Sam’s POV-
I watched as Y/N walked away from me, her hips swaying because she knew I was watching. The girl was full of fire, full of spark and completely had me intrigued. I knew little about her, but I knew my best friend, Mack, knew something about her; he knew everyone and everything. I found him in 8th period, English, and sat down next to him.
“What do you know about Y/N Y/L/N?” I asked him, leaning over on my elbows and looking at him as he leaned back in his chair.
“Why’re you asking?” He asked while looking at me confused. I never asked him about anyone in this school, unless the person was a friend and I knew something had happened. Y/N was popular in her own way, but she has never been seen talking to my group of friends. I knew it was because she hated us, but I still wanted to know her.
I shrugged, “She’s in my math class, wondered about her.”
Mack knew me better than that, he gave me a smirk, “Yeah, okay. She’s been in your class since August and you only now recognize her, despite going to school with her for four years.”
I sighed, already annoyed at him, “Just tell me what you know,”
Mack took a deep breath and huffed, “As far as I know, she hates football and basketball but loves hockey, has a younger sister, um, has a lot of friends, hates you.”
I glared, “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
Mack smirked, “I think I’m hilarious,”
I huffed with a half-smile and faced forward. I’ll get her to talk to me somehow.
Y/N-
After school you were at your locker, switching out your chem book out for you psychology book, then putting your history book in while your friend was talking to you about going to her cousins house Saturday night. You smirked and remembered what happened the last time you were there, “You really think that’s a good idea?”
Your friend smirked at you, “I think it’s a great idea,”
You were about to say something when someone knocked into your back, “What the hell?” You questioned, while hands dropped to your waist.
You turned around and found Sam smirking at you, he began to walk backwards while holding up his hands in defense, his friends laughing at the way I was glaring at him; killing him slowly and torturously in my mind. “Sorry, babe, your ass was distracting me again,”
A spark of anger touched your body, “You’re such a pig,”
Sam stopped walking then dug his hands in his pockets and suddenly all passing eyes were on you. As always, Sam used the attention to his advantage, “Come to my game Saturday night, be my good luck charm.”
You gave him a little smile, closed your locker and walked towards him. Sam was smirking because he thought you were about to give him what he wanted, like hell you would. You glanced up into his sweet eyes and bite your lip, you looked down and pretended to be flattered, like all the other girls would and glanced back up to him. The hallway around you had gone perfectly quiet that when you spoke, you didn’t have to speak too loud.
“I’d rather pour bleach in my eyes,” You said with a complete straight face and suddenly the girls were gasping and the guys were laughing at your diss. You gave Sam’s chest a pat and walked away, along side your laughing hysterically friend.
