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"I don't want to be here." Morgan shouted for the millionth time this morning.
"Morgan, I'm gonna strangle you," I threatened, tired of her complaining.
"Please, do it. I'm begging you to. At least it'll get me away from school."
I shook my head. "I want to torture you first."
"It's not that bad, Morgan. I promise." Samantha said looking around the parking lot for Stiles.
"No, I'm not listening to any of your promises because you said you could get me Derek's number."
"Morgan you already had his number and all his passwords to anything that he owns," Samantha listed. "I mean, come on, you even have copy of his house and car keys
"Yea. No thanks to you."
Eventually I blocked out Morgan and Samantha's rant. I wasn't focusing on anything particular, just a few surrounding objects that didn't hold my attention for more than a minute.
"Sam!" Morgan loudly called, rapidly tapping on my shoulder.
I grabbed her hand to stop the constant pokes. "What Morgan?"
"I'm going back to Peter's," she answered, turning around.
I caught Morgan before she could wander too far out of my reach. "No, we're going to this school." I struggle to push morgan up to the school. "Morgan, we..."
"Hey Samuel. Hey Morgan," Isaac greeted, catching up to us at the door.
Morgan straitened, and pushed me away from her. "Hey puppy," Morgan returned, using Isaac's nickname she gave him. Morgan free willingly entered the school through the door held open by Isaac. She stuck her head back outside and said, "Come on, Samuel." She smiled at Isaac, who still held the door. "Some people just don't care about their education." Her smile dropped as she turned back to me. "Samuel, move your ass. We have to go get our schedules." She turned and stormed inside the school.
Samantha patted me on the back. "Just let it go," she ordered, knowing I wanted to say something.
I followed Samantha out of the office, scanning Morgan and my schedules. I had to get Morgan's schedule because she ran off behind Isaac.
"Morgan's not going to like this," Samantha whispered as we walk through the halls. She points out that Morgan has gym as a period. "Maybe we can give her the schedule and run as quick as we can."
"Sam, come on, get real. Were freakin werewolves, and somehow Morgan can still catch us."
"How does she even do that?"
"She cheats that's how she does it." I pouted at how Morgan would always find ways to beat us. "Like for example tickling people, screaming like she has no sense, or the biggest one, constantly attacking people, and guess who has seen even more: me. Samuel Michael Evans."
"Aww you're so cute when you pout." Morgan comes up behind Samantha and I. As soon as she seen papers in my hand she snatched them from me.
"Why are you scratching so much?" Samantha questioned.
She pointed to Isaac who had tears slowly running down his cheeks. Oh what the hell has Morgan did now.
"Morgan what did you do to Isaac." I dreaded to ask because of the answer I might get.
"He took me to..." She paused and made a disgusted face. "The gym."
Isaac leaned against the locker as he shook from laughter. "She freaked out and scared Coach. His face was priceless."
"It still doesn't explain why Morgan's scratching," Samantha pointed.
"I said he took me to the gym," Morgan repeated. She stopped scratching long enough to scan our schedules.
"No, no, no, no," Morgan repeated as she pointed at the classes printed on the paper. "No, no, no," she continued to say as she strutted down the hall.
"That was better than I expected," Samantha admitted after Morgan disappeared around a corner. "That was easy."
I glared at the corner Morgan turned. "Too easy." I knew Morgan was up to something. I was ready to follow after her, but the bell rung.
"I remember your first period. I'll show you how to get there," Samantha volunteered, beginning to turn me in the direction of my math class.
I wandered to each of my classes, trying to keep a positive attitude and an open mind. The bell rung releasing us to go to another class. I decided to stop by my locker before going to class. After finally opening my locker, I look down at my phone, hoping for a text from Morgan.
Morgan and I haven't had any classes together so far, and during lunch Morgan wasted no time to mock the food, and not talking about how her classes were.
"She's okay," Samantha insured, leaning against the locker beside mine.
