SAMANTHA’S POV
I bumped into Samuel on my way out.
“You, little wench!” Samuel punched me playfully on my arm. Then he attempted to nudge his elbow at my side.
I automatically blocked him and asked an exasperated, “What?”
“What?” Samuel put his hand on his waists. ”What was with all that -- I can’t even say it!” Then pointing his finger at me, he continued, “I thought you said you like your PE teacher?”
“I said I have a crush on him.. Just like how 90% of our class does.” I rolled my eyes at him. I realized that I felt funny and unusually squishy between my thighs.
It was from earlier. Gosh! I think I need to change.
“Look at you blushing just by talking about your PE teacher,” Samuel said, as he knocked my head with his knuckles.
“What? Whatever.” I said
