Chapter 32: Extra 2 [Sam and Paris]

Third POV

Sam hissed angrily at her relaxation inside the girl's washroom. She sighed. She felt betrayed by her friend ditching her yesterday to meet up with a guy, causing her to get caught up in the rain making her too sick to attend classes today. Sam fixed her hoodie and shoved her hands inside the pockets of her hoodie. She couldn't blame Shela after all her friend's madly in love. She decided to visit her friend later on after class to give Shela a stern lecture instead.

Sam bought spicy ramen from the cafeteria and sat comfortably at the end of the table by herself. It wasn't because many were scared of her, it was more like they all fancy ehr and were all too shy to approach her, given her tomboy nature. Besides, the only friend she hangs out with is a class reject. Many were too cowardly to approach Sam, fearing that their popularity might fall.

Sam happily took a slirp from her ramen. A sudden ruckus made her stop eating her lunch. There she saw Paris Herryton showing the people who oppose her who's boss. Sam admitted that even if she's smitten with this girl, the girl still is a bully. Sam sighed. How should she approach this?

Sam lifted her chopsticked and began to gobble down her ramen. After finishing it, she approached the crowd. Her eyes widened with shock. Had the Paris she liked slapped a girl who is known to be feeble? The girl was sitting on the floor with tears flowing down her cheeks. She felt a surge of anger rise to her head. She handed the girl a handkerchief.

"What are you doing?" Paris asked in a loud voice.

Sam glanced towards Paris's direction. The other student's soon left one by one afraid of Paris's wrath. Sam sighed and helped the poor girl to her knees and told her to reunite with her friends who were let go by Paris's followers.

Sam ran her slender fingers through her short blue hair and sighed. What is she ever going to do with her dear Paris? Sam's anger turned to worry when she saw blood dripping from Paris's forehead. She grabbed Paris and forcefully carried her on her back, running towards the infirmary.

"Let go of me, you!" Paris shouted as Sam walked towards the infirmary.

Sam felt her heart twinge.

"Is this really the person who comforted me?" Sam whispered.

After hearing that, Paris stayed silent.

"What happened to your forehead?" Sam asked.

Paris really didn't want an outsider to know, but for some reason her heart felt the body warmth of Sam's.

"That girl I slapped a while ago, she caused this. It might have been an accident but she didn't even apologize," Paris said, biting her lip.

"Hmm. My bad. It's her fault huh? Still it would be better if you asked her to apologize instead of slapping her like that. Apologize to her later, I'll go with you," Sam said.

"No,' Paris said.

Sam sighed. How stubborn is Paris anyway. It would be better if she apologized instead in Paris's place.

"Fine, do what you want," Sam said.

They arrived shortly after inside the infirmary. Sam laid Paris down on the bed. As Sam was about to get up, Paris pulled Sam's hoodie towards her. Luckily, Sam has good reflexes and was able to stable herself on top of Paris in a kabedon gesture. Sam was in a daze state. After seeing the flushed face of Paris, realization came to her. She felt her face blushing furiously. Even without knowing that Minerva had seen everything, Sam panicked. How had she ended up in this position? That's right. Paris has pulled her hoodie, accusing her to fall.

Sam attempted to get up only to fall. Her hand slipped and before she knew it, her lips were on top of Paris's sweet cherry scented lips.

Sam's face blushed deeper red. She got up. Her heart became hopeful a little when she saw Paris's flustered face. Sam ran away from Paris speedlightning right after. There's no way she could face Paris after the kiss. Sam clenched her heart. It's definitely beating loudly. I hope she didn't hear that.

Paris sat there in a daze. That loud heartbeat was Sam's right? She felt her own heart race. She got up and left soon after then blushed again. Sam likes me? With that thought in her head, Paris felt somewhat embarrassed and happy.