King Of Thieves - Sam Mac! (ereader with dictionary .TXT) 📗

Sam's P.O.V (Point OF Veiw)

Chapter One: Seriously?

I looked up at my parents faces and almost bust out laughing. They look so serious, but I knew they weren't. We could not be moving. Especially there. No. I refuse to believe them...
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Turns out my parents weren't kidding. I'm now on my way, in the moving truck with my beloved Daddy (Please note my sarcasm), to Colorado. Just not by civilization. My parents have come to the conclusion that I am surrounded by "bad influences". A.K.A my bestfriend James.
I whiped the fog off my window sighing causing the window to fog up again. I drew a frowny face and a broken heart next to it. My phone vibrated in my pocket indicating that I got a text message. James was furious that I was moving, and still ranting. He actually came to my house this morning and yelled at my enraged parents. I personally thought it was halarious, but of course my parents didn't and called the police. James, of right now, has a fine of four hundred dollars for trespassing, and is very angry.
"Samantha!" My father said trying to gain my attention.
"What Daddy?" I asked, I call him "Daddy" when i'm angry at him.
He gave an angry aigh and looked up at my mother, who was following us closely behind in my Ford Shelby Cobra, also known as my baby. I swear if she wrecks my baby I'll...
"Samantha! Have you listened to word I've said?"
"Psh. Yeah." I lied.
"What'd I say?" He asked knowing i wasn't listening to him.
I stayed silent waiting for him to repeat what was oh so important.
"I just got a phone call. Your mother and I have to go out of town in two days. We will be gone for about 2 months, so you'll be living with your Aunt Ruby in a small town in Colorado. Not far from where we will be living." He paused. "And if you cause any trouble whatsoever I will see to it that you be punished. That means no parties, no drinking, no fires, no police, no..."
I zoned him out after like the fifth "No blah blah blah's" I mean did he have that little trust in me? Most likely, i answered myself.
*Two*Days*Later*
I slammed my new bedroom door closed, rather loudly, as I stomped over to my bed. Throwing myself on the soft bed I screamed into the nearest pillow. To be honest, i don't really know why i'm upset that they're leaving me once again. It seems like their jobs are more important than me. That's why i do all the partying and drinking.
A knock on the door told me my "lovely" Aunt Ruby wanted to speak to me. I didn't really have a problem with her, i mean she's nice enough and she's really pretty. She's just always up in my buisness. I don't take kindly too that whatsoever.
"Come in." I said.
The door opened and Aunt Ruby came in, with a stack of papers and held them out for me to take. When i didn't she sighed and set down on my bed.
"These are your school information. You will be attending school tommorrow. I will leave you to unpack and get situated. Dinner is in an hour." She said kissing me on the forehead before leaving.
I looked down at my school info. and sighed. My schedule was interesting, I had:
First and Second period- Advanced Animal Science with Mrs. Rucker
Third- Art with Mr. Galloway
Fourth- Free Period (Lunch)
Fifth and Six- Advanced Chemistry and Algebra with Mr. Dandy (Funny name, am I right?)
Seventh- Athletics
Eighth- Advanced Photograpy
Oh great, just what I need is Advanced classes.
Oh well. I looked at the clock and it read six fourty-five. I looked down at my hair and decided i needed a shower.

Chapter Two: Akward Scilences (Sam's P.O.V)