"I hope so," I mumbled. I start digging into my locker before the smell of Morgan's sweet fruity scent invaded my sense of smell. I peek around the door of my locker to see Morgan walking with a limp.
"What happened?" Samantha asked frantically rushing around me to Morgan.
"I'll be okay. It only hurts a little."
"Morgan, I can take the pain away, if it makes it better," Samantha quietly offered.
"No. I'm fine," Morgan reassured.
I couldn't help but look at Morgan suspiciously.
"Is Bobby around?"
"Who is that?" I asked, truly curious.
"I think she's talking about Coach Finstock," Samantha explained to me.
"Yeah," Morgan answered. "Is he around?"
Samantha looked around the hall. "I don't see him. Why does it matter if he's around?"
Morgan looked around to secure her surroundings. Noticing the coach wasn't around, she straightened her posture and confidently walked the few feet from where her and Samantha were standing to her locker beside mine.
All I could do was shake my head at Morgan's fake injury to get out of gym class. I return my attention back to my locker to empty my bookbag and get my notebook for Economics. I close my locker to find Morgan angrily pulling on her lock.
Letting her anger take over, she slaps the locker with the palm of her small hand.
I calmly grab her hand to stop her from hurting herself. "Five, four, three, two, and one," I slowly counted down as Morgan took deep breaths.
"Looks like someone has problems controlling their anger," Cora taunted as she and Isaac joined us. "Samantha can still somehow relate."
"Do you want to go back to the way we were?" Samantha growled, "Remember the lake?"
"I don't mind a few enemies, and if I remember correctly, you were the one in the the lake," Cora admitted.
I felt a bit of relief, hearing the bell. Not wanting a fight, I said, "that's the bell. Let's go to class. Samantha, where's my economics class?"
None of the girls acknowledged me.
"I can take you and twinkle toes." Cora points between Samantha and Morgan.
"Cora I'm not in the mood to be messed with. First, I have no class with any of you; not that I want to be anywhere near you." She poked Cora in the shoulder. "Second, I already have detention for the rest of the week, and I don't even know why I deserved it. I don't want to sit with that four eyed bastard they call a chemistry teacher. I really didn't want to be in gym. So Cora I'm going to need for you to get out of my sight in the next second."
"Oh, I didn't know that you were such a big baby," Cora taunted
Before any of us expected it, Morgan slapped Cora across the face. Cora responded quickly by slammed Morgan against the lockers with her claws at Morgan's neck.
Isaac rushed to hold Samantha and I back from ripping Cora away from Morgan. "Cora let her go," he ordered his girlfriend.
I stood still, but closely watched the two girls glaring at each other. My blood ran cold when a metallic smell began to fill the air. I look to see a line of blood running down Morgan's neck from where Cora's claws dug into her soft flush. Without thinking twice, I grabbed Isaac's arm and flipped him to the ground.
"If you hurt her, I swear, I'll kill you," I lowly threatened with my claws latched to the back of Cora's neck. Inside, I felt bad for threatening Cora's life, but at that moment I was focused on saving Morgan's. "Let her go now," I commanded as my clinch tightened.
"Cora, just please let her go," Isaac pleaded, raising from the ground. "Samuel don't hurt her."
The rage that was pulsing through my body was starting to get the best of me. The only thing keeping me at bay was the fact that Morgan could be killed if I made any sudden moves to pull Cora off of her.
Morgan face showed no signs of weakness; more of a daring look by the rise of one of her eyebrows.
"Stop!" Samantha roared causing the lockers to shake violently. "Take your damn hands off of each other. Cora I swear you act like you have no sense sometimes. You know Morgan can't heal like we can."
I hesitantly loosened my grip before letting go.
When Cora released Morgan, Morgan quickly kneed her in the stomach. Cora was ready to get revenge, but didn't, seeing the teachers and students rushing out of their classrooms. Cora just turned and stormed off, leaving Morgan to go the opposite way.
"I'll catch you guys later," Isaac said before chasing after Cora.
