A/N: Reposting because I don't think I gave it the chance it deserved.

This is the story of how Jess met Sam.

This is the prequel to my Brother? series but can be read as stand alone. I don't think I have enough Sam/Jess in that fic and because I've left so many unfinished fanfictions I'm not going to start posting it till its completed. I'm English and am still in school so sorry for any inaccuracies. And yeah I know Brady introduced Sam to Jess but that doesn't mean they didn't meet before that.

A/N: OK, so I found this in my phone documents and am super excited because it was almost complete. The whole thing is very short but cute.

Disclaimer: Spn is not mine or Jess would be back to life with Mary.

I sat in my English class completely and utterly bored to deaf. The fact I couldn't even see the front didn't make it any easier. Some asshole who was way too tall had sat directly in front of me. I mean, if you're that tall you sit at the back. It's just courtesy and common sense. I glared at back of his head then glanced at my watch. Come on, Jess. Just half an hour. Who the hell had thought up making English compulsory? English was the most boring thing ever! I sighed and picked up my pen for the first time this class. Yeah, I had taken very few (OK, none) notes. With another time check I began to draw a couple of penguin. Very, very bad penguins. Sketching was not one of my talents. At this point I was beginning to wonder if I even had talents.

After what felt like years, we were dismissed. Immediately I shoved my 'notes' in my bag and made a dash for the door. Only to run straight into tall asshole. Great. Today just kept getting better. And, of course, all his notes (and he had a lot of notes. Who the hell takes that many notes?) flew out his arms and fluttered down like confetti. "I'm so sorry!" I gushed sounding like a total idiot.

"It's OK. It was an accident. They happen." He said with a shrug whole scrambling around on the floor. OK… maybe he wasn't such an asshole. While I was desperate to leave, I couldn't just leave him to pick up his crap without looking like a total bitch. Even if he had sat right in front of me and blocked my view. With an internal sigh, I joined the yet-to-be-named-tall-not-so-asshole on his paper collecting.

When all the papers I could had been gathered in a messy pile in my arms I stood up and ignored my aching back. This dude carried waaaaaaay too many notes. I must have collected at least 100 pages. Ok… maybe not 100 but definitely 30. And that wasn't even counting the ones he had collected. I was considering reinstating his asshole status because he was making me feel bad about taking no notes. And I am that bitchy. Whatever. I went to go and give him back the notes and saw his face for the first time and… wow. He was actually really cute. Scratch that. He was hot. And I totally didn't forget how to speak when he looked at me. (Shut up). "Um. Yeah. Here's your notes. Erm. Sorry again?" I kinda mumbled like a complete retard. So much for trying not to be a blonde stereotype.

"No worries. Thanks for helping me pick them up." He spoke softly and sounded sincere. Which was nice. He definitely wasn't an asshole. So, I guess he's now tall-and-hot-boy?

I smiled and tried to respond with either any time or my pleasure but instead I managed to say "Any pleasure." I wanted to die of embarrassment. This is why I am single. I blushed and just shoved the papers at him and left before I could humiliate myself anymore.

TBC…