My alarm clock went off with this annoying as hell beeping noise, pulling me out of my horrible nightmare. Some dude, not sure who but he was fine as hell. He had strait black hair that went across his forehead and into his eyes (beiber style) and eletric green eyes that sparkled when he laughed. He was muscled but not too big. Just enough where it was sexy. Anyway. We were running away from something, not sure what, then all of a sudden something grabs me and starts ripping me to shreads. I shuddered at the memory.
I got up and walked to my newly filled closet. I picked out ripped black skinny jeans and a Green Day consert shirt and my black and white converse. Walking to the bathroom i tripped over my own feet and fell on my face.
"Oh well hello there floor, how are you today?" I mummbled getting up and walking to the shower.
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I walked through the office doors at the highschool i was now going to. The lady at the front desk was laughing at what one of the students were talking about. Walking over to the lady i tripped over my shoelace. The guy turned around and caught before i could do another face plant.
"Careful there Angel, floors can be mean fighting machines if you don't watch out." He chuckled setting me up right.
I'm pretty sure my face was on fire from embarrasment.
"My name isn't Angel, and fuck off." I hissed low enough so the lady couldn't hear me.
"Oh, nasty mouth you've go there huh?" He chuckled again, faking fear.
I closed my eyes and counted to three. You will not punch him in the face, you will not. I repeated that until my anger was down.
Once he was gone i told the lady what i needed.
"Hi I'm new here and i was told to come here."
"Name?" She said in a monotone voice.
"Sam Ryder." I said
"Okay... now here is your things. I will get someone to show you your classes, in the meantime would you go sit over there in the waiting area?" She asked focusing on the person coming up behind me.
I waited for about ten freaking long minutes before she finally called someone up here. It was a tall boy with dirty blonde hair and striking (Author's Note: I'm using random words in this update so be ready!) blue eyes. He wore a fitted black smexy shirt and tight dark blue jeans. I decided that i didn't like him. At all.
He flashed a smile at the lady at the front desk. I don't know her name so i'm gonna call her Helga. Helga smiled at him and flipped her hair over her shoulder in a clumsy way and leaned forward so her chest was showing more than it should. Ew! Grody! (Gross) I sighed loudly, drawing unwanted attention to myself. Hearing Helga say my name, I stood up and walked over to them, without tripping i may add.
"Trevor, this is Sam Ryder. Sam, this is Trevor Garcia. He has the same schedule as you and will be showing you around." She said never taking her eyes off him. Trevor on the other hand was staring at me as if i were a bank robber.
I looked at him with my brows raised. He snapped out of it and said goodbye to Helga and grabbed me by the arm and all but ran out of the office.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I shout/whispered to him as we slowed to a walk.
"Getting out of there." He said with a chuckle, "So, Sam why did you move here?"
"None of your buisness." I said with the coldest voice i could muster up.
"Rude much?" He smirked.
"Yeah. Pretty much." I said.
"Why are you such a bitch to me, i just met you." He said grinning like the idiot he probably was.
Only then did i break and punch him. I got him good too, right in the jaw.
He stopped dead in his tracks, then before i knew what was happening, he had me pinned up against a wall, in a deserted hallway. Wow i pick the perfect places to get in a fight. (Sarcasm)
There was so much fury in his eyes i shrunk away from him
"You're going to regret that, Kitten." He snarled.
"What is up with the nicknames? I mean really." I thought aloud.
He looked confused then angry in a flash, "Why the fuck did you do that?"
I laughed, only i would laugh when an angry, muscled probably dangerous guy had me pinned up looking like he would kill me any second.
"You were pissing me off. And i got mad, so yeah get off my john." (Author's note: Inside joke at my school).
He looked confused then dropped me, "I like you. You got spunk." He said walking away.
I, of course, had to follow.
***
"Why the hell did you do that?!!!!" I yelled at Trevor, mashed potatoes clinging to me.
He was laughing, fucking laughing at me. Tears were streaming down his and his friends faces, and practically the whole entire eleventh grade was pointing, taking pictures, or looking like they weren't sure of what to do.
Once he was calmed down enough to talk he said, "I told you Kitten. You were going to regret puching me." He laughed more and walked away from me.
I was fusing. There was pracitically steam coming from my ears.
Just as i was about to start crying from embarrasment, the guy who had called me "Angel" in the office stepped forward and grabbed my hand taking me to the boys bathroom and made all the guys get out. He then locked the door and turned to face me.
He picked me up and put me on the sink, then grabbed some paper towels and wet them. He cleaned off most of my hair and head then got to work on my arms.
"You don't have to clean me." I stated.
"No, I don't. But i am, so get over it Angel." He said smirking at my nickname.
I sighed but gave up. I really didn't feel like arguing with him.
Once he was done he looked me over. There was still mashed potatoes on my clothes so he scraped them off.
"What did you do to make him do that to you?" He asked.
I smiled at the memory of puching him in the face and practically laughing in his face that i did.
I told him what happened and he looked at me like i was crazy.
"Damn Angel. You must have a death wish or something, cuz nobody gets away with that and not get beat." He said shaking his head.
I shrugged my shoulders half heartedly.
"Come on. We need to get you knew clothes. You stank." (stink)
I laughed and followed him out of the restroom.
He took me to his locker and pulled out some jeans that were way to big for me and a t-shirt that would look like a dress on me.
"What is that?" I asked pointing to the clothes.
He sighed and looked at me, "Clothes."
"No shit." I sneered, "Why do you have those?"
"They're for you Angel." He said slowly, talking like someone would when you talk to a child.
I rolled my eyes and snatched the clothes from him.
Walking to the bathroom, I slipped and landed on my butt with a thud. Damn. I'm clutz.
"You, are very clumsy Angel." Said,