Snippet #2736627

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S A MXM Y E R S
Location: Penthouse ---> School
Mood: Calm
Hex: #0000BF

Sam heard his phone buzz from his dreamy daze. Rolling over in bed, he reached out for it. What the hell is that? Sam thought as he felt an object between him and his nightstand. He pried his eyes open to see one of the maids laying half naked in bed with him. Sam smiled to himself. Oh yeah... Sam carefully reached over the young woman and snagged his phone from its charger. 7:05. Sam sat up surveying the room around him. Things hadn't gotten too crazy the night before. He spotted a couple of half finished bottles of expensive liquor on the counter and a trail of clothes leading from the pool table to the bed. Sam shrugged, glancing at the maid while he decided whether or not to clean up the mess or leave it for her. He opted to start on it himself, but he would leave her clothes on the floor. Springing out of bed, Sam quickly placed all of his things. back in their places. Sam was one of those people who has no problems functioning early in the morning. Once his feet hit the floor, he is ready to go.

With one last survey of the room, Sam headed to the the bathroom for his shower. After about 10 minutes, he stepped out into his now steamed up bathroom, dried off, and pulled out one of his several shirts to go with his uniform. He didn't really bother with his hair, just shaking it around with his hand and letting it fall. He didn't have anyone to impress at school. They all worshipped him anyway. Sam threw on his signature scarf and headed back into the main room for a morning drink. Picking up his phone, he realized that what had initially woke him up was a notification from Gossip Girl. To his surprise, he wasn't mentioned. Not that he cared. Sam enjoyed the drama that the reborn mystery gossip line brought the teens of the Upper Eastside. He was a little bothered by what Gossip Girl had said about Clara though. Sam had already started to feel Clara breathing down his neck. He knew that in here eyes the two of them were supposed to date due to social statuses. This wouldn't help matters. It isn't like Sam doesn't like Clara. She's hot. They get along. He knows her and her family well. It would reflect well on him. It's just Sam doesn't know if he is in the mood to settle down, and he wouldn't want to hurt someone he actually cares about. Plus, there's always been this unsaid thing between her and Dante... speaking of Dante. Sam glanced back down at his phone to send his best friend a text, along with a couple others.



Sam put back the last few sips of his drink in one gulp, took one more glance at his overnight guest, and head out the door. His driver was right on time. Sam reread the Gossip Girl post on the short drive to school, and he arrived at 8 on the dot. It took him about 5 minutes to walk to the gymnasium. On his way there he surveyed the new faces... especially the freshman girls. He came away generally unimpressed, although not every girl was a duckling. As he approached the doors of the gym, Sam could already hear Clara buzzing around the place way too fast for her own good. He smirked as he approached her from behind, catching the tail end of her question to Penelope. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

Sam tapped Clara on the shoulder softly. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." He threw his best mischievous smile her way.