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AN: This picks up the very next morning. We'll go back to the intro of chap 6 when she heads to school in the next chapter. ……………………………………………………………………………………………
Sam had never been so happy to have a weekend come to an end. Sonny was speaking to her by Sunday when they all headed to mass, but he blindsided her with the meeting with Fr. Coates. As she packed her bag at the kitchen counter she remembered sitting in the priest's office feeling as uncomfortable as he looked. Apparently this little talk was something the sisters gave at Blessed Mother H.S., but because she didn't attend (and Sonny's money helped keep the parish running) Fr. Coates was making an exception. Sam would only answer direct questions and it was also the only time she fully focused on his words. And boy did he go on….
He talked about the merits of true love; the responsibility of love, how important trust and connecting on an emotional level was… then he got serious and went straight to the physical stuff. Sam wanted the floor to open up and swallow either one of them. Going on about morals and the wisdom surrounding the idea of waiting he made it clear, without saying it, what she shouldn't even be thinking about doing. Fr. Coates might as well have been reading from a script hand written by her father. It was a just awful way to end the weekend.
"What's for breakfast Sam I have to meet Pete early and I'm starved." Michael must have come down the kitchen stairs while Sam was reliving the most embarrassing conversation in her life to date. She almost didn't make out his request until she heard his back-pack hit the floor.
"I'm not making you breakfast troll. Milo is taking me to school early." Grabbing a bowl and the box of shredded wheat off the counter Sam placed them on the table in front of her brother and then slinging her bag over her shoulder she added, "Michael work out your breakfast."
"You suck as a big sister. I'm telling dad." Sam chose not to respond. He was being a little snot she refused to be sucked into an argument where she'd be the only one getting into trouble.
Doubling back across the threshold once more she grabbed an apple off the counter and was chomping on it as she made her way through the family room to the front door hoping to get Milo to give her an early ride before anyone else made a request of him. If she left now she'd meet Emily and they could talk before first period and then she'd see Lucky as he was leaving the pool. Milo would have time to drop her and be back to take Leticia and the rest of the kids where they needed to go.
Sonny was sitting on the sofa having just finished a phone call. When he stood up he caught his highly focused sixteen year daughter zipping through clearly on a mission. "Where you off to so early?"
Coughing on a piece of apple that lodged its way into her throat Sam was so startled she almost tipped over. Covering her mouth she cleared her throat and said, "I didn't think you were home since you weren't down when I got up."
"I was out late so I slept in a little. Why are you so rearing to go this morning?"
"Me? I was gonna go in early to um, get my self together and find out what I missed at the end of the day on Friday from Emily. I kinda bailed on her and the committee and I just wanted to say sorry and see if I could still help."
"So Lucky doesn't have anything to do with your new affinity toward getting to school early?" Sonny was of course suspicious. He refused to accuse her out right, but he wanted her to know that lying was a poor choice.
Sam gave him a slight smile and went over and kissed him on the cheek. "Daddy, I am not going to school early to see Lucky. I'll see him at some point because we're in the same school, but I have my priorities in order."
"Right."
"Dad, my punishment is technically over, right? Is now a better time to make a request?" Sam figured she was in it this far she might as well go all the way.
It wasn't like he didn't see this coming. Sonny and Alexis had gone back and forth on the issue for a few hours last night. His wife could be a real barracuda. The only thing they had agreed on was that they wouldn't accept lying, but that was the only compromise reached. Sonny wanted Sam to have nothing to do with boys and thought considering her dating next year was giving in enough. Alexis felt that sixteen was sixteen regardless of what the year in school was. She also pointed out that Sonny was six years older than she was making Lucky's two years seem like nothing. Alexis said tutoring gave Sam a sense of responsibility and helped her earn her own money. Sonny pointed out she wasn't really in need of a part-time job. And then there was the bloody dance. He outright hated the idea. Dances led to late nights, probably drinking, and too much alone time in the backseat of a car. He should know, before he dropped out in the 11th grade, he had been to plenty of school dances that ended that exact same way.
He was just looking at her and playing his wife's rationales in his mind when he heard her call him again.
"Daddy? Can we please talk about the dance? It's in two weeks and I…"
Cutting her stream of questions off Sonny grabbed his jacket from the arm of the sofa and took his daughter's hand. "Come on I'll take you to school early. Max, we're dropping Sam off before we meet Jason back at the office. Milo check with Alexis before you take off with Leticia and the kids."
"Sure thing boss," Milo said.
Sam settled in the back of the limo with Sonny and waited for him to start the conversation again. This was going one of two ways and she wanted to make sure she didn't do anything to turn the tide in his favor. They had driven about five minutes without either of them saying a word. Max had even looked through the rearview mirror a few times to check on his boss and his daughter. At least it was better than their last ride with all the yelling and screaming.
"You can invite Lucky Spencer over for dinner one night this week. Your mom and I will make a decision about tutoring and this dance after that and not before, so don't keep asking. This is what your mama likes to call compromise, so I'm doing it, but I don't like it."
Not knowing what to make of the "invitation" Sam sat for a moment attempting to process. Was this some sort of a set up? Would this be luring Lucky into her father's trip? She decided she care if Sonny was offering she was accepting… now she just had to get Lucky to agree. Leaning over Sam hugged her father and almost slid off the seat as Max pulled in front of PCHS.
"Thank you daddy, this going to be great."
Sonny was a lot more skeptical, but reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a hot pink cell phone and handed it to his daughter. "Everything will be back in your room when you get home. No ditching the guards or school grounds Samantha and straight home."
