Overtime

Chapter 14

Brodie’s Pov

I was on a mission. Not like your death defying mission which James Bond went on. The type of mission where you find out answers more like a quest than a mission. A quest, what Frodo and Sam went on in Lord of the Rings.

Exactly like that. I wanted answers and more specifically I wanted them of Samantha Manning.

She was keeping something and at first I was willing to let it go. I mean everybody had secrets. She had hers I had diabetes and my dad leaving my Mom because she cheated on him on several occasions.

But the incidents where piling up in my mind and they were not adding up. Scottie at the party what I knew was he kissed her she pushed away he hit her why I don't know. When Naomi called her Mom a whore in gym. If Danny and I hadn't grabbed hold of her Naomi would be left with little to no hair. When Parker held her underwater trying to do play swim or sink she panicked like it had happened to her before. But what was tipping the boat for me was what Sam had said in her sleep when we were on our way home from camping when she had her head in my lap and she still managed to sleep must have been pure skill.

Any who she kept muttering the same thing over and over when I got back in the tent after Blake dragging me out and giving out about me being a lazy shit for not changing the pod. Blake of course fell straight asleep but with all the extra glucose coursing around my body I was wired not that I would be in the morning. So I sat awake like the creep I am and watched her sleep. Her hair splayed around her face. Her body pressed against mine. Her face buried in my chest and her fingers lingered on my crinkled vest. I had to say she made looking beautiful so easy and she was so obvious to that fact.

After a half hour she started mumbling "Elliot stop, stop I promise I won't do it again Elliot I promise" her hand trailed down to her thigh where she dug her nails into her leg. She continued to mumble "Elliot stop it hurts stop don't it" clenching her leg after watching his I could let her leg be scared by her nails so I gently picked up her hand and brought It back up to my chest fearful she would wake up.

But instead she just moved closer to me wrapping her arm around my waist. "Elliot don't do this not that I promise stop it Elliot I don't like the water to the other thing not no Elliot don't" she whispered pleadingly. How the heck was she still asleep? Did she not know she talked in her sleep because if she did I think she may be worried about the analogue I just heard? And then all was silent she said nothing so I amused she had drifted off.

My mind buzzed who the hell was Elliot and what had he done to make Sam so scared she fears him in her sleep. I had to find out what was going on because if I didn't-

"Mr. Bennett can you tell me what happened during the headscarf affair in the 1980's in France" George asked waking me from my thought. My mind paused before it remembered Caleb swigging up on this at lunch

"Em well three Muslim girls walking into school with veins and the principle wouldn't let them attend class if they wore them so a national thing started" I stated my answer becoming more and vaguer by the second.

"Thing Mr. Bennett?"

"Yeah you know the thing"

"No Mr. Bennett I do not know the thing now pay attention or you have a thing called detention waiting with your name on it" he barked as he turned back to the board scribbling down notes. Guess he was having a bad day too.

My blood sugar had been up all day and as much as I wanted to concentrate my bouncing knee wouldn't

Let me.

The bell rang and I ran out the classroom not stopping to wait for the guys. I stood in the middle of the hall trying to remember what day it was when a shoulder hit me harder than an average one would. I spun around to see Scottie grinning at me. His black jeans hung way to low on his skinny ass and his black jacket was hanging off his lanky frame.