Samantha

Chapter Seven

 Jack's POV

Happiness and relief washed over me when I sensed that Samantha wasn't actually avoiding me or trying to. The first semester, everyone was striking me with how she was acting. How weird she started turning into and that I wasn't important to her anymore. Even the closest to me had said that. This conversation today, although she was drunk, splashed me with fresh happiness. And even the day before, the way she looked at me said it all. She can't ignore or avoid me and I can't either.

I finished washing my hands and then went out of the bathroom to face the blooming sound of the music. If it wasn't for my parent's business, this house won't fit for this number of people. I walked into the hall where the party was mainly in and then to the dancing floor. What I saw in front of me suddenly made my blood boil. A blonde guy whom I don't know anything about crept behind Samantha and dared to stretch his hands, touching her. A shove from Sam didn't made him budge. I guess his strength made Samantha stop resisting as she started dancing with him, laughing and touching him back.

The good mood I was having was replaced with anger. The urge to beat that blonde guy blinded me off of my surroundings, and I just ran to him. I ran even faster when I saw Sam starting to push him away, really pushing him away. I didn't have the time to just fist my palms and hit him but a push was enough to send him flying away, giving me time to have a full access to his face.   

Samantha backed away, making me look at her worriedly. When my eyes landed on her retreating figure, I saw nothing but fear.  I frowned, not expecting such a reaction from her. She was just having the dance of her life, why was she scared now ? In a second, she clanged into my arm, pushing me backward with her. I've never in my life saw her like that. Never saw her that frightened or scared. Never.

I lightly pulled her hand away from my arms when I saw her eyes watering. Looking back to the guy, he was already on his feet. My fist connected with his face again and his collided with my face as well.

This kept going on and on until Samantha stopped me by her laughter. I looked at her surprised when I made sure the blonde guy was unable to touch me or her again. I was so furious and I couldn't contain my anger when he was touching Sam  and I had to teach him his lesson, but her laughter made me totally shocked. I grabbed a hold of Samantha's wrist and pulled her outside the dancing floor as quick as possible.

"Slow down. It's not war".  Samantha tried yanking her wrist out of my strong grip but it only made my grip tighten. She giggled and muttered something as I dragged her all the way until we were now by the stairs, taking her to my room. It was hard to move with a drunk girl thinking everything happened was a joke.

When we reached my room, I shoved her inside and got in before slamming the door behind us.

"What the hell?", I half growled, giving her my death glare. And as she did before, she only laughed. She clutched her stomach as her head was tossed to the back. She was laughing as if she the most hilarious thing ever. Half of me wanted to smile at her laughter but I kept glaring at her questioningly before finally, her laughter increased. I folded my arms across my chest and raised an eyebrow.

"What?". she asked, widening her eyes.

 "Sam, just….Just don't let anyone touch you like that again.". I surprised myself with the protectiveness my request held. I can't say it was a demand since I have nothing on her. I was just requesting her to be only or me. It's not fair, though, but not having her as mine would be unfair to me too.

I shook my head with a sigh. Samantha chuckled a small one, "I didn't want him to touch me" She pointed out, "I fought, father". I rolled my eyes at her comment.