AN: Thank you trixyflixy for your review, S&S were always my favourite BSC pairing as well. Jenna I can't thank you enough for always giving such insightful reviews. In regards to the way the chapter was primarily from Sam's perspective, I have been alternating between the two every chapter so all the odd chapters are mostly Sam and the evens are Stacey. Since they are primarily dialogue I can see how that would be hard to pick up. As for the non-consensual thing I wrote it that way because of Sam's hang ups about her age. Remember, Sam was the one that didn't want to sleep with her, so when he does he's disgusted by his own lack of control. He never even considered that she might have wanted him in the same way. I'm not going to give Stacey's perspective just now but trust that her feelings will become clearer in later chapters. I understand it's difficult to understand everything partway through, especially for a story just written in scenes. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this one.

"What the hell is going on Stacey!"

She tried to walk away only to be pushed back against the brick wall.

"Leave me alone!" she yelled back.

"No," he roared, "we're talking about this now."

Stacey narrowed her eyes at the boy now pinning her shoulders against the brick wall. "You're not my boyfriend Brad," she said sternly, "we've only gone out a few times."

"Oh is that right," he sneered back. "Well how the hell do you define a boyfriend then Stacey because in my book, you go out with me then you're my girlfriend."

Stacey's heart beat painfully in her chest. She only really considered herself to having had three real boyfriends. Robert who she'd dated in the eighth grade and who had cheated on her. Ethan, with whom she had tried the long distance thing with and hadn't really worked out. Then of course Sam. With all three of them she had done a lot more than just go out on a few dates before she had considered them her boyfriend.

"You barely even know me," she replied trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"And who's fault it that?" he shot back.

He was pushing her shoulders so hard it was starting to hurt "Let go of me," she demanded again. "I don't feel well."

"Yeah right," Brad snorted, "you fucking liar. All you have to do is kiss me Stacey, I don't see why that is so god-damn difficult."

"Because I don't want to you fucking creep, now let go of me before I hurl."

He glared at her before leaning forward and crashing his mouth against hers. He was pushing himself hard against her when she kicked out her foot and managed to connect with his shin.

"Fuck," he spat, "you stupid bitch."

He raised his hand and Stacey flinched. Expecting the slap that never came. When she opened her eyes she seen Brad being dragged backwards by the collar of his shirt.

"Hey asshole," Sam snapped, yanking his collar roughly, "don't even fucking try it."

"Keep out of this Thomas," the other boy warned, managing to break out of the grip Sam had on him. "This is none of your fucking business."

"Stacey come here," Sam said opening his arms, completely ignoring what Brad had said.

"Yeah that's right, go to him you fucking tease," Brad spat on the ground as Stacey immediately moved his way. She halted though when Sam swung his fist, knocking Brad square on the nose, his head snapping back grotesquely.

"Fuck!" Brad cursed as he stumbled backwards.

Sam ignored him as he grabbed Stacey by the hand and pulled her along after him.

"Sam I don't feel well," Stacey said groggily as she was pulled away at speed. Sam stopped immediately and looked back at her face. Stacey could see by the look of concern on his face that she must have been a little green.

"Are you going to vomit?" he asked her directly.

She shook her head no. "I don't think so," she said. "My stomach just feels all churney."

He nodded and dropped down to sit on the grass, pulling her to sit between his legs. They were right at the back of the high school grounds, a place that was technically out of bounds for students during lunch time.

"How did you find me?" she asked, resting her head back against his chest to hear the comforting sound of his heart beat.

"I was late coming out of chemistry," he answered, gesturing to the classrooms that were not far away, "and I heard you," he finished. "What the hell were you doing with Brad Walcott anyway?" he asked her, "the guy is a cretin."

"I don't know," she said.

"I thought he was cute," she admitted after a pause, "plus he's tall."

"Well he's a grade A psycho," Sam warned her. "You keep away from him."

"I know," Stacey mumbled, "I will."

He sighed and Stacey looked up to see his expression still livid. His eyes softened though when she gave him a small smile.

"I thought you thought I was the cutest senior," he said, his blue eyes sparkling playfully. "And you thought I was really tall."

Stacey broke into a wider smile and pushed him playfully. "Stop fishing for compliments," she said.

"I think you're the cutest sophomore," he said lowly, lifting his hand off the grass to cup her cheek. "How's your stomach?" he asked her.

Stacey looked at him with her eyes wide. Truthfully the nausea in her stomach had been replaced with a familiar flutter that she got when he was especially sweet to her.

"Fine," she sighed, leaving her bottom lip open as the word left her lips.

"Good," he replied before leaning forward and replacing Brad's abrasive kiss with his own.