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-Thursday Morning-

After the kiss with Sammy, we've been pretty close. We started kissing each other and making out. To be honest, I thought we were going to be really distant and awkward but I was wrong. We basically act like a couple but we're unofficial. I mean, if he asked me to be his girlfriend again I'd say yes in a heartbeat because I do believe he's changed a bit since Junior year. Well, he's trying, I guess.

I was in the passenger seat of Sammy's car on my way to school with him. He had his hand placed at the top of my thigh and I was gradually drifting off to sleep because the drive was so peaceful. As I was about to fall asleep, Sammy shouted into my ear.

"ISABELLA, WAKE UP!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs while kicking the dashboard and hitting my funny bone on the door. Before I knew it, tears steamed down my cheeks. I wasn't mad or sad or anything, it was just my initial reaction after being scared the shit out of.

"Sammy! You fucking asshole!", I shouted as I began assaulting him with hits. He covered his face and broke into fits of laughter. "Payback's a bitch, huh?", Sammy laughed. His laughing came to an end when he saw my mascara stained cheeks. I looked into the mirror and hit Sammy once again after nagging, "Now look what you've done! My makeup's all messed up."

I pouted as I wiped my cheeks and under my eyes. "Aww, baby. Don't cry.", Sammy chuckled while hugging and pecking my lips and face. "I...hate...you.", I said in-between his kisses. "Mhmm.", he smiled as he kissed me once more and let go. We both got out the car and made our way into the school.

-First Period-

I went to the back of the classroom to my seat next to Sammy. A few minutes after we sat down, Jack sat at his usually seat to the right of me and I ignored his presence. Mr. Warner then began his lesson, going on about literature and what not. I was zoned out into my thoughts.

'Is Sammy gonna ask me out?', I thought to myself.

I was brought back into reality when I felt a large hand on my thigh.

Jack fucking Gilinsky.

I turned to him and gave him a glare. He was facing the teacher with that stupid, but lovable smirk. He began moving his hand up my thigh until I whispered, "Listen you little Mexican fuck boy: If you don't get your filthy paw off of me, I will come to your house and-" "And fuck me again? If that's the case, I think I'll keep my filthy paw on your thigh."

I swatted his hand but he began moving it to my inner thigh. "Jack stop." He hushed me and scanned my inner thigh with his warm hand. I flinched from his touch, causing Sammy to turn to me. "You okay?", he quietly asked. "A little help here.", I said through my teeth and looked down.

Sammy's eyes followed my gaze and he clenched his jaw. "Lean back." I did as he said and he leaned over my lap and said to Jack, "Take your fucking hands off of her or I will beat the shit out of you right here, right now." Jack turned to him with a smile and kept his hand where he left it; on my thigh. I pulled Sammy back and rolled my eyes at Jack.

Jack leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Just talk to me, babe." "I'm not your babe." "Okay, look. I'm sorry about the Leigh thing, Isabella.", he said. I smiled at my name and turned to him. "I know you are.", I teased. Wow, did I just melt back into his hands. I am pathetic.

"Glad we're back to normal.", he said into my neck right before kissing it. I pushed him away and said, "We're not back to 'normal' and you're not gonna get this this fast.", I teased. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

I think Sammy may have heard our conversation because he mumbled, "Unbelievable."

I turned away from Jack and looked down with disgust and regret.