"Sam. Sammie. Sam."

I blinked, still pretending to read the book I was holding in front of me.

"Is he okay?" I heard him ask my friend, Paul.

Paul laughed, "Ask him yourself, Jay."

"I've been trying to for the past ten minutes," he stated, letting out a frustrated sigh and running a hand through his messy dark brown hair.

"Then try harder," Paul said highly amused, and then left the room.

The little bitch ditched me. I made a mental note to get back at him for that.

Deep blue eyes flickered over towards me. I pretended not to notice, taking a sip of the warm coke in my left hand, book still held steadily in my right.

"...your books upside down."

Oh. I knew that.

"I'm practicing a new technique of reading," I retorted, looking at him angrily.

His face held a triumphant grin. "That wasn't too hard now was it?"

I blinked. "Fuck," I swore, carelessly discarding the book on the ground.

"..."

I stared at the wall in front of me, now.

"...you're fucking impossible, you know that?" He chuckled dryly. "I don't even know why you're so pissed off."

Without thinking, I answered, eyes snapping up to meet his. "I saw you with that girl, what's her name? Chloe, is it? Sitting together at lunchtime." I looked at him accusingly.

He raised an eyebrow, eyes dancing with amusement. "Is that what this is about?" He laughed.

My face heated up. "Yeah, yeah it is," I muttered. "Stop laughing."

His laughter stopped, fading into small chuckles of amusement. "I'm sorry. You... you wouldn't happen to be," he grinned, "jealous, would you?"

I spluttered out my coke. "What?!"

He nodded, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Thought so," he murmured, taking a step towards me.

I was sitting in my rather comfortable bean-bag chair. I didn't want to fucking move.

"Sammie," Jay cooed, squatting down to eye level and leaning forward so that our faces were just inches apart.

Just.

Fucking.

Inches.

Apart.

"What do you want?" I said coolly, looking him dead in the eye.

He smirked, the mischievous twinkle still in his eyes. "You."

I barely had enough time to open my mouth before his lips captured mine, one of his arms snaking around my waist, the other in my jet black hair.

He broke the kiss, forehead leaning against mine, both panting from lack of air.

Sweet, sweet Jay- uh, I mean air.

I smiled. "You're a bastard."

He grinned. "You know it."