Psst (Spencer)

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam rarely paid much attention in his classes.

English was the exception.

Even then, his focus didn't apply to the lessons themselves. His eyes were usually trained on one Miss Singleton. Her legs, her neckline, her backside.

Thankfully, the girl in the seat beside him was providing a suitable distraction from being distracted. Spencer was far more interesting than Miss Singleton now. Hell, she was practically his girlfriend.

While Miss Singleton was writing something about poetry or Shakespeare on the board, Sam grinned and tore a piece of paper from his notebook. After scribbling a message, he carefully folded it and flipped it onto her desk.

Hey Spence. I gotta question.

[Spencer Ellis]

Spencer, being the ever-diligent student that she was, had been taking notes and paying rapt attention to Miss Singleton's lecture. Sure, it was tempting to look over to her side and see Sammy sitting there, looking as handsome as always, but she knew that ultimately she would be the one helping him with his homework and studying for the quiz.

Which, for the record, she has no problems doing. Anyway she could help Sam, she would.

She had just bent down to copy what Miss Singleton was writing on the board when a piece of paper flipped onto her desk. She folded it open and smiled to herself. Of course Sam had a question.

What is it?

She wrote back, trying to pass the note back to Sammy as discreetly as she could. Spencer had never really passed notes in class before, but Miss Singleton's back was turned and Sammy needed her assistance. Spence even flashed him a little smile as she set the folded paper on the corner of his desk.

[Samuel Rixon]

It was a good thing he had someone like Spencer to look out for him. After all, he'd always been in danger of failing his academic classes, especially English, because, well...

Literature was boring. Poetry was boring, reading was boring, writing stories was boring.

Miss Singleton was interesting, though. And now, so was Spencer.

It still didn't make the material any better, however.

Once the paper was back, Sam flashed Spencer a devilish smirk and scribbled back.

What r u doing for the valentine dance?

This is why he needed to pay more attention in English.

[Spencer Ellis]

While waiting for Sam's response, Spencer went back to her notes, highlighting a couple important words in different colors, just so they'd look pretty.

The response had Spencer looking a little confused. That certainly have anything to do with the lecture.

I'm not sure. Why?

Yes, as smart as Spencer might be, she's not exactly... perceptive. And even though Sammy was almost like her boyfriend, she didn't think anything of the question.

[Samuel Rixon]

Notes? What were notes? Sam didn't know about this concept of notes.

Not for class, anyway.

To distract himself from the wait of the return note, Sam let his gaze wander back to Miss Singleton and her fantastic ass. Words on the board? They might as well have been Spanish. They weren't what he wanted to look at.

When the note came back, he eagerly read it before scribbling back.

Cause we shood go 2gether. Wanna?

Spencer, why are you eager to go anywhere with this moron?

[Spencer Ellis]

Spencer had to cover her mouth with her hand when she got the next question to keep herself from squeaking. She nearly scribbled a big "Yes" with exclamation marks and underlines and everything else in between, but she refrained herself, not realizing that her cheeks had gone pink.

I would love to!

There. That was much more collected and composed, yet still displayed a decent amount of excitement. She drew a little heart next to her answer, biting on her lip as she slid the note onto Sammy's desk. Were the butterflies in her stomach ever going to go away?

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam bit back a little smirk when Spencer covered her mouth with her hand. Truthfully, he would have considered it one of the best things ever if she had ended up squeaking. He'd just have to make due with her muted reaction.

When he read the note she returned, the pyro let out a ridiculously loud whoop of triumph and pumped his fist in the air.

"Fuck yes bitches! I got a DATE!"

No, he does not come with volume control. Sorry, Spencer.

... And Chloe.