I think I have a habbit of making ALL of my storys gushy. But oh well... Lol i think that my readers like that? Possibly, maybe. IDK!

Sam's POV:

I reached the school tears still rolling off my cheeks, I was a complete red-eyed, red-faced sweaty, mess. I wiped the tears away from my face and walked into the school trying to look normal. But obviously from the looks I was getting. I made an escape for the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I sighed and pull my backpack off my back began to re-apply my make-up. I herd a knock on the bathroom door than a tiny voice, "Sam?" It was Danny. Of course. Does he not get the picture?! God!

I ignored the constant knocking. I finished my make-up and turned to the door. I couldn't very well leave that way, because well that means more confrontation and at the point I couldn't take anymore. Once the bell rang, I realized this kid was obsessed. I finally gave in an opened the door. "Sam! What's wrong?" I sighed and said, "Danny, I need to get to class."

He looked like I crushed his heart. But how could I? He never thought of me as more than a friend. I walked to my locker and got out my books and made my way to class. I walked in, and of course Danny was in his usual spot, right behind me. He tapped my shoulder and said, "Sam, can we at least talk a lunch?" I sighed, "Fine!" I snapped. The teacher began talking and I felt another tap of my shoulder than a note being shoved in my face. I snatched it and opened it up. It read, "I'm sorry for whatever it is I did." I turned it over and wrote back, "If you don't know what you did how can you possibly be sorry?" and passed it back.

I never got a note back. I think I got my point through. Maybe? Ugh... Hopefully. Danny walked past me not even glancing at me. He looked hurt. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I felt really nauseous. It was either that cereal... or guilt.

All through math I kept thinking about Danny. I feel like I'm being too harsh on him. It would be so much easier if he just got it! He just had to keep torturing me! I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Danny saving me. I need to save myself. Or maybe I need to be saved from myself. Either way, I think I just need to be alone. Maybe meet some new people? Maybe, I girl friend would help. I can't talk to guys about girl stuff.

I haven't seen Tuck for awhile. I think he's mad. Or just keeping his distance. I don't know. I have English with him... and Danny. At least we have assigned seats, he doesn't sit near me. I need to apologize to Tucker. This has nothing to do with him. I looked down at my math sheet in front of me and started to solve the first equation when the bell rang. Crap. I guess I have homework. "Student, Please hand in your test." Test. TEST! Crap!! I wrote down as many answers as possible, Handed it in and booked out of the class. I really need to start paying attention!

I sat down in my desk and sighed. I started to right a note to Tucker. Who by the way sits right next to me, "I'm sorry." Short and simple. I passed it to him, and he opened it and smiled a bit. He wrote back, "For what?" I grinned, cheeky old Tucker. I sighed, "For being a brat yesterday." He nodded his head at me, "It's fine. I get why you were upset." I looked at him funny and mouthed I'll explain at lunch. I nodded feeling a bit more at peace with myself.

Finally the bell rang and pretty much ran to my locker. I really wasn't ready to talk to Danny and I REALLY didn't want to. I opened my locked and about a dozen red rosses tumbled out onto the floor. "What the!?" I jumped back. There was a card and an envelope laying on top on the flowers. I picked it up, " To: Sam. From: Your secrete admirer." I opened the letter.

Eyes of amyst,
Tears of gold,
Lips of an angel,
Hair like a god,
All these things rolled into one,
Creates the finest angel in the world
Samantha Manson.

TW.

I folded the note and put it in my pocket. I glanced around and saw a person standing leaning against the row of lockers with a mile long grin on his face. He was gorgous, Ive never seen him here before. He had, black hair and sharp green eyes. From the looks of it he had a pretty nice built. He was wearing all black and wearing combat boots. He hair came down sharp in front of his face. He had a bit of guy-liner on. Man, was he ever gorgeous!

I cleared my throat, "Arre.. these from you?" He nodded slightly. "Wow, Thanks! There beautiful." I picked up the roses one by one. I pricked my fingers on one of the thorns. "Ouch." I said looking at my bleeding finger. He walked over to me and leaned down. I pulled a Kleenex out of his pocket and wipe away the blood. He brought my finger to his lips and kissed it. Suddenly it didn't hurt that bad. I tried to hide the blush on my cheeks by looking away. It obviously didn't work because he started to grin again.

All I herd was "Sam?" It was Danny and Tucker. "Erm... Hi." I quickly picked up the rest of the flowers and put them in the locker. "Soo... Sam. Who's this?" Tucker said smiling. I blushed and said, "This is... Erm... Well... What's your name?" He looked at me and winked, "Tyler Wisk. But darling, you can call me Ty." He touched my arm and I started to blush. "Do you.. want to go out for lunch?" My heart jumped, "Sure! I mean... I can't I have plans." I frowned a bit. "Hm... Well How about after school today? We can go to this great band at The Den?" I smiled brightly and agreed. Danny crossed his arms and had a sour look on his face. Ty walked away and I turned to Tucker and Danny. "What?" I said sharply to Danny. "What's with that guy?" I rolled my eyes, "What's with your girlfriend?" I grabbed Tucker the arm and dragged him away.

"I guess I was wrong." I looked at him, "What?" I said confused, "Well... I thought that you were upset because Danny got a girlfriend. But my Sam doesn't recover that quick." I sighed, "Tucker... That is why I WAS upset. But I decided that I need to move on. I just... need some space from him. I just... Need... to get over him." He hugged me, "Good for you Sam." I smiled tears welling up in my eyes, "Tuck?" I held him tighter, "Hm?" He replied. "What if I don't want to get over him?"

Heh... Maybe... just MAYBE Ill update the third chapter tomorow or tonight. Idk depends how demanding the reviewers are. Now... click that shiny blue button and review... You know wannnaaaa!!