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The College - A Dalton Rapattoni One-Shot

     "...and I want a ten page paper on my desk by next Friday," Mr. Martin said, dismissing his class for the weekend. Samantha pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and hastily copied the notes. She shoved her books in her bag as the bell rang, then slung it over her shoulder. Walking back to her dormitory, she planned out her study schedule for the weekend and how much she could get done.

     So caught up in her thoughts, Sam walked right into someone, spilling her books everywhere.

     "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Oh man, I sincerely apologize," she said, standing up and gathering her books.

     "Uh, no. It's, uh, it's my fault. Uh, sorry," the boy said. Straightening herself out, she looked at him. He smirked. "I, uh, I'm Dalton."

     "I'm Sam. It was nice meeting you, but I have to go," she said, beginning to leave. He put his arm out, leaning against the other wall, blocking her path.

     "Why so soon?" Dalton asked. Sam sighed and readjusted her books.

     "I've got studying to do, and I have finals coming. Could you please move?"

     "How about I don't do that, and instead you and I go somewhere. Get away from everyone else here. Just the two of us?"

     "No. I had to do a lot to make it in here, and I'm going to do the very best I can to excel in my studies. I won't stray from what I believe in for a... boy. I'm sorry Dalton, but no. Please let me through," Sam pleaded, standing her ground. Dalton pretended to think it over, before shaking his head. He snatched her books from out of her grasp and ran down the hall, with Sam in his wake.

     He darted into a dorm room, and held the books over his head, out of her reach. "Ugh, can I please have them back?" she argued, getting really pissed now.

     "One date- that's all I ask. Just one, then they're all yours..." Dalton chuckled, teasingly.

     "You know what? I don't care. Whatever. I'll borrow from my roommate or I'll go to the library. Keep them, for all I care," Sam said, giving up and beginning to walk out.

     "Aw, come on, Sam. One night is all I ask. Please?"

     "No. I have to study," she said, though it was getting harder to say it.

     "Please?" Dalton said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. He took another step closer, and Sam could smell his cologne.

     "I-I have to study. I can't," she mumbled. Before she knew what had happened, Dalton's lips were in hers. She felt his arm wrap around her, as his hand played with her hair.

     "Maybe," Sam began. "Maybe studying could wait a while."