Mischief – The School Trip
"Daddy can you sign this slip please." Samantha batted her eyelids.
"What's it for?" He asked suspiciously.
"For a school trip. Very educational and everything." She replied.
"How much?"
"Only £100."
"Only? Well I suppose if all your friends are going. I don't want my little princess to miss out." He smiled, kissing her cheek.
"Thank you Daddy." Samantha squealed hugging him tightly.
"So when is it?" He asked.
"In six weeks time. I'm so excited."
"Bye Daddy." Samantha said, hugging him tightly before boarding the coach.
"Good bye princess. Be good." He replied walking back to his car.
"This is gonna be so cool." She squealed as she sat down next to Phil.
"Did he say anything?" Phil asked, peering out of the window. Once he was satisfied that Sam's dad had gone, he pulled his baseball off and took his sunglasses off.
"Like what?" Sam asked, helping herself to Phil's bag of sweets.
"About me?"
"No." Sam replied.
"So he didn't see me yesterday then? And he didn't ask why you were in bed in the middle of the afternoon?" He asked.
"Well he hasn't mentioned it so I don't think so." Sam said with a smile. "Don't worry anyway. He wouldn't mind."
"I think he might." Phil replied.
"He's a pussy cat." Sam smiled.
"If you say so babe ….. Anyway I'm staying away from your house for a few weeks."
"Do you think I'll be able to sneak into your room?" Phil grinned as the coach started.
"No you will not Mr Hunter!" Mr Manson said from the seat in front. "Students must refrain from visiting the other sex's rooms."
"Are you sure Sir that you don't prefer teaching secondary school pupils as opposed to our college?" Phil asked sarcastically.
"Another smart comment from you and I'll have you removed from Miss Nixon!"
Phil scowled but then had an idea. He leant down to the floor and took his newspaper out from his bag. He unfolded it and opened it at the centre page.
"Phil? What are you doing with The Independent? I thought your reading capacity finished at The Sun?" Sam asked with a grin.
"I'm not going to read it. It's for us to have some privacy." He grinned, pulling it around her as well.
A few minutes later Mr Manson looked behind him, sure that he could hear giggling.
"What are you two doing?" He asked.
"Reading the paper Sir." Phil replied.
Mr Manson faced the front again but was still suspicious. After a few minutes he got up and stood by the seat behind him. He reached out and grabbed the newspaper and tore it away. The couple looked up in surprise.
"Mr Hunter what do you think you're doing!" He asked angrily.
"Nothing." Phil replied, casually removing his hand from beneath Sam's skirt.
"Kindly remove yourself from Miss Nixon and move to another seat."
"Oh come on Sir. Haven't you ever had a girlfriend mad for it?"
"Phil!" Sam scowled.
"Mr Hunter! Move now!"
Phil stood up and moved past a scowling Samantha.
"Clearly you never listened to my Biology lessons at school. Perhaps you should sit with me so I can refresh your memory."
Phil looked at Sam for support but she refused to look at him. He picked up his bag and slumped into the seat in front.
A few minutes later Jo appeared and sat next to Sam.
"What's going on? I was having a nice sleep and Gary woke me up to tell me that you two were having sex!"
"We were not!" Sam said, shooting an angry glance at the back of Phil's head in front. "Phil was being a pig!" She said loudly, wanting Phil to hear.
"Oh right. I take it you two had a row then." Jo whispered.
"He told Manson that I was gagging for it when I wasn't. He was!" Sam whispered back.
Jo leant forward and flicked Phil's ear.
"Ow!" He said turning around to look at Jo.
"I'll set fluffy on you if you do anything like that to Sam again!" Jo whispered into his ear.
Phil considered for a moment, remembering Fluffy and subconsciously rubbing his arm where the dog once almost bit him.
"Sir how much longer until we get there?" Phil whined. "I don't think I can take much more Biology!"
"Luckily for you Mr Hunter, I want to have a word with Miss Nixon as well so go and swap places with her."
Phil grinned and got up.
"Your turn now babe!" He said.
Sam groaned and swapped places with Phil.
"And Jo, if you have to hurt him, make sure he's in agony." Sam said before sitting down next to Mr Manson.
"I expect better from you Miss Nixon!" Mr Manson said.
"Yes Sir." She said wearily.
"You do use protection don't you?"
"What?" Sam asked, sure that she hadn't heard him right.
He repeated the question.
"I don't know what you mean." She blushed.
"Yes you do Samantha. You're an intelligent girl. And I although he's a bit of a jack the lad, Phil's not a bad young man. Just don't get carried away with him, don't let him get you into trouble. You know what I mean." He said.
"I'll bear it in mind Sir." Samantha replied.
"Good. So who are you sharing with this week?" He asked changing the subject.
"I'm with Jo and Honey. I think they'll be a fight over who gets the single bed and who gets the bunk beds." Sam laughed.
"I think there are double beds in all the rooms." Mr Manson replied.
"You mean everyone has to share?"
He nodded.
"Even the boys?"
He nodded again.
"Phil's gonna love that. He's in with Zain, Terry and Mickey." She laughed.
"Well think of me. I'm sharing with Mr Hollis and Mr Stamp."
"Lucky you!" Sam laughed again.
"I just hope they don't snore. I don't think I could take that."
"You could always sleep on our floor Sir." Sam suggested.
"Oh that's very kind Samantha but I don't think that would be a sensible idea."
"Sam?" Phil said, tapping her shoulder.
"What?"
"Are you angry with me?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Why?" He asked.
Sam scowled and turned back to the front.
"Sam?" He said again but Sam refused to look at him.
"Don't be too harsh on him Samantha. You don't want the week to be marred by you two pining for each other." Mr Manson said.
"I suppose." She said, turning around to face Phil.
"I'm sorry baby." He said sadly. Sam smiled and leant forward to kiss him through the gap in the seats.
"Stop eating her Mr Hunter!" Mr Manson commented. The couple smiled at each other and Sam moved back to sit next to Phil.
An hour later they arrived at Woodley Rural Centre. The students piled out of the coach and waited for their luggage to be unloaded.
"Sam we're only here a week. How many clothes could you need?" Phil asked, carrying her suitcase to the dormitories.
"I need enough outfits to cover all eventualities." Sam replied.
"I'll never understand women!" He replied.
"I see you have him well trained Miss Nixon." Mr Manson commented as he saw Phil carrying her suitcase along with his own bag.
"Yeah well, he does have his uses." Sam laughed.
"Kindly remember Mr Hunter that you are not allowed in Miss Nixon's room." Mr Manson said, seeing Phil hovering in the corridor.
"I know!" Phil replied.
"Well stop messing around and get to your own room."
Phil slowly went to his own room on the floor above.
Mr Manson knocked the girls' room and Samantha answered the door.
"Are you ok in there girls?"
"Yeah, we're fine." Samantha smiled.
"Ok, well I'm in the room next door so if you ever need anything, just knock on my door.
"Sure." Samantha replied. "And have fun with Mr Hollis." She winked, closing the door.
Sorry I deleted the first version. I was reading through it and realised that I didn't have any of those line things to break up the paragraphs so it didn't make much sense.
Like before, I won't be updating this for a few weeks as I've got exams.
Thanks for the reviews I got the first time round. You are stars xx