Getting It On

Chapter 1

Author's note: Every time you see this symbol ------------it means that it's a time skip OR that it's switching POV'S. I'll say when it's a time skip and ofc someone else's POV.  Also, if you don't like how they look then picture them yourself😂

Sam's POV

"SAM WAKE THE HELL UP AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

Startled by how loud my mom's voice was, I jumped from my bed quickly falling face flat on the floor making an 'oof' sound. I cursed under my breath. I took a minute to get up and started to put on some clothes as fast as I could while also trying to freshen up a bit since showering isn't an option right now. I spit out the toothpaste that was in my mouth and took a deep breath. "MOM, YOU FUCKER! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO YELL! FOR GOD'S SAKE AND MY EARS, YOU COULD'VE JUST WOKEN ME UP LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WOULD!" I love my mom but as you can't tell yet, she is a crazy woman.

"OH LIKE YOUR ONE TO TALK. OR SHOULD I SAY YELL! AND DEAR HEAVENS I HAVE TRIED MANY TIMES TO WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP! THIS IS WHY YOU CAN'T BE OUT LATE AT NIGHT DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT AND ALSO..."

I roll my eyes as I tuned out my moms voice whilst sorting out my look of the day in the mirror. Not to be cocky but I am one hell of a fine piece of ass. I have the looks(definitely the looks). I have the girls. Or guys(If I'm interested). I have one hell of a reputation and I most certainly have respect. Hmmm. Respect. Somehow that word just sticks with me. In a good way of course. I never really had to do anything to get everyone's respect but I guess just being me, I became the infamous bad boy. Not that I am a bad boy. That is just what everyone else calls me. I mean I do get into fights but only sometimes and only when I'm trying to help other people. Kinda makes like a dark knight. Like Batman and...damn..like a bad boy. Huh. No wonder people treat me like I'm GOD or something. At least I'm not your typical 'bad boy' that pushes people out of the way while walking into the halls. Or riding a motorcycle just to look cool. Or kissing a hot sexy woman when you feel like it. Or-

"Oh dios mío, chico. Stop ogling yourself and get the fuck out of here! You don't have time for this. I don't have time for this. Since you made sure you weren't a responsible son. I have to be the last one out of this house so I can securely lock the doors!" My mother, Kate, who suddenly barged into my room without knocking stood right behind me with her hands on her hips and tapping her shoes impatiently. Whoops. Don't want to mess with a devil. I chuckled at my thought and she squinted her eyes at me.

"Sheesh, ok woman. There's no need to throw shade this early in the morning." She smiled a bit knowing what I was referring to. It wasn't even my fault that I had left my keys on the the door handled. I mean it was but not entirely. Now that I'm thinking about it. I don't even quite remember what happened that time. I was probably drunk...or high? Maybe I should as-

"Stop thinking about it already and get to moving." She said as she tapped my temple and walked away quickly, leaving my room. I look back to the mirror, smiled and followed her out my room.

———————Time skip———————————

As I walked through the doors of my school. I feel like there are eyes on me. Wait no scratch that. I could definitely feel everyone's eyes on me. They just smile and wave or nod in my direction when I walk by them but I could still feel their eyes on me once I skip pass them. It's like they don't want to show how thirsty they are in front of me and I appreciate that because I definitely don't like cougars. If they come at me like a wild beast I won't hesitate to take them. *Cough* I mean tame. Yea tame them *ahem" where'd that come from?

As I kept walking to reach my locker, a bunch of football players-not got gonna say jocks because that would be cliche-stood right in front of my path. Some of them looked a bit guilty because they know they hate to bother me while the rest of them seems a bit worried about something that I can probably guess what it is. Given the fact that they keep telling me about the same damn bullshit. I can not deal with this shit early in the morning.