Sam

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The bad dreams kept coming, all of them involving Logan, me, and that mysterious man I supposedly know. Sadly, I still can't figure out who it is. I'm worried. And, so very scared. Just having to leave Logan's side to go to class is stressful.

"Now class, I would like you to work on numbers 13 and 14, along with whatever you didn't finish last night for homework." Mr. Timmings said, before heading to his desk.

"Umm, can I ask what page we were working on.."

"Page seventeen." I said looking over to see Sam.

Wow, is he actually trying to get his work done? I'm impressed.

"Thank you, Jane. Oh, and I'm sorry about throwing those paper balls over your head yesterday.. I really shouldn't have done that. We shouldn't have done that." Sam glared over at Jacob.

"Ya, I'm sorry." Jacob said looking down at his desk. "It won't happen again.."

"It better not." I grumbled to myself.

I should probably get some work done now, not like it'll be that difficult.

I quickly got to work and finished in no time.

Hmm. What to do.

I slowly looked over at Sam, who was very focused on his work.

Hey, I got an idea.

I pulled out my blue notebook and started drawing.

He's pretty cute.

I started out drawing his hair, which was a sweet, brownish, blonde color. It was in a cute little mess on top of his head, pretty easy for me to draw.

I love his hair. That's one thing I do admire about Sam.

A few more seconds later, I'm done with his hair and drawing his face.

He has bright, green eyes. Wow, I've never noticed that before.

Soon enough, I was finished with my drawing.

Wow, this looks fantastic! I think this is one of the best pictures I've ever drew of someone. Looks as if, I just snapped a picture of him on my phone.

"Jane, may I take a look at this for a minute?"

Oh shit.

"Um.. sure. Mr. Timmings.." I said, my face turning bright red.

He looked over the picture, astonished at my work.

"Oh, Oh my. This is beautiful work Miss. Sparks. Are you thinking about taking some art classes?"

The whole class is looking at me now..

"Umm. Ya." I looked down at my desk.

Damn, now Sam is staring at me.

"Here you go." Mr. Timmings said, sitting my notebook back down on my desk. "Sorry, if I embarrassed you."

A few students started laughing a bit.

"Everyone back to work." He said, before heading back to his desk.

I put my head down to hide the redness of my face.

Gosh.

I kept my head down the rest of class, until the bell rang.

I jumped up, gathered my things, and rushed to the door.

Before I could make it to the hallway, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Huh?" I turned around and looked to see who it was. "Sam?"

Oh shit.

"Hey, Jane."

Oh gosh, this can't be happening.

"Uh, hi. W-what's up.. I mean, uh, what do you want?"

Hurt showed on his face, but he spoke anyway.

"Umm, I was just gonna ask about that picture you drew in class. I saw it when Mr. Timmings picked it up. Can I take another look at it, maybe?"

Yep. I knew this was coming.

A few people ran into me trying to get out the door, so I moved out of the way.

"Um, sure. I guess." I quietly mumbled the last part to myself.

I hesitated before handing him my notebook.

He flipped to the last page I worked on to see his picture.

"Wow.. That's amazing.."

A light blush came to my face. "Oh, umm, thank you so much."

His eyes looked up and met mine.

Green eyes. Sparkling, green eyes..

"Jane I-" Sam stopped talking as Mr. Timmings walked over to us.

"Get to class." He said before walking out of the class room.

"Umm," I scratched the back of my head. "So, what were you saying?"

Sam looked down. "Uh, we should get to class.. Hey, I got an idea, could we maybe talk sometime after school?"

"Uh, ya sure. Can I have my book back.?" I asked.

"Oh ya, here you go."

I took my book and we started out the door.

"See you around Sparks." Sam said, before rushing towards his class.

I slowly walked down the hall.

His eyes. Hmm..

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Ok I'm sorry you guys. I should have updated sooner. Love you all. I'll try to update more often. Also, sorry about the short chapter here. Don't hate me. Love you all.

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