Worth It. (Sam Wilkinson)

7. Purple Lips.

McKenzie's P.O.V

"What was that all about with Casey?" Sam asked me in a demanding tone.

"What about Carrie?" I smirked. I know her name is Casey but I just like enjoy calling her Carrie better.

"It's Casey not Carrie." He corrected me.

"Whatever" I said as I rolled my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Why'd you push her?" Sam was obviously not wasting any time ignoring the fact that my arms were around him. I could feel how toned his body was through the thin material of his Black t-shirt. Why does he even care if I pushed her. She's just the new girl.

"I was just playing an innocent game of volleyball."

"Bullshit. You never participate in gym." I can't believe he just called me out. He pulled out of my touch and my arms dangled beside me.

"Why does it even matter, she's just the new girl. Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?"

"I'm not. I was just asking. I'll see you later." He replied.

"My house tonight, or yours?" I winked. Sam and I have been fooling around lately. I'm kind of hoping our friends with benefits relationship turns into something more.

His somewhat angry expression turned into a smirk and I know that he still can't resist me.

"Yours." He says.

Sam's P.O.V

Mackenzie can be so nosy at times. Sometimes I think she thinks I'm her boyfriend and I'm far from that actually. She got a hot bod though so I'm widdit.

It's finally last period. All I need to do is draw random shit for an hour and then go home.

I opened the door that lead to Ms.Ziaz's art room. Easels were spaced out making a huge circle. I sat down at one of the two last empty seats in front of a blank easel. Ms.Ziaz was busy doing something on her laptop so I decided to take out my phone. I checked my twitter, skimming through the tweets. Nothing new.

The door creaked slightly and behind it was a girl just a little below the average height. Brown hair, brown eyes, It's Casey.

I smiled at the fact that we seem to be bumping into each other often.

"Hi, I'm Casey" her small voice whispered to Ms.Ziaz obviously not wanting to attract any attention to herself.

There weren't any empty seats left besides the one next to mine. This'll be interesting.

So cliche ik stop judging me

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Casey's P.O.V

"I'm looking forward to having you in my class Casey," the art teacher said with a smile. "Take a seat anywhere you'd like and get comfortable." She continued.

I looked around the classroom. Easels were placed in the center of the room creating a circle.

Every stool is occupied exept for the one next to... Sam

Of course he's in my art class too. Surprise, surprise.

"Yo Reed" he greets me.

"You're girlfriend wouldn't appreciate me talking to you right now." I said remembering how McKenzie practically had smoke coming out of her ears.

Sam made a confused expression.

"Girlfriend?" He asked. "What girlfriend?"

"McKenzie? She practically almost chopped my head off after volleyball because she didn't want us speaking. I told her to chill because I don't even like you like that." I laughed while pulling out my phone checking the time.

1:27 p.m. Less than an hour left, and the day is over. FINALLY.

"McKenzie!? She's not my girlfriend." He told me.

"Yeah okay." I sarcastically remark without looking up at him keeping my eyes on my phone. No new tweets.

McKenzie acts like she's a queen and from what I witnessed today. I can conclude that she is very well a slut, Who wears shorts up to their ass and purposely makes their shirts look like a bra. If you're gonna dress like that, and then get mad when people call you names, then you're delusional.

Sam opened his lips to say something just until Ms. Ziaz stood from her desk and walked over to the easels.

"Today we're going to paint. Paint anything you'd like and get comfortable. I've set out the different colors of paints you can use on the little panels of the easels."

Sounds easy enough. Just like in Kindergarten.

*20 minutes into the class*

Art class consisted of Sam trying to bother me and whatnot. He was humming a few lyrics, singing even. I must admit, he didn't sound that bad.

I'm not really sure what I'm painting. I'm just mixing colors letting my imagination roam free on the plain canvas.

I'm was in deep concentration until I was disrupted and felt a wet paint brush glide across my arm.

I turn my head to see Sam smiling.

"Forreal?" I look at him, annoyance laced in my voice.

He's just grinning not even looking at me continuing to paint whatever it was he was painting.

He painted another glob of red paint onto my forearm. He silently laughed careful not to disrupt the class.

Can he seriously not.

"You do know I'm not an easel right"

"That's great to know" he sarcastically remarked. What a butthole.

"You know what..." I questioned, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

"Wh-" I didn't let him finish before I painted a dark blue line of across his cheek and over his lips.

He looked back up at me with his mouth agape.

He tried to keep a straight face, but failed trying.

I can't stop laughing, my stomach hurts. Oh my goodness.

"It looks like y-you have blue lipstick on" I could barely say through my giggles.

"You're gonna pay for this, Reed." Sam said through his blue lips.

"You look ridiculous, Sam oh my goodness. Or should I say Sam-antha?" I questioned while still giggling.

He sarcastically laughed from my remark. "Clever."

"How 'bout I paint your lips red, and then we make purple?" I noticed him rapidly coming closer making a kissy face.

"Gross no"

Just when he thought he could steal a kiss, I grabbed the front of his hair and pushed his forehead back.

"Uh -uh I don't think so." I said giggling. For some reason I couldn't stop laughing. He looks adorable, wait no I meant that he looks funny with his current appearance.

"Maybe later, babe?" He asked.

I was taken aback by his statement but of course I didn't show it through my expression. I showed that I was completely unaffected by his remark.

"Ha, you would of thought and don't call me babe." I said back.

"Come on, who can resist this, babe?" Sam stretched out the word pointing to his paint-covered face.

"Me." I said nonchalantly but soon after a smile broke my expression as I continued bs'ing my way through my last class.

Moments later, the last bell of the day rang.

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So darn cliche I hate it but I needed a cute part between Casey and Sam before I bored you guys out of your mind and I'm corny so I apologize.

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