Bullied by Sam Pottorff

Part 7

Lexi's POV

I felt so alive!

I can't believe I just stood up to Sam that way.

It was awesome!

But I was also a bit scared of what he had un stored for me.

I would have to be extra aware of my surroundings.

That was going to suck ass.

But I guess it was worth it.

I walked past the metal gate of the school, turning the corner as my black Vans stepped on the colorful leaves, lying on the concrete sidewalk.

It was the beginning of October which meant, Fall was right around the corner.

I continued to walk down the sidewalk.

Until I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

I grabbed my phone, as the screen lit up, indicating I had gotten a text message.

I unlocked my phone seeing a new text from 'unknown' I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, as I read the text.

Unknown: I'm going to get you

Is all it said.

Fear and confusion, filled my face expression.

I was a bit taken back, who was this mysterious person?

Why did he want to "get me" ?

This was all so confusing and frightening.

I slid my phone back into my back pocket continuing my journey home.

~At home~

I jogged up the wooden staircase.

Feeling the cold material under my bare feet.

I made my way into my room.

As the fuzzy feeling of my carpet, comforted me from the long day I had.

Good thing it was a Friday.

I threw my book bag onto the floor and got changed into some comfortable shorts, and a tank top.

I plopped onto my bed.

Resting my laptop on my lap.

I decided to just go on Tumblr and see if I found anything interesting.

About 20 min of being on my laptop.

I decided to go downstairs, I was hella hungry.

I jogged back downstairs, walking towards the kitchen, when suddenly there was a loud banging on the door.

I quickly swung the door open, revealing Sam.

Before I had time to react, he had me pressed against the wall, as he shut the door with his foot.

"Let me go!" I yelled, squirming around, attempting to get out of his tight grip.

No luck.

"No" Sam said plainly, his breath smelled of vodka and cigarettes.

"What do you fucking want?" I asked coldly, accepting the fact that I wouldn't be getting out of his grip.

"I want you" Sam said lustfully.

"San your drunk" I said pushing him back a bit "Go home" I commanded.

"I don't wanna" Sam said, as the liquor staring kicking in more.

"Well your gonna have to" I said finally freeing my arms, I turned him around pushing him towards the door.

But he suddenly turned around, gripping onto my waist, as he placed his lips on mine.

I couldn't lie, it was marvelous, besides the fact that the taste of vodka flooded my mouth.

When we finally pulled apart, we stared into each others eyes.

"You should probably go" I whispered, making him let go of my waist.

"Uh....yeah" he said, I could clearly tell he wasn't as drunk, as when he got here.

He looked at me one last time before, turning around and leaving.

I stood there, a little bit shocked.

I shook my head snapping me put of my train of thought.

As I remembered I needed to get ready for my date with Colt.