Fools

33- Noah

Noah

Getting interrupted by Haven was disappointing, but it was alright because Haven needed Sam in that moment. Getting interrupted by Carter was irritating as shit, but just bad timing, I supposed. And like Sam told me, we had plenty of time to have sex... so I fucking thought!

No. A month. A stupid, mother fucker month of continuous interruptions, and conflicting schedules, and I was getting sexually frustrated. Sam and I had about three other 'perfect' opportunities to finally have sex for the first time together and each time was interrupted. Twice by Haven and her pathetic fights with Zach 'cause God forbid she breaks up with the star quarterback and move down a notch in her popularity status.

Okay, maybe I was being harsh. I liked Haven, she was funny and supportive of Sam and I. But, Jesus fucking Christ, she was getting on both mine and Sam's nerves because she kept going back to Zach and then running to Sam crying! Just break up for fuck's sake!

And then the third interruption was, get this, Sam. It went something a little like this;

Sam and I were in his bedroom. His parents at work and I had convinced Sam to skip the rest of the school day- us leaving after lunch- so we could be alone in his house.

As soon as we entered his bedroom, I shut the door, and pulled him to me. I kissed him with urgency, my hands on his face as I stepped forward until I was pushing him on his neatly made bed. Sam leaned up on his elbows, watching me as I stood in between his legs and tore off my shirt.

Sam's face was flushed and his lips already a shade pinker. His green eyes, lustful. He raised his arms so I could lift his shirt over his head before his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. Sam kissed my abs, his hands moving up my naked back then down to my ass, squeezing lightly.

I leaned down, kissing Sam again until I was kneeling in front of him, my hands going to his belt buckle. Sam's hand in my hair, his breathing ragged. "This is definitely better than going to Government," Sam had said.

I looked up at him, "yeah, especially since I'm failing," I chuckled.

Sam didn't find that funny.

I almost fell on my ass when Sam abruptly stood up with a gasp, "you're failing? Noah, why didn't you tell me," and he put his shirt back on.

I groaned, racking my hands through my hair as I laid down on his carpet floor. "I was exaggerating." I wasn't.

I didn't want to tell Sam about needing a tutor. I don't know why, but I just didn't want him seeing how shit I was at school while he was a fucking straight A student. It was embarrassing.

But, too late. Sam sat on the floor next to me. "Noah." Sam said my name like he was disappointed. I rolled my eyes. "You need Government to graduate. It's not an elective."

Like I didn't fucking know that. "Ugh, Sam, I know."

"I can help you study," then he got up and held out his hand for me. I sighed, taking his had so he could help me up. I knew I couldn't get mad at Sam because he was right; I wouldn't graduate without passing Government. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

It was horrible, but I ended up getting a C on my next quiz, so I guess it was beneficial to have an intelligent boyfriend that insisted on helping me pass my class.

Still, I was sexually frustrated. But luckily, Thanksgiving was the following day meaning Sam and I would be in a beautiful vacation house in Wisconsin together. That was also where I was planning on telling everyone Sam and I were dating. (Carter had been surprisingly well at keeping our secret... besides a few sly comments that no one picked up on).