SAMMY'S POV.

There you are.

I grab his hand in the midst of the crowd, pulling him towards me and to the wall.

With the groan he lets out, I am sure it must have hurt. Am not so good at controlling my strength.

So this is the Derek..huh.. He looks like a typical playboy. Very slim, well build body and a fair height. Not as tall as My ice prince tho. He has that curvy blonde hair, the dark blue eyes, and a smiley face.

My ice prince rolls with a playboy and not a nerd like I had thought.

"How can I help you with Sam." His voice is calm and collected.

Fuck...he knows my name.

Told y'all am popular.

Snap out of it Sammy. Back on the mission.

"You are Blade's friend right?" I place both hand by the side of his head. Caging him with my body.

"So it's him and not me you want." He pouts, his playboy self coming to the surface.

"Cut it out playboy. You are his friend right?" I roll my eyes.

"Huh...if you really want to know. Yes am Blade's friend." His lips slowly stretch into a thick smile. "His only friend."

Rub it in my face motherfucker.

"You know his locker combination right?"

"Why would you need that?" He eyes me suspiciously.

"Do you know it or not?" I scowl.

"ICE PRINCE." Ice prince? That's his locker combination. That what's my idiotic besties couldn't figure out.

"Thank you Derek." I set him free, walking the opposite direction.

"If you decide to give up, I will be right here. Waiting." He says with a wink.

"I won't, so don't." I  wink back.

Fishing my phone out of pocket I send a text to Cynthia.

ME: The locker combination is 'ICE PRINCE.'

CYNTHIA: Roger that boss.

Boss. I love it when she calls me that. That's what happens when you lose a deal.

Time for my next class. Social studies.

Also one of my favorites.

All eyes turns to me as I walk inside the class, taking the sit next to my favourite person. His head on the table as always.

"Good morning ...." I greet cheerily, my smile booming at his frustrated groan.

That means he recognizes my voice. Another improvement.

"Won't you at least acknowledge my greetings." I lean over, releasing my breath on the back of his neck.

"Move over." He threatens. "Or I will kick you."

"Wow...so rude." I retreat knowing well he'd do it.

So this is how it has been. I try my best to make him talk to me and he In turns keeps threatening me.

"Good morning class." Miss Eren walks into the class. Curved on her lips is her signature full smile.

"Good morning miss Eren." The whole class chorus.

She is the only teacher who insists on keeping this childish behavior. I mean do we have to reply like a bunch on dumbfools?

Yes. Cause failure to do so is a one way ticket to getting F9 in her subject.

"Now how are you all today?" She settle into her chair. Adjusting her fancy glasses.

"Absolutely fine." , "Superb." ,"Horny" , "Naruto." , "Thumbs up." , "Depressed." And more echos on the walls of the room.

"Happy." I add with a light bounce. The chair next to me scrapes back, and the owner sits up.

"That's good." Miss Eren says, then turn to the board. Scribbling down some things. "So this session, one and half of your marks is going to be based depending on how well you perform on your project."

"Project?" A random voice asks.

No shit, Not a fucking project. A project in social studies is never, never good.

Last time we were asked to clean up the school for a month. A whole month. I almost died.

Groans and grunts fills the class, all except the boy next to me contributes to it.

"Don't worry this time it will be really easy." Miss Eren gestures for the class to clam down. She said that the last time. The last, last time. And the last, last, last time before.  "Now let's take a look at what we have on the board."

'THE SOCIAL PROJECT.'

What the fuck.

"It's exactly what you see." She tears a sheet of paper from the note sitting on her desk. "Pair up in a team of one girl and on boy. Each team will be supposedly dating and doing all that couples do, but in this case you have to take notes on your partner. This is to be submitted in four weeks time."

This....this is the best day of my life.

I send Cynthia a smirk, she had slip into the class during the last minute. probably late from the task I sent her to do.

It's the only class we share together other than gym.

"Now pair up people." Miss Eren urges. "If your seat mate is of the opposite sex then should be a pair, if not, exchange with another seat."

A hand shoots up as soon as Miss Eren finishes. "Can't I change my partner."

Am I that bad that you can't wait to get away from me?

"Nope. You and Sammy are already a pair." I send her a thank you watching her mouth back the words. 'you are welcome.'

This is why she will forever remain one of my favorite teacher.

I write my name on the list, passing the paper over to....

I watch as his pen moves on the paper, carving out his name in a elite manner.

"Alleso Blade." Just as sekzy as it's bearer.

"If you name is already on the list you can take the rest of the period off." My savior announces, half of the class emptying in a flash.

"Wait...." God...how can he walk so fast.

I grab by back, running for the door. "Wait..." My ice prince.

He finally listens, his head turning sideways as he watches me with the corner of his eye.

"Your phone number?"

"So we can talk about it. The project." I rephrase, his look as emotionless as always.

It must take a lot of energy to keep it up. I mean don't he gets tired. Like try to smile.

"I will text you later." He states, then continues walking.

Text me. 'You don't even have my number.' I want to scream, but decided to let it go. Studying the back of his form instead.

"How can someone posses such a nice ass." I sigh, shaking my head.

"You should restrain from looking at people's ass, Sammy." I jump.at the voice. My eyes falls on Miss Eren who is the cause of my misery.

"It's not people. Just him." I say in defense.

"Well Blade is sure a nice boy. A very hard but to crack." She smile sweetly at me. "And let me tell you a secret. Hard nuts tastes the best."

Hard nuts the best.

"Dreken." She waves at the poor physics teacher,  with one loud holler she makes her way to him. "Catch you next time Sammy. You know my office if you need any help cracking the nut."

Huh....isn't she so lovely. This is my she is my fav. I can never get tired of saying this.

Now, back to the nut a.ka. The Ice Prince.

I can't wait for his text...hehehehe...