QUINNS POV
I grabbed my books from my locker and tried to dodge all the looks.
"Quinn?" I turn only to see Sam. Wow, He looks... just wow.
Sam had cut his hair, it wasn't as blonde but he pulled it off.
"Sam, Hi." I managed to get out without studdering... or drooling.
"Nice hair, it works for you." He gave his signature grin.
I couldnt help but smile. "Thank you, I see you changed it up also. Its nice... and cute."
Why did I say that? He probably still hates me... Well he is talking to me so he doesnt hate me that much.
"Um, Thank you." He smiled. He thinks I'm a freak. Great. "What class are you headed to?"
He is so cute. His hair, His smile. That grin. Oh god. If looks could kill Id be dead. Oh wait, Did he say something? Snap out of it. I tried to play it cool and just nod but apparently he asked me a question.
"What class are you headed to?" He repeated.
"Oh, sorry. Zoned out." I looked down at my schedule. "Mrs. Blackwell, English. What about you?" Please dont be in my class, Please dont be in my class.
"Same." Shit. "Can I walk you there?"
"Yeah, so... what did you do this summer? Asides from you know, cut your hair." I pulled my books closer to my body. One thing I remember from not being popular, people try to knock your books out of your hands.
"Uh, I went to my home town. I fell off a horse" I couldnt help but laugh.
"Sorry." He smiled.
"Its fine... my pain is funny to you, i understand." He gave me a playful grin. "And I came back to Ohio. Not much of a summer. How about you, Q?"
I stopped. "What did you just call me?" I raised a eyebrow. How did he know my nickname?
"Q? Oh I meant Quinn. Sorry."
"Um, Its fine. Its just only close friends call me that."
"Well, I hope we can be friends so I guess I gave you that nickname, you can call me... Sammy?" He smiled.
I giggled, "How about Sammy-kinz. Just for you, and my stuff animals."
"Sammy-kinz it is, Q. Or shall I say Quinnie Bear." I punched his arm playfully.
"Quinnie Bear sounds like some name you'd give a creepy bear!"
"Or a girlfr-" He paused. "Nevermind."
Did he just say girlfriend. "Sam, I-" I was cut off my the bell. "Shit, we should get to class." I grabbed his hand a lead him to Mrs. Blackwells class. I took the seat next to Rachel while he sat next to Puck.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
From Sam.
So what were you gonna say?
"Who is it from?" Rachel asked.
"My mom, she wants to know what I want for dinner."
Meet me in the auditorium after school.
I was gonna get Sam this year, no matter what the cost.
In the next chapter its gonna be in Sams POV, i think.
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