"Hey Samantha." Carly walked up behind her Editor with a smile
"Oh hi Carly, do you have that interview with Coach Orion done yet?" Sam turned her head, her green eyes baring an unusual sparkle.
"Of course, it was easy I told him if he didn't do it I wouldn't let Adam play." Carly smirked and pulled the article from her binder "So what are you so happy about?"
"Happy, me? I'm not happy. Samantha Wyatt is never happy."
"Oh come on Sam, you've got this stupid gleam in your eyes."
"Ooh a gleam in her eyes, what am I missing?" Delilah stepped out of a near by class room and fell instep with the girls.
"Nothing yet, Sam's not talking." Carly filled in their curly haired friend
"There's nothing to talk about, give it a rest." Samantha sighed as they approached the cafeteria
"You're falling for Portman." Delilah blurted out
"What?" Samantha's head snapped to the left, her voice sounded a little to defensive
"Oh my god you are." Carly's jaw dropped
"No I'm not. He's a muscle bound freak." She actually had to force herself to say those words
"You know not all the Ducks are dumb jocks, my man's very intelligent." Carly tossed her arm around her friends shoulders
"I could never take Adam from you Carly I'd feel bad." Samantha joked
"Bet your ass, I like you to much to have to kill you Sam."
The three entered the lunchroom and Carly went over to the Duck table to tell her boyfriend she was going to eat with Delilah and Samantha.
"There's my sweet Caroline." Banks remarked as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Caroline?" Goldberg cracked
"Stuff it Goldie. I'm gonna eat with Sam and Del, k sweetie?"
"Sure, but you've got to take Junior with you." He handed her the flour and kissed her once more.
Portman watched the other table and studied Samantha's face. Over the past few weeks he'd thought he was melting down the ice wall surrounding her heart.
"So how's things with the wife dude?" Fulton snapped his fingers in front of his best friends face
"Not to bad, if I can just get rid of the redheaded leach I'd be all set." He groaned as he noticed Sierra coming toward them.
"Hook her up with Griffon, maybe he'll leave Carly alone for a while." Emily pointed to the spoiled blonde Georgian that was leaning over the other table flirting with Carly.
"Banksie looks like he's trying to get a piece of your action." Russ snorted
"I'm on it." Portman got up from the table and crossed the room
"You know he just wants to go over there cuz Sam's over there." Julie declared
"No doubt." Adam answered "I just wish Griffon would leave her alone for five fucking seconds."
"Banks did you just swear?" Guy looked at him shocked
"Yeah." Adam said sheepishly looking at his hands
"Griffon Montgomery is nothing but a minger." Cat grumbled and everyone laughed it was so funny to hear her British slang
Later that day Dean stood in the hall outside of Samantha's room waiting for her to open it. Connie had volunteered to baby sit James Dean, so they would have the night alone. Not that they wouldn't be anyway, because no matter what the teachers says, a sack is not a baby. He knocked on the door one more time and when it opened Ryan was on the other side with a careworn look on his face. He pushed past Portman and started down the corridor.
"What's the matter with him?" The curly haired hockey player inquired shutting the door.
"I umm broke up with him." Samantha replied taking the project papers from her desk draw. The past few days she'd been thinking a lot about the unknown author and how much his words made her heart flutter.
"Am I to old to be wishing on stars
Because that's the only thing that heals my scars
It gives me a glimmer of hope
The one little daydream that helps me cope
To get over the pain that love and life have brought
If I wish on the stars then a chance I have got
I close my eyes and make my request
For the minuscule aspects that makes the teen existence the best
They sparkle brightly in a sapphire sky
As I softly beg them I try not to cry
So tell me I'm to old to wish on stars
But then remember my scars"
Had arrived in the submission box that day and now more then ever she wanted to be with him. She felt she was betraying Ryan by staying with him so she had to end things. Not to mention the undeniable physical attraction she had to her husband, if he could show her he had a deep side she'd be certain he was the most perfect guy alive. After an hour of working on the project the work had all been put away, Portman was laying on the floor with Sam's pillows under his head and Samantha was laying with her head on his stomach and his feet on her bed. It was a comfortable position for both of them. If it wasn't for the dehydration that was starting to set in Portman wouldn't have moved for the world.
"I'm gonna go get a soda, do you want one?"
"Depends do I have to move?" Samantha questioned
"You gotta move either way."
Sam reluctantly got up and crawled up onto her bed as he left. Then something caught her eye. Portman had left his notebook on the floor and curiosity finally won her over. She leaned down and pulled to object into her lap, turning the pages with care. Finding the very poems she'd been reading for months there in Dean's familiar writing.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I got you a…" The sound of Portman's voice made her jump the book falling from her lap.
"You… you wrote them." Sam lifted her head and looked him in the eye
"Yeah, it was me. Are you disappointed?"
"Are you kidding?" The girl leapt up from her spot on the bed and threw her arms around his neck. "I got the best of both worlds."
"What you mean?"
"Well I have the sweet poet I always wanted and the most incredibly good looking guy in school rolled into one."
"Can I kiss you Mrs. Portman?"
"You better." Samantha got up on her tip toes so to reach the mouth of the Bash Brother. The kiss was everything Portman hoped it would be maybe more.
