Just like he promised, he came to pick her up after school. Sam sighed, nodding her head at Clover and Alex and telling them she'd explain later, knowing full well she couldn't explain later, or ever. Scam had made sure of it by threatening them.

He smiled. It'd be charming if she didn't know he was a sociopath. "Hello Sam."

She glared at him and opened the door and almost slammed it, being as angry as she was. She couldn't believe she fell into his trap so easily. She buckled her seatbelt and just glared out the window.

It took a few minutes of driving (and it bothered her immensely that he seemed unnerved at her silence), before she said anything.

"So. Where are you taking me now your highness?" She asked sarcastically with a biting tone.

To her annoyance, he only laughed. "Your highness. I quite like that."

"Trust me, not my intention. I don't want to do anything you like."

"Oh you've made that abundantly clear… but to answer your question, we're going to the airport."

Sam's eyes widened. "Are you insane?"

He rolled his eyes. "What, you're only allowed to leave the country on your special WOOHP trips?"

Yes, but that was besides the point. "Stop the car."

"Or what?" He chuckled. "You'll call that old man on me?"

She glared again, hoping to burn a hole into his face with the intensity of her hatred. "He could kick your ass, for the record."

"Hah! I'd like to see that. Please do."

Sam rolled her eyes, knowing full well she couldn't do that since he threatened Clover and Alex. She crossed her arms in a huff. "I don't even have luggage with me. Where are we going?"

"Calm down. It's just Colorado. We have some business there."

"We?"

"Are we playing dumb again? Yes 'we'. Or did you forget our deal?"

No, but she was hoping he would have. Even though it's only been a solid 18 hours since they made the deal.

She quieted down, grumbling as they made their way to the nearest airport. She stole Tim's phone charger and started charging her phone, ignoring his affronted look as she disconnected his phone to do so.

"I'm assuming you already got us excused?" She asked, scrolling through her Instagram feed as an excuse to ignore him.

"Of course. Can't have my dearest failing her classes, can I?"

Oh for the love of— "Don't call me that."

"How about sweetie?"

"No."

"Darling?"

"Absolutely not."

"Muffin?"

"Where are you even getting these from, we're not even dating!" She exclaimed, ignoring the squeeze in her chest when she heard him laugh out loud. She didn't think he was even capable of innocent laughter that wasn't directed at other people's misery.

"We'll be back by tomorrow night, calm down princess."

"That nickname isn't much better. My name is Sam."

He chuckled but didn't say anything further, eventually pulling into the parking lot of the airport and grabbing two bags from the back. She ignored the twinge in her chest when she saw him carry the heavy looking duffel bags with ease, and then shook her head. For all she knows, Scam was a ruthless criminal and just because she was slightly attracted to him and his dumb forearms, didn't meant she had to go falling for him.

Locking his car, he motioned Sam to follow him after she got out and she sighed, grabbing her backpack and phone and following him.

The airport wasn't crowded thankfully, and Sam was shocked to see that Scam wasn't stopped for something horrific in those duffle bags of his, like more cocaine or body parts or whatever else he could cook up.

After boarding, Sam groaning as she realized she had to sit next to him the entire time, she just wished he gave her more of a heads up so she could have grabbed a book or something.

A slight buzz of her communicator caught her attention, and Sam excused herself to the bathroom before the plane took off, Scam's glare being the only warning she got.

"Hey Jerry."

"Sam, we have a mission. Why aren't you with Clover and Alex?"

Oh lord, she couldn't even begin to explain this to Jerry. "Long story. Can't explain. The girls will have to do this one without me."

While she went to do a drug run or something equally dangerous and illegal.

What had she gotten herself into?

"Is everything alright Sam?"

She signed. "No, but I can't explain right now. I'll keep you posted."

She unlocked the bathroom door and to her shock, Scam was waiting outside the door. He raised an eyebrow, staring at the communicator in her hand. The look in his eyes was enough to move mountains with the intention of murder in them.

"Not doing anything idiotic are you?" He muttered so others couldn't hear them. For someone so young, Scam was sure scary.

Sam shook her head. "No, you made sure of that, remember, sweetie?" She said sarcastically, pushing past him to go sit down.

Apparently they were going to meet one of Scam's colleagues the next day, Sam wondered bitterly why this couldn't happen over a simple phone call, so they retired to the hotel room for the night.

Two beds. Thank the lord.

