I think I'll stay (Sammy Wilk fanfiction)

What the....

Sam and I made eye contact. In his eyes I saw anger. The crowd around us all started backing up and going away. Sam may just be the Jacks side kicks but he had more muscles than them and could easily take down anyone. "Yeah Sammy give her a couple punches!" Stacy said.

"Dude get her out of here." Johnson said. The Jack and Sam exchanged looks and the Jacks pulled the struggling girls away. Sam pulled me into an empty classroom. We sat in quiet for a little until I got annoyed.

"Are you gonna say something to me or just stare at me?" I asked.

"You needed help. If not in the fight then in what those two are gonna do to you." Sam replied.

"Why do you care? They are dating your best friends."

"That doesn't mean I have to like them."

"Then why me? You don't have to like them but why help me? I thought you guys hated me."

"I don't hate you. And neither do Gilinsky or Johnson. Those two are only dating them because the girls threatened to tweet out some pretty bad things that could ruin the boys career. They just have to watch their step and so do I." Sam sighed.

"That's terrible. I never knew that. All this time I have been judging the three of you because of the way you acted to me. But I never thought that was because of their influences." I felt so bad. Now I knew.

"Yeah. The boys don't even wanna date them but they have to."

"Is that why you were angry when you pulled me back? I thought you were pissed at me and I thought you were going to hit me."

"Nah I was pissed at them. They had no right to do that to you." Sam said.

"It's weird. When I moved here, I was so excited to be going to school with you three. Then I met you and you were so mean. I was like how could these be the sweet boys who tweeted me and I watched grow up? There was some mistake I thought. I was right. And I'm glad." I marveled.

"I'm sorry about that. This is the real me. Hey, you want to come to Miami's Pizza after school with Gilinsky and Johnson? That way you can see the real us?"

"Ummmm sure? Why not."

"Cool I'll see you after school!" And with that, Sam Wilkinson, the boy who ten minutes ago I hated, walked out of the building.

Crap. What the hell did I get myself into?