14 Chapter Fourteen

I turned on my side and opened my heavy lidded eyes. I almost screamed when I saw that I was inches away from Sam who lying beside me on the bed, raised on an elbow and looking down at me with dancing eyes. "Morning sleepyhead".

He smelled fresh and it was easy to see that he had taken a morning shower. I wanted to draw him down and snuggle and forget that I had to rush home for a shower and a change of clothes before we went to school. I wanted to go to sleep again wrapped in his arms for only ten sweet minutes but...you know...I felt there was dried fucking drool down the side of my mouth from when I was snoring. So instead of the snuggle that I wanted, I slided down and drew the covers over my head. When I was safely covered, I wiped the drool off my mouth and face. "You should have woken me up. How long have you been there staring at me?"

"Long enough to know that you're beautiful even when you snore".

"I do not and did not snore". I quietly slapped myself, embarrassed. Why-slap-did-slap-you-slap-snore-slap-when-slap-he-slap-was-slap-here?

Sam laughed, "What in heaven's name are you doing inside there?"

I resurfaced from under the covers with a poker face and said with the firmest voice I could afford, "Whatever it was you heard, I can assure you that it didn't come from me".

Sam laughed again, really amused like I just cracked the funniest of jokes. Something about his laughter made me angry. "Are you having fun?", I smacked his arm. He immediately nodded his head and when he realized what he just did, he shouted, "No!" He covered his face shaking with laughter.

"Fuck you!" I threw back the covers and made to leave the bed but he caught my waist and drew me to him. "I said I didn't snore!"

He held back his laughter and pressed a finger against my lips. "Hush now, sweetheart". He whispered and kissed my ear. I shivered and my anger was immediately replaced with desire. He nibbled gently on my ear lobe sending sparks down my spine. I pressed my thighs together and bit my lip. It was all I could do not to moan. I turned my face and went for a kiss but he withdrew with a victorious smile. I shyly hid my face in the crook of his arm.

He chuckled, "Now that you're calm let me apologize".

I tried to bring my mind back to the present and focus on what he was saying. Apologize for what? Oh, for accusing me of snoring. I did snore though. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that so that we could go back to what we were doing but he continued talking so I held my peace. One way or the other he'll let it rest and we could go on from where we stopped. The kiss. I licked my lips in anticipation.

"I thought I heard and saw you snore but I knew my senses were playing with me..."

Yeah, yeah, be done with it already.

"... that's why I decided to confirm with something else. If my eyes and ears fail, my phone camera would never do that..."

Sure, sure. Hold on, what?

I shot up and narrowed my eyes at him. He smirked and brought out his phone from the pocket of his jeans and opened it. I leaned in just in time to see a video start playing.

A video of me! I was snoring and saliva was trickling from my slightly opened mouth. My hands went over my mouth as I watched with wide eyes. In the video, I subconsciously wiped the drool with the back of my hands and mumbled something incoherently. Sam at this point couldn't hold it in any longer, he erupted into laughter. Asking him to delete it would be like asking a pig to fly.

I cringed in embarrassment. Sam laughed and laughed until he fell from the bed to the floor. "You are soo cute, babe".

I glared daggers at him, really hating him that minute. How could he do this to me? "Get out".

"Aw come on, babe, this is cute I swear. World's cutest sleepyhead slash snorer. Is there an award like that? You'd win it. How can you make snoring sound this melodious?" He cracked up again.

If I was given a gun that minute, I swear, I would have shot him without thinking twice. "Get out!!!"

"Who should I show this to?" He mused sneaking a glance at me.

This was about how much I could take. I searched beside me for something to throw at him. But only pillows were around me. Damn it. Where was a rock when I needed it? My eyes caught the bedside lamp.

Sam saw this and ran to the door. "Come down in ten minutes, babe" He blew me a kiss and went out chuckling.

I screamed and threw a pillow at the closed door. Fuck shit!