"I'm glad you knew I wasn't going to share a bed with you." Sam said, the words like acid in her voice. Scam rolled his eyes and carried the duffel bags into the room.

The twinge at the sight of his broad shoulders and exposed forearms came back, and Sam shook them aside. He was a criminal. She thinks. She couldn't actually prove it since he never confessed anything but he likely got rid of two WOOHP agents, planted drugs, and who knows what else.

She sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Scam threw a duffle bag onto her bed, telling her to get ready to sleep as they had a long day ahead of them tomorrow.

Apparently he had packed some clothes for her. They weren't her clothes, thankfully, or she might become a murderer just like him as she'd kill him on the spot for going into her house. Either he was surprisingly accurate about everything… or he knew her size.

She's not sure which one was worse.

Scam excused himself to go change, and she took a moment to wonder how in the world she got herself into this situation: sharing a hotel room with the infamous Tim Scam, agreeing to be his successor…

Not that she had any intention of continuing this charade.

Besides, what was Scam going to do when he got to college? Start all over again? Seemed exhausting.

She went into the bathroom and changed into a set of pajamas that she found in the duffle bag, brushed her teeth and combed her hair, before sighing. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and again wondered how she got herself into this mess.

Scam was already lying in the bed closest to the door, texting on his phone. She was afraid to check her phone but she had to do it.

"Good night", she whispered, before settling into the second bed.

Looking through her phone, Sam gasped as she saw the multiple missed messages from Clover and Alex, and even her mother.

Sam where are you?

Did that creep kill you? Oh I'll kill him!

Why'd you get into his car anyways? The whole school is gossiping about it.

Omg you're not dating him now are you?

Sam dear, call me when you have a chance.

I'm serious, the WHOLE school thinks you're dating.

You better not be Sam.

I know he's a hottie but still.

The messages kept going and Sam sighed, putting the phone on the nightstand and just screaming into her pillow. She lifted her head and glared at Scam, who just raised an eyebrow at her behavior.

"Do I need to find a different successor?

Sam looked up, hopeful. "Yes!"

He looked back at his phone, continuing a text. "Not happening. Try getting yourself locked in a mental asylum and I'll think about it."

It was worth a shot.

"Apparently everyone thinks we're dating. You should tell them otherwise, immediately." Sam said bitingly, the hate dripping from her words.

Scam smiled slowly, almost like a Cheshire Cat. "Now why should I do that?"

Sam gaped. "Because we are most certainly NOT dating and I refuse to be in more of a charade than I already am."

Scam glared, put his phone on the bed and came closer to her. He was wearing plaid sweatpants and a cotton T-shirt, and she suddenly wished he was wearing more since the next thing he did was turn her over and lay on top of her.

"What are you DOING!"

He gripped her arms and silenced her with another glare that screamed murder, and she fruitlessly tried to fight against him but he was so much stronger.

What was the point of being a spy if she couldn't fight back against an 18 year old jerk?

"Why do you insist on fighting me at every turn hmm?"

Sam stated the obvious. "Maybe because I didn't consent to this?"

The "this" she was talking about had nothing to do with him pressing his body against hers and they both knew it.

"Oh? I remember you agreeing to our deal."

"AFTER you threatened me into it!"

"A deal is a deal, Samantha."

What twisted logic went on in his brain, she never wanted to know.

"Well would you get off me please?"

Scam said nothing, instead choosing to bring his head down into the crook of her neck and slightly nod against it. Sam blushed bright red as she felt his body tightened against hers.

"I'm going to tell you something Samantha… You know I have a penchant for determining the future.", he said, his lips moving against her neck. She could feel her cheeks growing hot. The way the heat pooled between her legs and she tightened her thighs together.

"One day, I'll be long gone from here and so will you… and this school will descend into chaos without us."

Sam squirmed and Scam tightened his grip on her.

"But by then, you and I will be far away… and you know where we'll be?" He pressed a light kiss to her neck, so light that she thought she imagined it.

"You'll probably be head of WOOHP after you go to college… you're a brilliant girl and even Jerry can see that." With that he pressed another kiss to her jaw, one that she knew she didn't imagine. In her shock she stayed still, wondering where he was going with this.

"And do you know where I'll be?"

Sam shook her head slightly.

"I plan on being right by your side… as your husband."

And with that, he descended his lips onto hers in a bruising kiss.