"Morgan," I called, wasting no time to catch up to her. When I stopped her, she placed her hand on the side of her neck where she was bleeding from before. "Are you okay. Let me see your neck."
"No," she snapped. "I want to get to class." She quickly walked away from me.
By the time Samantha and I reach our economics class, Morgan has already taken a seat. I was happy that we finally had a class together, but still concerned for Morgan's wellbeing. I scanned Morgan from a distance, trying to see her neck, but it hid behind her hanging hair.
"Sorry, Coach Finnstock," Samantha apologized as she sat in her desk. "We know we're late."
I follow Samantha and took a open seat behind her.
The coach looked up from his desk and dropped his chin at the sight in front of him. "There's two of them," the coach mumbled in disbelief. He grabbed his roll, praying that his eyes were playing a trick.
"Yep, you see right," Samantha insured, amused.
Cluelessly I added, "I'm Samuel. Morgan and I are new-"
"Don't bring me in to it," Morgan grouchily ordered from the other side of the room.
"This can't be happening. Why me? I know I did awful things in my life, but why does this have to be my punishment," Coach groaned.
"You know, you're good. Some people can't even tell we were related, but you, silly goose, knew we were twins in half a second," Samantha cooed and cheered.
"No. I quite. Danny take over this horrible, terrible, awful, I mean just awful class for me."
"Sure Coach."
I look back to see a Hawaiian guy that was sitting in front of Morgan.
"Good God. The heavens have sent down an angle," Morgan shouted, leaning out of her desk to see Danny better. "Hey. I'm Morgan."
"Nice to meet you, Morgan," he smiled.
"Nope. I got to go. Samuel! Sam!"
"What Morgan?"
"H- he smiled at me. I can't." Morgan gets up and speed walks to the front off the room." Move Bobby."
"I see someone is feeling better," I whisper to Samantha. Leave it to a guy to change Morgan's mood.
"Do you think she's in pain?"
"I don't know. Morgan has never been the one to tell someone if she's hurt." I signed looking at Morgan and Coach repeatedly stepped in each other's way.
Morgan froze, noticing Stiles and Scott sliding into the room.
"Nope, I see you there. Late as usual." Morgan pointed to Stiles. "Let me see here." Morgan grabbed a girl's glasses off her desk, placing them on the bridge of her nose. As Morgan was going to Coach Finstock's desk, she bucked at Stiles.
"Morgan, don't." I commanded, watching her scan the student roll from the bottom.
"Stilinski," She called after finding Stiles's name. "Tardy. McCall." She peeks up from the clipboard and smiled at Scott. "Present. Take your seats," she ordered the two. "I'm going to the nurse," she announced as she placed the girl's glass back on her desk before walking out.
"I'm starting to think I'll have more trouble with her more than I did with you." Coach raises an eyebrow at Samantha.
"Nah...Yea pretty much, but Samuel helps keep her under control. She might not have a limit on how far she goes, but Samuel doesn't let her do anything."
"I let her do some things, but she has rules that she has to go by. Ask her when she comes back. I forced her to know them." I calmly stated.
"Really you gave her rules? I tried to give her rules on how to play the game in gym, but she just flew off the damn handle. How are you still alive, Thing Two," Coach basically shouts, well talks, I guess. Samantha gave me a warning on how he rarely uses his inside voice.
"Well, she knows that I won't do anything to help her if she happens to end up with a restraining order or in jail. Secondly, if I was a 'Thing', I'm pretty sure I would be number one."
"I'm Thing One. Know your place, Thing Two," Samantha teased.
"I'm smarter, so that makes me Thing One."
"But I'm faster," Samantha announced. "I'm Thing One."
"So. I'm still stronger." I stick my tongue out
"I'm the cutest."
"No, you're not. Everyone can agree that Isaac the cutest of all of us. Besides, I can draw better than you.
"Nuh uh."Samantha squeals likes she's a little child. "Yea Isaac the cutest, but I can sing better."
"How do you know that. You haven't even heard me sing." I lifted my eyebrow, waiting for her comeback.
