This is suppose to be crappy

Disclaimer: ...Bleh!

A resist the need to roll my eyes, I should be making plans right now.

Getting prepared for tonight.

But no, here I am in our living room. I hate it when my parents have this talk, they truly are pests sometimes.

And right now they were holding me up big time.

I hold back the strong glare I so badly wanted to give them.

"We're just concerned," my mom adds.

"You haven't been going outside with your friends as much as you use to, and you keep yourself locked up in your room all day."

"I'm fine"

"Is there any place you would like us to go this weekend? We could go to the beach, relax a little."

"No, thanks"

Or even better, a trip out of the state! Remember how you always wanted to visit Hawaii?"

Now explain to me how that was anywhere near the word better?

For one thing I can't stand going on trips with my parents, and the other, I can't afford going away on any trips for a week, let alone one day.

Not with my Sam completely unguarded, it was worse enough I had to deal with David.

I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I left her for even an day, I'd probably go insane.

"We're just trying to help," my dad speaks cutting me out of my thoughts.

I give them a straight face, my inner thoughts picturing myself strapping them to a rocket and watching it blast off into the darkness of space.

"Bradley visited his aunt's house for awhile. Jeff has been working on a project for school, which reminds me, I have some work of mine own to get to if you don't mind."

It's like I have an infinite amount of lies up my sleeve.

I can play my parents like a piano

My mom sighs while placing her hands on her lap and slowly rising up from the sofa. "Fine, but if there's something you need to discuss we're always here."

Thank goodness that's over.

I slip into my room, making sure to close and lock my door as well.

Dealing with David was not as easy as I expected.

Oh no, killing him was a cake walk.

What I meant was, his funeral.

And that was because my beautiful princess sat right beside me. Leaning her head on my arm, her eyes were flowing with those crystal clear tears I adored so much. She left wet stain marks on my shirt when she cried.

Great

She's imprinted on it, I doubt I'll be able to wash it now. Perhaps make it my new prized possession. That would be nice.

I wasn't sure why it was me she chose to lay on. True we're friends, something I didn't want, but I didn't see this one coming at all. Maybe it was my original idea kicking in. Me being the only one left. It didn't matter to me anyways, all I could think of was her.

"W-Why…W-would anyone…H-he was such a nice kid…I loved him so much!"

Love? Such a strong word should never be used out of your mouth for anyone other than myself, Samantha.

I feel better about things now. Now that David is history I was another step closer to having her.

My Samantha

She sniffed and began choking on her own breathes. I rub her back softly, unable to resist touching her anymore. "That's right, just let all those tears out."

Yeah, so I can drink them.

There was a lot of talk in class the next day. Of course about David's death. Everyone was upset, well, I shouldn't say everyone.

Obviously I didn't show it on my face but inside I was happy as hell. This only meant one less person to deal with.

After class I took another visit to her locker. I didn't want to just go up and ask her to be with me, I was hoping it to be the other way around actually. I had a feeling she would ask me instead, it's not like she had Dean or David to date anymore anyways.

She doesn't see me approaching until she slams her locker shut, then gasps softly.

"Hey Sam"

"…Hey"

Her voice was pretty dead, and yet I loved every bit of it.

"So..err..Have you been doing ok?"

What an ironic question, of course she hasn't been doing ok.

She sighs and looks up, maybe to try and keep the tears in. "Well, are you doing anything tonight?"

She looks at me with her bright green emeralds. "No I'm free, why do you ask?"

"Yo Sam!"

She turns around, now facing to where the new voice came from.

I could hardly believe what just happened, there I was, about to set my date with her when that idiot shows up, Derrick Kennedy.

He's a goofball to put it short. He leans his back against a locker with his skateboard on the ground, rolling it playfully across the tiled surface under one foot.

"Hey Derrick" my angel mumbles. It's a shame she couldn't say my name in that lovely voice. He gives me a quick glance as a greeting before talking back to her.

I could already tell things weren't going to go well.

For him.

"So Sam, I was thinking about going to see the game today after school. I got an extra ticket and, well, I was kinda wondering if you'd like to, you know…Go out?"

Well excuse the shit out of me.

"Uhh, sure Derrick. I'd Love to go."

"Awesome, you won't regret it I promise."

We then watch him skate off through the halls. She looks back at me. "Oh is there something you wanted to ask me?"

Bullshit.

"Just wondering if you were feeling any better."

She gives me a half smile. "Oh don't worry about me, I'll be just fine but thanks."

I'm practically screaming at myself when she leaves. Derrick, Derrick, Derrick. You just had to be target number three didn't you?

Though you don't know it, Samantha will always belong to me. You interfering fool.

And Sam, you beautiful, tempting idiot. Have I taught you nothing yet? Just learn one think all ready.

I'll fill graveyards until I have you.

Moooo!

Things should move along nicely from here. Took me awhile to put this chapter together for some reason, i'm stupid.

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