Fall For You

59

"Oh, but you can't. It's a shame we're at school," Sam says as she leans away from the wall.

"But tonight we won't be." I say, inching closer.

"Luke, hon, lay off the sex. I'm actually starting to get sore in my thighs because we have sex literally every night. Babe, me and my friends would like to rest." She moves her arms around her body at the word 'friends'

I let out a small chuckle. "Oh, Sam. How much I love you." I kiss her head and intertwine our hands together.

Our second block is just three doors down, pun intended. It doesn't take long to get there, but forever to get seated.

Today, it is Grammar. My worst subject, one of them, at least.

"Class! Take your seats!" The assistant teacher, Mr. Cowley, says. "Settle down, settle down."

Sam and I take our seats, the middle of the class, while everyone else ignores the teachers demands.

Aleisha is in this class, too, and sits one seat in front of Sam and I. I can feel Sam get uncomfortable, being she backs away from my touch.

"What is wrong?" I ask as calmly as possible.

"Nothing. It's just I'm tired, and not really feeling Grammar today." Sam shrugs while resting her chin in the palm of her hand and tapping her pencil against the desk.

"No, really," I say, "what's wrong?"

Sam purses her lips together, lying down her pencil. She folds her arms one on the other and sighs.

"I just don't feel right in this class. I mean, I felt fine until you got switched in here. Aleisha and I got along pretty well, and now she feels like a threat to me." She lowers her voice to a whisper so only I can hear.

"But, why? She and I are long over, babe. You should know that." I push a piece of her hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't feel like you are. I'm sure that if I were just some normal girl, which I am, who sat very quietly next to you in this class, or every class, you'd still be with her. You'd call me a freak, and everything else. I guarantee you and her would still be screwing."

"No."

"Yes. I'm not stupid. I've seen it done plenty times before." Sam takes out her Grammar notebook, opening it to the first page.

"That doesn't mean I would," I say, doing the same.

Mr. Cowley walks around the room, checking everyone's pages.

"Ah, Mr. Hemmings, I see you've actually got something completed," he pats me on the back. "Was it Sam who made you do your work?" Mr. Cowley winks at Sam, sending disgust through my body.

Sam, being sweet, agrees. "Yeah. I had to bribe him, Mr. Cowley."

Mr. Cowley looks Sam up and down, which is hard because she is sitting, and snorts. "I believe it."

I almost stand and tell him to stop looking at my girlfriend that way, but don't want another pink slip.

Sam smiles.

"Sam, why don't you see me after class." He says, a bit too showing.

"Stop talking to my girlfriend that way. Stop looking her up and down. Stop being a damn perv." I say, standing.

"Excuse me?" He asks, taken aback.

"Yeah, I've seen the way you look at Sam and all the other girls in here. It's disgusting, and pitiful. You look at them like they're some sort of meat you can eat anytime. No. That's not at all what they are. They're women. Humans. People. You're such a damn perv; you need a cell to yourself. Don't ask my girlfriend, or any other girl to meet you after class unless it's legit. Don't rape them." I cool off, and sit back down.

Mr. Cowley is still standing at our desk, amazed and shocked.

He coughs and makes his way slowly to the front to begin the lesson.

"Luke, wow. I've never seen you so mad before," Aleisha says, turning around, being flirtatious.

"Then obviously that whole while of dating taught you nothing of me, did it?" I ask, still angry.

She sends Sam a glare, then turns back around.

"My point exactly," Sam says, lying her head down.

"Baby," I say stopping my work, "she's got nothing on you. You're all I want now. I promise."

Sam sniffles, ignoring my words.

I lift her head up and peck her lips.

"I promise."