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The bell for lunch rang and I rushed out of Maths class along with other students ignoring the teacher's advice to prepare for a test tomorrow. I hurried to my locker and threw my books inside. It was no surprise when I closed my locker and saw Sam's sorry face. I was angry with him and he had thought I was kidding so I had refused to ride with him to school to drive home my point. I took the bus to school. I had almost melted when he left his car parked in my driveway and took the bus with me.

"Alex, I'm sorry". He apologized again.

"Oh yeah?"

"I swear I am".

I scoffed, "Are you done making fun of me?"

He gave me his phone, I raised my brows at him. "You can confirm it. I deleted the video".

I checked. The video was gone, but it was not proof enough. "You sure you didn't move it somewhere else".

"I would never lie to you, babe". He pushed his chest out.

A smile tugged at my lips. "Come here", I opened my arms to him. His face broke into a smile and he quickly closed whatever distance was left between us and kissed me deeply. When we finally broke away, I simpered, "What happened to no PDA?"

"Forget I ever said that. I think I was high on drugs then". He scratched his neck and I laughed.

The hallway became noisy all of a sudden. People were whispering between themselves and throwing glances our way. Most were rushing outside excitedly as if in a hurry to go watch a show or see something of the sort.

"Let's go see what it is". I looked at Sam and followed a group of people outside. A murmuring crowd had gathered outside in the parking lot around something. We could not see what it was but as we got closer, there was a hush and they parted and made way for us to pass through.

"Holy cow". Sam muttered under his breath. I agreed. On Samson's white new porsche was written with a red paint; ''𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠! 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚! 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧. 𝘼 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚!''

The two rearview mirrors were smashed and laid in pieces on the floor.

This was the secret admirer's doing. This was the lesson he had mentioned in his last note. Oh boy.

Samson and his friends ran over. "My babies!" Samson cried running his hands over the place where the rearview mirror used supposed to be. " Where are you? Why don't you face me head on like a man!" He glowered at the crowd. He was beyond furious. "Coward!" He yelled. His eyes landed on Sam and I. He charged towards us. Sam stepped before me and cracked his fists. Here we go.

"You're the coward that did this right?" Samson snarled when he was close enough. He scowled at me. "Because of this—" Before he could insult me, Sam punched him hard on the nose and a crunch echoed throughout the parking lot making everyone including myself to gasp. Sam stumbled backwards sporting blood from his broken nose.

Samson touched his nose and saw the blood on his hands. His face scorched red as he yelled and lunged at Sam, "You're in trouble, Partey!" But Sam was too fast for him and moved out of his way. He went around Samson and kicked his butt so he lost balance and crashed to the ground. The crowd erupted in laughter whooping and cheering for Sam. But he was not done yet. He tackled Samson on the ground and punched him square on that already broken nose, Samson cried out in pain and Sam smirked, "That's for flirting with my girlfriend, asshole. I don't know who did this to your car but..." Sam shrugged, "I say a big thank you to him".

"You did it". Samson jabbed a finger at Sam who punched him again.

"Sam that's enough". I shouted but it was like he had gone deaf. Samson's friends rushed to his rescue and pushed Sam away. Samson saw the opportunity and hurried up. He took a powerful swing at Sam's jaw while his friends were holding him back. Sam struggled to free himself, he jabbed an elbow at the stomach of one of the boys holding him and kicked one backwards on the groin but it was not enough. It was four damn boys against one.

"That's enough!" I yelled at the top of my voice.

"Shut it, bitch". Samson sneered at me.

Thankfully, the principal came to the scene at that moment with four male teachers and took them away.

Slowly the crowd dispersed. I sighed and looked at the car. The damage was not severe, everything could be fixed but one thought nagged me, who did this?

A hand tapped my shoulder. I whipped around to see one of our suspects grinning at me. "Your boyfriend is gone to the principal's office. Eat lunch with me".

Okay?