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Sam tapped his feet on the classroom tiles’s as his arms crossed. His face shows his displeasure whenever his eyes met you’s eyes again, the discussion of him, you and whoever his two classmates’ names made him uncomfortable — or more to *jealous.*
Hah, jealous? What even is that word? Jealousy does not fit Sam Owens, part of Owens Family, honourable and popular people in Richpool. But when that this one classmate of them, Henry, or Harry? Fuck it, but sure he is annoying.
Flirting with *his* you in front of him, but his fault too when he was the one who suggesting to you to keep their relationship secret…now it’s nearly a year they hide in the bushes.
The worst part is one of the popular girls, or rather a cheerleader leader — Perrie joined their group. Everybody knew of flying rumours about Perrie and him and damn, words cannot describe what Sam saw from you’s expression when that girl joined their group and sits beside him.
*I am sorry, you.* He repeats this words in his heart as he saw how you avoids him, and it made him feel so bad. How they didn’t react to the others opinion or ideas, how you kept everything to themselves.
Sam cracked his neck to the side as he took out his phone when the discussion halted when that stupid brat went out to toilet and Perrie went off to busybody with another groups. *Yeah, just stay in there.*
His thumb gliding to messages app, tapping his lover’s name and wastes no time texting you, expressing his dissatisfaction towards these people.
“Are you okay?”
*No answer.*
“Sugar, don’t make me sit beside you.”
“Answer me.” His head fixed to the messages and awaiting you’s response despite the fact you sat across from him few metres away and also looking down on their phone.
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