Will turned up his nose primly as he retorted, "Big talk, Mr. I Found My Sexy Crossdresser. Not everyone is as lucky as you. Some of us actually have to work hard to find their own Sammy."
Sammy looked pained. "Will, um, I doubt every other person in this building is a girl in disguise."
"According to statistics, there are hundreds of girls enrolled in all boys school."
Caine looked interested. "Really?"
"That's because he compiles his statistics from the fictional romance novels he reads online, idiot," Jack snapped.
Will escaped Vincent's clutches and hugged Sammy. "Happy Birthday, Sammy!"
"It's not my birthday."
"It will be."
"In three weeks, Will."
"Celebrations are never too early."
Vincent wrapped an arm around Sammy and steered her down the hall. "Bye, Will."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Somewhere that has no you or anybody else. I have to talk to Sammy alone."
"Stingy hog."
* * *
Vincent led Sammy down the steps into a quiet alcove away from the din of the hallways. He turned around, leaned against the cool marble wall, and held her hand.
She stood before him with her eyebrows furrowed. "What's going on, Vincent? We have class in half an hour."
He pulled gently, drawing her near him. "Nothing. I just felt like I haven't really been around you much ever since you moved out."
"Headmaster Finnigan was really generous – and from what he told me, your mother had a lot to do with it."
"Guess she finally saw how wonderful you are."
"Um, maybe. But she also told me for now so I guess that's exactly what it means. For now, we'd just have to be content with what we have."
He arched an eyebrow before pressing his forehead to hers. Her head dipped backward. He grinned, "Like I'd ever let this just be it."
"Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind, Young Master Grenford?"
"If I can think up of something that got me stabbed, then I think I can think of – okay, that sounded wrong."
She rolled her eyes. Turning around, she leaned back against his chest while keeping his arms wrapped around her shoulders. His chin came down to rest in the crook of her neck. For a moment, they just stood there, her fingers trailing circles on his arm while he pressed his cheek against hers. "Say, where did Tristan go these couple of days?"
"His father called him home for some reason," he mumbled absentmindedly.
"Is it something bad?"
"Nah, he said it was just a nuisance he had to take care of."
"Do you think he'll be back soon?"
"Yup."
"He'll be okay?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Huh?"
"His dad is pretty stubborn. The problem might not be solved as easily as Tristan might expect."
"Oh."
"Yeah, Mr. Harland's a good father."
"You think so?"
"Mmhmm."
"What about your father?"
"Have you been using perfume?"
"Never. What about your father?" She twisted her neck around to eye him.
"He's alright. You'll meet him soon, I think. So what do you want for your birthday?"
"What?"
"Celebrations are never too early."
"I don't mean that. I meant, what do you mean I'm going to meet him?"
"It'll happen sooner or later." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Don't look so worried. He's, um, just weird."
"What?"
"I said, not to worry. When it comes, we'll deal with it. Until then –" His hands touched her waist and he turned her around, encircling his arms around her. "- I have a big important question for you."
"Uh huh. I see." She gave him a wary look. "Well, what is this all important inquiry?"
"Well, you see," he mused. "I've always wondered, who did I really fall for? Shy little Sam Westlane or was it the mysterious Samantha - well, Samowa - in the green mask?"
She closed her eyes and chuckled in disbelief.
He leaned forward and murmured in her ears. "And who exactly am I holding now? Sam or Samantha?"
She shook her head and tongue in cheek, she looked up. "How about Sammy?"
"So what? A hybrid fusion?" He grinned, his fingers caressing her hips.
"Just Sammy." Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as she leaned up on tiptoes. "Your Sammy."
And there was no need for any other words.
The End
* * *
The chair creaked as the boy leaned back, stretching his arms. He yawned loudly as he twisted his neck. His hazel eyes were illuminated eerily by the blue light from the computer screen before the corner of his lip tipped up. "My precious …" he crooned.
The lights flickered on and he jerked back, cowering in his chair and holding his hands to his eyes. "I'm blind! I've been blinded!"
"Will, what are you doing?"
William blinked blearily in the sudden brightness. Jack strode across the room, his eyes trained on his friend in suspicion. "What are you doing?" he repeated.
Sammy peeked into the room, followed shortly by Vincent and Tristan.
Caine stepped in and plopped down onto the bed. "What's happening, manwhore?"
William took a deep breath and clapped a hand to his chest. "Good. You're all here! Just in time to share with me my proudest moment! I, William Carter, have taken the liberty to recount Sammy and Vincent's moving tale of love and passion to the world!"
Caine arched an eyebrow. "You blogged it?"
"No! Even better. After months of reading stories online, I've decided to take the plunge myself. I wrote a novel!"
There was silence and then, "You?"
"I'm very good with words and I assure you, my fans love me!"
"You have fans?"
Will frowned at his friends, disgusted. "What's that supposed to mean?" He sniffed. "Well, good thing not everyone is as tasteless as you guys. Someone appreciates me out there."
Tristan cleared his throat. "I, um, just didn't know you had so much stamina to complete such a big project."
Will winked lasciviously. "Oh, I'm always good with stamina. Want me to sh-"
"No."
Sammy laughed nervously, leaning against Vincent as he looped an arm around her shoulders. "Well, that's great, Will. I'm happy for you. You've found a much more productive hobby than, um, tackling random guys in the hallways."
"Oh, it's very fun, and even though the focus was on Sammy and Vince, I especially enjoyed including the tales of everyone's number one favorite character: me!"
"You wrote about yourself?" Jack gaped.
"I also wrote about you," Will waggled his brows. Jack turned green.
Vincent eyed the computer suspiciously. "I just don't know why you wrote about me and Sammy. Why not someone else like, uh –" His grey eyes roamed the room and fell on Tristan. "- Tristan and -" The blond boy narrowed his eyes at his friend and Vincent snapped his mouth shut.
A slow grin swept across the vivacious author's face and he started making a thoughtful sound in his throat that sent chills crawling up the other boy's spine. Tristan refused to meet Will's steady scrutiny, but his features paled.
Will beamed in a flash of white teeth, his right eyebrow snaking upward. "Well then, that's just a whole other story, isn't it?"
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Ninetee
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Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty
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