"Well...Well I was born first, and so that makes me Thing One
"How would you even know?"
"I don't care who's the smartest or who the hell the fastest. I'm the loudest. So shut the hell up." FInstock shouts then starts laughing at himself. "Thing one," he pointed to Samantha "and Thing Two"
With our names clarified, Finstock started class. Not finding what he was saying interesting, I started drawing on the piece of paper that I was 'supposed' to be taking notes on.
"Pay attention, Thing Two" Samantha teased.
I look up from the paper with a straight face. "Be quiet."
Without warning, Samantha crumbled my drawing.
"Thing One, stop bullying Thing Two," Coach Finstock chimed in. "I bet you can't even repeat what I just said."
"Of course I can't repeat you because I never listen to what you're yelling at us."
I struggle to choke down a laugh. Samantha was right. I've been in this class for fifteen minutes, and have failed to hear this man use his "inside voice".
Finstock glared at me. "You think that's funny?"
"Clearly," I answered with a wide smile.
"I really do not like you two."
"That hurts my feelings, Coach," Samantha pouted.
"Good," Coach said before turning back to board to write something.
Bored, once again, I tore my crumbled drawing into small pieces. Every once in a while, a piece of the paper would find it way into Samantha's hair. I wonder where Morgan is? Better yet what is she doing? I haven't heard any chaos. That's a good sign. Too lost in my thought, I continued to throw rips of paper. I returned to a full state of mind when I heard Samantha calling my name.
"Samuel, Really?" She asked slightly irritated.
For the hell of it, I throw another bit at Samantha, hitting the tip of her nose.
"You're going to pick every little piece of paper out of my hair," she seriously said. As she turned forward, she flipped her hair, causing some of the rips of paper to fall out.
I lazily follow her orders, pulling out the white bits from her hair. I stood out of my seat when I saw Morgan rejoining the class. "Nuh uh. Take that off, and take it back," I ordered, eyeing the neck brace on her neck. "Morgan!" I ignored all the eyes on us.
Morgan folded her arms. "My neck is bro- What the hell?" She stormed past me and towards Stiles. "That's my seat." She glares at the boy in the desk.
"I've been sitting here all year," Stiles admitted with a confused look, which I've notice he wears a lot.
"Get up," she ordered.
"Morgan, just sit behind Stiles," Samantha suggested.
"I sit behind smiley," she said, pointing at Danny.
"Sit down," I ordered her.
She glared at me then back at Stiles before sitting behind him. She angrily watched me taking my own seat.
I sit quietly, coming in and out of the lesson, but the entire class stopped, hearing the loud scraping sound. I turn in my seat to see Morgan using her foot to push Stiles's desk to the side.
With Stiles's desk in the aisle, Morgan moved her desk into his spot.
I tried not to laugh at how awkward she looked jumping in her desk to move it forward. I decided to stay quiet. She's Stiles's problem now.
I sat on the floor of Peter's apartment. My back was against the front of the chair while I strummed the strings of my guitar. I stared down at my fingers, letting my mind wonder.
The calmness of the atmosphere was cut when Morgan joined Samantha and I.
Morgan throws herself back onto the couch, next to Samantha. She sadly looked around the room before peeking over Samantha's shoulder. "That's wrong," Morgan pointed, eyeing Samantha's homework. "470 degrees is 95 pi over 36 in radian measure."
"I forgot you have a 4.0 grade average," Samantha remembered as she corrected her answer. "Morgan," Samantha sung with a smile. "Can you help me with my work?"
"No," she answered. She remembered all the times when I would ask her to help me with homework. She knew when we said "help me" we meant "do it for me.".
Samantha released a long exhale. "Samuel..."
"I'm not doing your homework, nor will I give you mine to copy."
"I wasnt going to ask you to," she lied, before shoving the sheet of paper into her binder.
The room was refilled with only the sound of my guitar.
"Sing a song," Samantha ordered.
I look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Why?" To me, it seemed like an odd request that was asked very randomly.