"I know. I remember our deal. Don't worry daddy, I love you." Sam leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Max opened her door and let her out. "Later, Max."
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Ah, the sweet taste of freedom. Sam practically skipped into the building. Then she ran into Elizabeth and her great day started spiraling out of orbit. What was it with this chick Sam wondered to herself?
"So look whose back. I thought for sure you'd be off to some far off boarding school safely locked away in daddy's gilded cage." Lizzie Weber said fake syrupy voice lending credence to her spite.
"Guess you're not so lucky. Besides sending their child away is more your parent's style then mine. My folks actually like having me around." Sam attempted to push her way past the mean little brunette.
"Well you're the lucky one then this way you'll have all the company you need on the night of the dance. Mean while I'll be dancing in Lucky's arms without a care in the world. You're so right having daddy's attention is so much better than that of the boy you're lusting after. Enjoy." Elizabeth sauntered off leaving Sam with bile in her stomach churning and a forked tongue ready to say something sure to get her sent to detention.
Emily had done everything she could to get out of the house and to school early to meet her best friend. When she saw her still standing at the main entrance she couldn't resist running up to her to hug her super tight.
"Oh my God, oh my God, I'm so happy to see you. I thought you'd be on the top of some Switzerland mountain eating chocolate and yodeling."
Sam turned around to return the hug and was laughing so hard she and her spunky friend almost lost their balance. This was the greeting she was hoping for instead of the lousy encounter with little Lizzie Weber.
"Hey Em, you have no idea how good it is to see you. Being trapped with my family, and I do love them, was a nightmare. But it ended with my dad inviting Lucky to dinner one night this week. I am on my way to the Spring Fling with the boy of my dreams."
Emily Bowen Quartermaine lost all decorum and was bouncing up and down like one of those bunnies with the batteries in their back. She grabbed her best friend by the hand and took off for their lockers. The whole time Emily went on about dress shopping and shoe shopping and what they could do before and after the dance. All of this being said between protests from Sam that her going wasn't quite as solidified as she was acting.
When Sam slammed her locker shut she saw the face she had only been seeing in her dreams for the last two days; Before her stood, the still damp haired smoky eyed, Lucky Spencer.
"So I'm glad to see Sonny let you out for school. After my dad's visit and Emily not hearing from you I thought we'd only be able to communicate via smoke signals or carrier pigeons."
"Very funny Mr. Spencer, but I'll have you to know I fought hard for my freedom." Emily took a step back and became overly interested in her Chemistry text book.
"So when Luke came by he said something about you feeling bad about what happened. Are you interested in making it up to me?" Amazingly, with little to no practice, Samantha Corinthos had perfected her flirt.
"Does it involve going up against your father?"
"Only if you're interested in wrestling him for the big piece of chicken. My dad invited you to come to dinner at our house one night this week. The day is up to us. So?" Hope and trepidation filled Sam's voice and Em was holding her breath behind the thick text book.
"Wow, not what I was expecting I have to say. Sure it sounds like… fun? I mean my mom loves your dad and my father is awed by your mom, so it's almost as if we were meant to come together." Sam's face was turning beet red. She didn't have a mirror, but she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. The words coming together were ringing in her ears and fiercely competing with Fr. Coates' voice from yesterday.
"I can't promise anything, but if things go well I'm pretty sure I'll be able to go to the Spring Fling. Is there any chance you're still free to be my escort… if I can I mean…" Emily chimed in without being asked.
"Of course he's gonna say yes, because I'm his best friend and Nikolas is his brother and he knows we both want to double with you two. Lucky?"
"I'm betting Sonny has more of a final say then I do, so we better just wait and see. Thanks for the dinner invite. I'll look at my practice schedule and let you know which night is best. Bye Em." Lucky turned to walk away, but was drawn back. He remembered their kiss from Friday and wanted just a sample of that heat once again. In two quick strides he was once again positioned in front of Sam. Bending down to meet her 5'2" frame Lucky placed one hand above her head on the lockers and leaned in to brush her lips with a firm sweet and delicate kiss.
When he pulled away he spoke his voice soft enough not to carry. "I hope none of your guards saw that or it might be the last time we ever get to do it again."
Walking away from them Lucky Spencer had managed to leave both girls breathless and one girl, off in the distance, fuming. Samantha licked her lips afraid to put anything in her mouth for fear it would weaken the taste left on her lips by the kiss.
"Oh great snatch from hell at three o'clock," Sam said.
"Look for some reason things never worked out with you and Elizabeth, but she's an okay friend to me, so maybe I could talk to her and get her to give up on this Lucky thing. Besides last weekend when I was Kelly's with my brother she was flirting with him. She clearly has her sights set outside the high school walls as far as dating is concerned."
"Jason? Jason Morgan? She was flirting with him in front of you? That girl is a piece of work. Did he flirt back?" Sam was intrigued now.
"I don't think he paid it much attention, but he could. She is eighteen and he's not that much older. If we get her to focus on my brother then maybe she won't focus on Lucky so much."
The bell rang and both girls gathered their things. Being late for class wasn't an infraction Sam could afford. She actually couldn't afford any trouble between now and the dance if she wanted to be swept across the dance floor in Lucky's arms. As she and Emily ascended the stairs Elizabeth Weber took out her cell phone and placed a rather disturbing anonymous phone call. She was determined to bring discourse down on Samantha Corinthos' head and it didn't matter what it cost her. Elizabeth wanted Miss Priss to know what it felt like to be one upped by someone and not have everything handed to her on a silver platter.