Chapter 3

Sam had just made it to his locker when trouble had begun. As he was putting his new binders inside, he felt a strong force knock him into the locker making him scrape his head on one of the hooks. He yelped at the sudden sharp pain and pulled out only to be pushed back in by the sound of a group of boys laughing.

"Alright guys pull him back out." A familiar voice growled.

Sam was slowly pulled backwards but was dizzy from the slam that he just fell backwards onto the floor. He looked up to see the managing face of Gabriel. Sam tried his best to glare but he only was laughed at.

"Boys go on and check on the kid locked in the janitor's closet, can't be killing anybody." Gabriel barked.

The other kids stared me down before walking off. As soon as they were out of view, Gabriel expression softened and he let out a hand to Sam. Sam just huffed and stood up by himself. A flash of guilt appeared on Gabriel's face but was just replaced with yet another scowl.

"You better be careful around here, people don't tend to be nice to new meat." Gabriel said with a growl.

Sam slammed his locker shut and hugged his books to his chest before staring into Gabriel's eyes.

"Yeah, I can tell. Now get out of my way." Sam hissed.

Gabriel seemed surprised as Sam pushed past him and settled into his first class. Now Sam generally wasn't one to be a jerk, I mean sure he had dealt with one kid as a bully but that was only to save himself from being beaten up. Sam sighed and rested his chin on top of his books as his history class began. They were talking about stuff Sam had already studied at his previous school so he dozed off. The weird part however is that all his thoughts were about Gabriel. If he wants to be a jerk he should stay as a jerk. So why would he help nerdy little Sammy up? As he looked out the window he let out a small sigh. Gabriel seemed nice yet he made it quite clear he was a bully and wouldn't 'play nice' with Sam. Why was school so confusing?