"Oh hi Carly, do you have that interview with Coach Orion done yet?" Sam turned her head, her green eyes baring an unusual sparkle.
"Of course, it was easy I told him if he didn't do it I wouldn't let Adam play." Carly smirked and pulled the article from her binder "So what are you so happy about?"
"Happy, me? I'm not happy. Samantha Wyatt is never happy."
"Oh come on Sam, you've got this stupid gleam in your eyes."
"Ooh a gleam in her eyes, what am I missing?" Delilah stepped out of a near by class room and fell instep with the girls.
"Nothing yet, Sam's not talking." Carly filled in their curly haired friend
"There's nothing to talk about, give it a rest." Samantha sighed as they approached the cafeteria
"You're falling for Portman." Delilah blurted out
"What?" Samantha's head snapped to the left, her voice sounded a little to defensive
"Oh my god you are." Carly's jaw dropped
"No I'm not. He's a muscle bound freak." She actually had to force herself to say those words
"You know not all the Ducks are dumb jocks, my man's very intelligent." Carly tossed her arm around her friends shoulders
"I could never take Adam from you Carly I'd feel bad." Samantha joked
"Bet your ass, I like you to much to have to kill you Sam."
The three entered the lunchroom and Carly went over to the Duck table to tell her boyfriend she was going to eat with Delilah and Samantha.
"There's my sweet Caroline." Banks remarked as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Caroline?" Goldberg cracked
"Stuff it Goldie. I'm gonna eat with Sam and Del, k sweetie?"
"Sure, but you've got to take Junior with you." He handed her the flour and kissed her once more.
Portman watched the other table and studied Samantha's face. Over the past few weeks he'd thought he was melting down the ice wall surrounding her heart.
"So how's things with the wife dude?" Fulton snapped his fingers in front of his best friends face
"Not to bad, if I can just get rid of the redheaded leach I'd be all set." He groaned as he noticed Sierra coming toward them.
"Hook her up with Griffon, maybe he'll leave Carly alone for a while." Emily pointed to the spoiled blonde Georgian that was leaning over the other table flirting with Carly.
"Banksie looks like he's trying to get a piece of your action." Russ snorted
"I'm on it." Portman got up from the table and crossed the room
"You know he just wants to go over there cuz Sam's over there." Julie declared
"No doubt." Adam answered "I just wish Griffon would leave her alone for five fucking seconds."
"Banks did you just swear?" Guy looked at him shocked
"Yeah." Adam said sheepishly looking at his hands
"Griffon Montgomery is nothing but a minger." Cat grumbled and everyone laughed it was so funny to hear her British slang
Later that day Dean stood in the hall outside of Samantha's room waiting for her to open it. Connie had volunteered to baby sit James Dean, so they would have the night alone. Not that they wouldn't be anyway, because no matter what the teachers says, a sack is not a baby. He knocked on the door one more time and when it opened Ryan was on the other side with a careworn look on his face. He pushed past Portman and started down the corridor.
"What's the matter with him?" The curly haired hockey player inquired shutting the door.
"I umm broke up with him." Samantha replied taking the project papers from her desk draw. The past few days she'd been thinking a lot about the unknown author and how much his words made her heart flutter.
"Am I to old to be wishing on stars
Because that's the only thing that heals my scars
It gives me a glimmer of hope
The one little daydream that helps me cope
To get over the pain that love and life have brought
If I wish on the stars then a chance I have got
I close my eyes and make my request
For the minuscule aspects that makes the teen existence the best
They sparkle brightly in a sapphire sky
As I softly beg them I try not to cry
So tell me I'm to old to wish on stars
But then remember my scars"
Had arrived in the submission box that day and now more then ever she wanted to be with him. She felt she was betraying Ryan by staying with him so she had to end things. Not to mention the undeniable physical attraction she had to her husband, if he could show her he had a deep side she'd be certain he was the most perfect guy alive. After an hour of working on the project the work had all been put away, Portman was laying on the floor with Sam's pillows under his head and Samantha was laying with her head on his stomach and his feet on her bed. It was a comfortable position for both of them. If it wasn't for the dehydration that was starting to set in Portman wouldn't have moved for the world.
"I'm gonna go get a soda, do you want one?"
"Depends do I have to move?" Samantha questioned
"You gotta move either way."
Sam reluctantly got up and crawled up onto her bed as he left. Then something caught her eye. Portman had left his notebook on the floor and curiosity finally won her over. She leaned down and pulled to object into her lap, turning the pages with care. Finding the very poems she'd been reading for months there in Dean's familiar writing.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I got you a…" The sound of Portman's voice made her jump the book falling from her lap.
"You… you wrote them." Sam lifted her head and looked him in the eye
"Yeah, it was me. Are you disappointed?"
"Are you kidding?" The girl leapt up from her spot on the bed and threw her arms around his neck. "I got the best of both worlds."
"What you mean?"
"Well I have the sweet poet I always wanted and the most incredibly good looking guy in school rolled into one."
"Can I kiss you Mrs. Portman?"
"You better." Samantha got up on her tip toes so to reach the mouth of the Bash Brother. The kiss was everything Portman hoped it would be maybe more.