Same Difference

Sam Pov.

You know that moment, the moment when everything seems to stop. When you can hear you heart beating in your ears? Your breath shallow hands shaking and palms sweating. For most people that moment is when they are scared or nervous, but not me. I am raging.

Well I'm in that moment now. My body pressed up against some random locker. With his body hovering over mine. 

"I'll see you around Samantha."

He says, with a smirk across his face before he walks away. I let out a huff before running my hand through my hair.

So you may ask, who was that boy? Well that boy was Michael Clifford, the schools basic bad boy. Colored hair, that changes about every other week, body covered in tattoos, and of course a lip piercing. He gets all the girls, nothing serious just hump and dumps. And he also has a new girl every day.

It seems as of now I am his victim. But here's the thing, I'm not gonna give into him. I know his game, I know his tricks. He thinks I am some girl that goes around school with her small group of friends who are completely oblivious to everything around us. Not true. We know everything that goes on around this school, we are what you call the outcasts yet every one pays attention to us.

We are the group of girls who you could classify as "punks" I guess. We color our hair, wear band shirts, have piercings some tattoos. Anyways we pay close attention to everything, we walk around the halls listening and observing. We sounds like such creeps but I swear we aren't.

Our group is about 7 people. Me, three other girls, three boys. Let me explain everyone starting with me. My name is Samantha Rose, I go by Sam though. I have waist length brown hair with red tints, I have blue eyes. I have my nose and belly button pierced and I have one small tattoo that no one knows about. The girls are Scarlett, Autumn, and Emma. The boys are Tyler, Ryan, and Austin. Scarlett has jet black hair with emerald eyes and has her nose pierced and that's it. Autumn and Emma both have pink hair, but Autumn has tattoos and Emma doesn't, she is the one out of the group with no piercings or tattoos. Tyler had brown eyes, brown hair and is covered with tattoos. Ryan brown hair, also brown eyes has tattoos and piercings and Austin the blondie of the group is also covered with tattoos.

You see we aren't popular but we are well known. No one messes with us really. But that is besides the point. How about we get back to the story.

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I watch as he walks away. My breath slowly coming back to normal and my heart rate slowing. I want to follow him, yell at him, hit him, anything. I can't stand him at all. He is almost out of school before I call out to him.

"Clifford, what the hell was that?"

He stops walking and I begin running up to him. I stop when I am few inches away from him and I can see the smirk across his face and I want nothing more to slap it away.

"Oh what do you mean Samantha?"

"Don't.Call.Me.That."

I say through clenched teeth and I watch his smirk grow bigger if possible.

"Don't call you what? Oh you mean don't call you Samantha"

He says while slowly coming towards me backing me up against the wall, again.

"I will call you whatever I want to call you."

"No you won't, now if you would get off of me and leave me a lone."

He lets out a chuckle and gives me a look that says I am stupid.

"Listen here, I don't have to do anything you say babe, you're mine now."

He says as he slowly kisses along my jaw and down my neck. My breaths becoming shallow as he continues his attack on my neck. He bites down on my collarbone and begins to suck, making me groan out. My clouded mind slowly comes back to reality and my hands go to his chest to push him away.

"Ge...get off me."

I stutter out pushing him away and he slowly lets go of my neck.

"You're mine now sweetie."

"Like hell i'm yours. I am not yours, you can't just claim me."

"Well to bad, now why don't you tell that hickey of yours that you don't belong to him."

He says before walking away. I am not his. He does not own me, he can't just claim me. I am not his, and he doesn't own me is all that just goes on through my head. But being his and him owning me, is the same thing. It's the same difference.