"You said that I had never heard you sing. I want to, so you have to sing."
"I dont want to sing," I said, returning my attention back to my guitar. "If you want to hear me sing, I perform concerts in the shower. You can be a creep, like Morgan, and listen outside the bathroom."
"Samuel!" Samantha whined. She looked over her shoulder to see Peter walking into the room. "Dad, don't you want to hear Samuel sing."
Peter looked between Samantha and I before continuing towards the kitchen.
She turned back to me. "Just sing a song. I bet you sound nice."
"My homeboy sounds better than 'Nice'," Morgan chimed in using her 'fake' ghetto voice. She glared down at me and said, "if you don't sing,then I'll rip out your vocal cords."
"You don't even have to sing a full song,"
"Okay," I mumbled. I plucked at the G string, trying to think of a song.
[Gravity by John Mayer]
Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
I happen to look up to see Samantha already with a huge small on her face. Smiling myself I continued with song.
Oh I'll never know what makes this man
With all the love that his heart can stand
Dream of ways to throw it all away
Oh, gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
[2x:]
Oh twice as much ain't twice as good
And can't sustain like one half could
It's wanting more
That's gonna send me to my knees
Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me
Morgan joined the song for that one line, it being her favorite.
Oh gravity has taken better men than me (how can that be?)
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
C'mon keep me where the light is
C'mon keep me where the light is
C'mon keep me where keep me w
here the light is (oh, oh)
I smiled as I was applauded. Standing to take a bow, I was tackled by Samantha. "Get off me," I ordered my squealing sister, struggling to hold the both of us up.
She released me. "I officially claim you as my brother."
"What are you talking about? You've been telling everyone he's your brother all day," Morgan said.
"I told some people in our Literature class that he was my cousin."
Before I could say anything in response, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," I volunteered, starting towards the door.
Outside stood a boy that couldn't be no more than seven years old. "I want my horse," the kids angrily said, causing his freckled nose to shrivel.
I looked back to Samantha and Peter, hoping the know the boy and what he was talking about.
Samantha stepped forward, pushing me out of the doorway. "Hey, Norman. I haven't seen you in a while," She happily said, ruffling his ginger hair.
"I want my horse," he repeated, ignoring Samantha.
"What make you think we have your horse?" I asked, still confused by what he meant by horse.
"She took it." Norman pointed into the apartment.
Morgan gasped at the accusation made towards her. She climbed over the back of the couch and pushed Samantha and I out of her way. She leaned close to the boy. "I ain't got yo' horse," she said in a deep country accent.
"Yes, you do. I saw you take it," Norman argued.
I listen to Morgan's heartbeat speed up as they continued to argue back and forth. "Morgan," I called, getting her attention. "Where's his horse?" Secretly, I wasn't concerned about returning the horse to the kid, but I did want to know where did Morgan hide a horse. "Give him his horse."
Morgan folded her arms and started towards Samantha's room. Seconds, later she returned with a stuffed horse head attached to a stick.
I was relieved to see the toy. "Now give Mr. Norman his horse."
The boy took the toy and stormed off.
"Can we agree that we will never take anything from that kid?" I asked closing the door.
"The only thing I'm interested in taking is your homework," Morgan said opening my bookbag.
"No Morgan do your own." I rushed to her.
"Sammie get it." Morgan shouted, turning her body away from me with the paper tucked to her chest, only to move it to pass it to Samantha.
It took a good five minutes before I was able to get my homework… with no help from Peter.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm really sorry for the really long wait. It's just I thought so many times of taking this story down and rewritng the end Samantha's story, but I'm going to push through for the few of the story's lovers. The link for the face claimers will be on my profile. There's a little challenge with the face claimers-details on the prezi-. I can't promise when the next chapter will be up, but we are currently working on it right now. OH and the Tyler Hoechlin leaving for awhile thing. All I have to say is my feelings are hurt lol, but hopefully he'll wonder back to Beacon Hills soon. So I want all of you to have a wonderful day. Peace!