Samantha was definitely not a morning person. She rolled out of bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Her hair was tangled up and her there was a deep crease in her face from where she had buried her head in the pillow.

She quickly took a shower and got dressed, combing her hair quickly. Not bothering to get breakfast, she ran out of the house, glad to be breathing fresh air. She hadn't spoken to her mother in a while and dreaded telling her that she could no longer supply their income.

"Drat. I need to get a job!"

She walked briskly, pausing only to peek through the pet shop window. Even then, she didn't stay long. Samantha didn't know why but something was telling her to get to school as fast as she could.

When she got there, she was immedietly greeted by Emily, a girl from her English class. Samantha wasn't exactly close to her but they were pleasant to each other.

"Oh my god, Samantha! Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"That hot new guy, Josh or something like that, punched Maxwell for you!"

"Jake, you mean. So?"

"So? Ohmygosh! I would just die if he did anything for me."

"I may actually believe that. Okay, I gotta go, Em."

Emily squealed in response and ran back to her group of friends supposedly to tell them Samantha's reaction. Dreamy sighs and gasps could be heard from them.

Samantha was amused. It was weird how that boy could make everyone go slightly insane. But yet, she wondered why he punched Maxwell. Maxwell was the captain of the football team, granting him immediate popularity. Once someone goes against him, they are deemed as an outcast.

But that didn't happen to Jake. Instead, it made him more popular.

"Weird," she thought. "I need to talk to that boy."

"I should also stop referring to him as that boy."

"Referring to whom? Better not be anyone who could make me jealous."
She didn't have to turn around to know that it was Jake.

"Metz, what's the deal? You planning a conspiracy against me or something?"

He slung his arm over her shoulder and walked her to their lockers. She wriggled under his weight, pushing his arm off her. She couldn't help noticing that he had strong arms. It wasn't too muscular but just right.

"Now, babe. Do you always have to think the worst of me?"

She wiped those naughty, naughty thoughts away and opened her locker.

"Stop calling me that, freak. Do you always have to answer me with a question?"

"Ah, you wound me!" he said, clutching his chest in mock pain. "And aren't you doing that as well?"

"Just shut up."

"You know you can't restrain me. I'm a wild one, hun. Remember that." He winked at her and walked away.

Samantha mumbled under her breath, mad that he had managed to make her morning worse. She gathered her books, slammed her locker shut and walked to her first class of the day, Art.

"Hello, Samantha," greeted her teacher, Miss Lindy.

As usual, she was wearing a long green apron. Samantha smiled warmly at Miss Lindy. Miss Lindy was Samantha's favourite teacher and it helped that she taught Samantha her favourite subject.

Miss Lindy was by far the most laidback teacher in the whole school. Her mellow mood calmed Samantha down as she headed towards her seat. She was almost tranquil until she heard his voice.

"Hey, babe."

She slammed her head against the table and groaned.

"Are you stalking me?"

He looked at her and laughed. His whole face lit up and his eyes looked orange, somehow.

"Hun, I will if you want me to."

"And now, you are top on my most hated list."

"Don't be like that. You know you love me."

"Please. Don't flatter yourself."

"Why not? You won't flatter me. Might as well do it myself."

"Shut up, Metz."

"No can do, Mantha."

"Don't call me that," she said, her voice dangerously low.

Jake seemed to sense her anger and backed down.

"Sure thing."

Suddenly, a loud clap echoed in the room.

"Class. I'll be having a project."

The class groaned.

"Aw, it'll be fun. The person next to you is your partner. I'm too lazy to go through the hassle of choosing your partner."

Samantha groaned. Jake grinned.

"As I was saying, the person next to you is your partner. You need to find out as much as you can about that person through observation. Capture their emotion. Put it on canvas. Paint them. Sketch them. Show me their soul."

Samantha couldn't hear the rest of what she said as Jake whispered in her ear.

"This is my excuse to stare at you."

She shuddered as his lips moved against her ear. He knew what he was doing and he was proud of it.

"Go away, Metz."

Even so, her voice didn't have its usual venom. Instead, it sounded raspy. Husky, even. Jake noticed it and moved closer to her. She wanted to tell him to get lost but she couldn't. She tilted her head towards him.

Jake was alarmed. He expected her to resist.

"You're going to get in trouble, babe," he said and pulled back quickly.

Even Samantha was shocked at her boldness. But yet, a little part of her enjoyed that.

He didn't talk to her for the rest of the class. She didn't mind.


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