn't the smartest in my grade but I for sure wasn't the dumbest. So I wouldn't be valedictorian but I will be graduating. I stopped in my tracks remembering Sammy had this class with me. Ugh!
I went into the room, not forgetting to greet my teacher Mr. Harris.
I sat silently drawing in my notebook till the first bell rung and Mr. Harris took the role. Everyone except Sammy, a girl named Teresa, and another girl named January were here. I wonder where Sammy could be. And with that Sammy walked into the classroom being marked as tardy or what he calls 'fashionably late'. Mr. Harris just told him to manage his time and get to class on time.
Class started and Mr. Harris explained our assignment. We had to write a five page essay on whatever Mr. Harris assigns to each pair. Sadly none of my friends had this period with me but Sammy and his friends did. Hopefully I get none of them. We didn't get a choice and Mr. Harris told us that the person sitting next to us is our partner. Guess who my partner is? The one and only Sammy Wilk! Could this get any worse? Obviously everything gets worse in my world. Because we have only 10 minutes in class left and Mr. Harris told us to exchange information as a way to work on this outside of school. Sammy smirked and turned in my direction.
"About your number....."
And that is how I ended up at Sammy's house after school.
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skirts; s.w ♡.
Fanfiction"i dare you to lift up celine's skirt everyday" "i can do that watch." --- "sorry my hand slipped" in which a girl wears skirts for a boy who has a crush on her to lift them up daily. +lowercase intended {DISCONTINUED}
