Forbidden Fruit ( Sam Pottorff )

Chapter 1 (Why Me?)

Today was an average day at Westmore. But, I had drama rehearsals today, and since I'm part of the tech team.....I had to go. As I walked out of the auditorium at the end of rehearsals, a group of guys stepped in front of me, blocking any way to escape.

"Uh......can I help you?" I asked in an annoyed tone and crossed my arms over my chest. They all looked at each other, as if deciding who would talk, but no one said a word. "Well? Cat got your tongue, or is your head stuck up your ass?" I spat, now clearly pissed off.

"Calm down cutie," the middle one said, "I just wanna talk." He was a tall guy, not overly muscular from what I could see, but I could tell that he worked out. He wore his brown hair gelled up in the front with a black beanie that matched the rest of his outfit. Black, black and, oh yea, BLACK.

"Well talk. I got better places to be than around you douchebags." I responded. He faked a hurt expression.

"Ouch," he stated, taking a step closer to me to try and intimidate me...but i didn't even blink. "Blake, Nick.....leave us alone for a minute would ya." he ordered the other two guys. They obeyed and silently stalked off. He then returned his attention to me. "The name is Sam. And, no need for you to introduce yourself cutie, I already know who you are. You're Clarissa....Ree...Hamilton." Sam smirked.

"It's Ree," I corrected, wanting to rip the smirk off his face, "just Ree." Sam chuckled at my response and, in a flash, slammed me against the wall. Stars danced in my head but i didn't scream, I wouldn't allow it. "What do you want?" I managed to say, staring into his, now dark brown, eyes.

"I want you." he growled and pulled my hips into his.

"Get off." I said, pushing on his arms.  But, he held on tightly, causing pain in my sides where he was holding onto me.

"No. I want you and I always get what I want,” he said and reached under my shirt, feeling around my bra.  I began to panic and tridd to unpin my arms, but he was too strong.

"Stop.  Sam Stop it.” I begged, still not allowing him to see me cry.

“No Ree. I’m gonna prove everyone wrong.  I’m going to help you!  Everyone thinks that you’re too good for anyone.  You get good grades, but aren’t nerdy.  You are good at everything, but don’t hang with The Populars.  You’ve had the Same 3 best friends since grade school and refuse to go on a date with anyone. But I’m going to fix that.” he said while pulling at the waist band of my yoga pants. 

“Please stop…”  I begged once again.

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