Chapter 02
Marissa broke their kiss for air, she started into Samuel's eyes looking for any feeling, but he seemed lost into his own thoughts. Even when she teased him grabbing his ass, he seemed not notice and acted mechanically.
"What's wrong?" she lifted his hands from her thighs to her waist and waited for the answer.
"Huh?" he went back to reality.
"Samuel! God! Are you even here?" She held his face to force to look at her.
"Sorry…okay?" He removed her hands from his face and left her to sit on the red chairs of the room. " I just had an idea to a new song for my band and got distracted."
"Distracted?" she put her hands on her waist, expecting something else.
"Sorry, babe" Samuel put on a seducing face and Marissa curved her lips into a smile. It was always like that, she was crazy about him, he could do anything and she wouldn't be mad at him, anything he wanted. She stepped closer to him, still smiling, and kissed his forehead.
"Babe?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you like it? Okay, won't say it again…" he put his hands up like he was in front of a police officer. She giggled and hugged him.
"Hey Guys!" A known voice echoed in the room, Mr. Shuester entered caring his bag and a pile of paper. "Sorry for the interruption but the others must be on their way and need to start, okay?"
"Oh! No problem, Mr. Shue!" Samuel smiled and pushed Marissa of off the hug. He adored Mr. Shue, he had never met anyone that inspired him so much. He was almost like a brother to him, he never met his father and had no siblings, so he trusted on that teacher more than he did on anyone else. Marissa sat beside him and reached for his hand but he avoided her and started playing with one lock of his hair. She sighed deeply; they were together, but not exactly together. He was so evasive and he barely showed affection for her, never listened to what she said and even making out or kissing had to start from her. She watched him playing with his own lock, distracted as usual, she felt so distant from him. Something caught his attention and dropped the hair he was holding and his pupils opened as his eyes ran to the door. Marissa followed his gaze and watched the "Cute Couple" entering holding hands. Little Miss Perfection and the Irish Boy. How Cute. She tough acidly.