/Samantha/
"Jailbait, I've been thinking about you a lot. I am truly sorry for everything that has transpired, and I humbly ask that you allow me to make amends. I swear to you, B x x', that it will never, ever happen again.
I hurriedly deleted the message in case Henry saw it; he would absolutely lose his mind if he did, and he was already planning to beat the living daylights out of Blake as it was. Henry slung an arm around my shoulder and said, "Hey, Samantha bear, come on, I'll walk you to class," as he walked me to my next class.
I was scheduled to be in Gym with him, but because I hurt my arm, I had to spend the hour in the study hall instead. I gave him a slight nod and leaned in close to him as we continued walking because I cherished the feeling of security that he provided for me. When he pulled away from the kiss, he had that old tortured expression on his face, which I now realize was because he wanted to do more than what he was doing. The kiss at the door sent tingles down my spine, and when he pulled away, he had that expression on his face.
When I saw him, I got a funny feeling in my stomach, so I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the restroom as quickly as I could. I had just finished locking the doors when he came out laughing and asked, "What the heck are you doing, Samantha bear?" He was searching about to make sure no one else was in there at the time. He moaned in the back of his throat as he pushed me against the wall and kissed me deeply as I was pressed up against the wall.
I drew him to me and kissed him hungrily. When I was on the verge of passing out, he pulled away and began kissing his way down my neck, gradually increasing the intensity of the burning sensation throughout my entire body. He reached his hand down to my rear end and lifted me off my feet. As I wrapped my legs around him, I felt like I was going to burst from the amount of pleasure I was experiencing.
Right at that moment, the alarm bell rung. Henry whimpered, "Noooooooooo," as he rested his head on my shoulder in a defeated manner. As he set me down and unlocked the bathroom door, I couldn't help but have a chuckle. He looked at me as if he wanted to attack me right then and there, and the mere thought of it made me shudder. We pretended that we had been there the whole time when we actually sneaked out to the parking lot with the other people.
"The devil knows where you two have been!" When Jerry asked me this question with a wide grin on his face, I immediately flushed, and Henry threw his arms around me securely so that I could bury my face in his chest. Jerry's grin was enormous.
Henry chuckled as he admitted that they had become disoriented. Everyone else in the class was laughing as well, and after about twenty minutes of waiting, we were finally permitted to go back inside the building. It turned out that the alarm had been caused by someone playing around in science by melting a pen on a Bunsen burner. I risked nothing more than giving Henry a peck on the cheek before turning around and heading back to class.
While Henry had practice after school, I lingered in the study hall to do the math assignment that I had started earlier. As soon as I saw that he was almost done, I exited the building and went to the parking lot to wait for him there.
He grabbed me from behind and pressed himself against me, pressing his hand all the way down my thighs as he did so. I murmured while leaning back against him, "You finished early." He felt a little off against my back, not as comfy as he usually is. "You finished early." I scowled and turned to check on him to make sure he was all right. Blake was the one who uttered the gasp, not Henry. I took a few steps backwards while stumbling, and he followed me with a grin on his face.
While he was leaning in to kiss me, he remarked, "Hi, Jailbait."
I made a last-second decision to shift my head, which resulted in him kissing my cheek rather than my lips; as he pulled away furiously, I instinctively flinched.
"Wh...what are you doing h...here?" is a question often asked. I asked while feeling nauseous and searched all about for Henry, who should have been coming out of practice at any moment. The parking lot was deserted, and there was no one to assist anyone.
When he reached for my hand to shake it and said, "Silly, I came to see my girlfriend," I resisted his grasp and backed away. Girlfriend? After everything that he's done to me, does he really expect me to believe that?
"Blake, I'm not your girlfriend; Henry and I are dating," she said. I said it, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I wished I hadn't. He gave me a smack across the face and gave an angry expression.
"You motherf***ing whore, I had no doubt that you were seeing that man! You claimed that you were merely friends, for f**k's sake! "He yelled right into my ear. I couldn't help but shake, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't get my feet to move.
I tried to protest by saying, "I...I...didn't, we...we just just got together....I wasn't," but he responded by slapping me across the cheek once more, which this time caused me to fall to the ground. When I tried to break my fall by putting out my hands, the pain in my fractured wrist surged back up my arm, causing me to scream and grit my teeth.
"Right this minute, you're going to end things with him!" In his anger, he spat at me while dragging me up from the floor by my strong arm. His grip was so firm that it caused me to grimace.
At that that moment, there was a blur, and Blake crashed to the ground. Henry grabbed me and helped lift me off the ground before pushing me gently in the direction of Jerry, who was holding on to me closely. I peered up through my tears to see Henry. Both Daniel and Thomas walked behind Henry and stood ready to assist him in case he required it; however, he did not. Henry dove to the ground and immediately began striking Blake.
"I told you to go f*** yourself and leave her alone!" I was crying as he continued to throw punch after punch while he was screaming at me. Henry gave Blake a powerful kick to the gut when Blake's face was covered in blood and he had his arms over his face as a defensive mechanism.
Chambers, do you hear me? I swear to God that if I ever see you near her again I will beat you until you are dead. Do you hear me? he said as he kicked him again and again. "If I ever see you near her again I will beat you until you are dead." Blake grimaced in pain and then nodded. While Henry was still flailing around and trying to knock the wind out of Blake, Thomas and Daniel seized hold of him and dragged him away from the scene.
Daniel's stern voice could be heard saying, "Enough Henry." Henry took a few long breaths and then nodded; after that, the other people let him go, and he came over to me, took me into his arms, and pulled me to his car, where he sat me on his lap and rubbed my back soothingly.
He whispered into my hair, "It's ok Samantha, it's ok beautiful girl," as he stroked my head. He stepped back to look at me, and as he did so, he stroked his hands over my face while grimacing as I reacted with a startled flinch whenever he touched my bruised cheek.
I wiggled my fingers on my injured arm, causing the pain to surge back up it as he questioned me in a hushed voice, "Are you okay?" he looked at me with worry. I whimpered, and he grabbed hold of my hand. "It's hurting again?" he questioned, seeming even more enraged than before. When I confirmed that it was, he hissed through his teeth. He shifted me into the passenger seat of the car and fastened my seatbelt before asking, "Ok, beautiful girl, how about we go back to the hospital and get it looked out, all right?"
They had to redo my cast because the break had moved slightly. The police came to take a statement, and because there were witnesses this time, they would be able to arrest Blake because the majority of the boys from the team had seen him slap me. It turned out that nothing else had broken in my arm, but the break had moved slightly. Henry was given a warning by the police about getting into fights, but happily he was not issued a caution due to the circumstances of the incident. Henry had called my parents and informed them that they would not need to come to the hospital because he would be driving me home. Henry had told them this over the phone.