SAMSON

THE FIRST

.......It was middle school, my worst subject, school, period. I hated it. The frigging girls are all prudes and I chose for opening day, my Bad Company t-shirt and sweats.

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"LOOK AT THAT!" Rita Gamey, smartly dressed in her typical rich girl knee-high suede boots, Ralph Lauren or some s**t like that, fancy outfit looking like she'd stepped off the page of a S&R catalogue.

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I stopped to look at whatever she was referring to and every kid in the hall was looking at...which happened to be ME!

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Rita strolled over as a model does on the catwalk, flipping her waistlength hair across her shoulder as she walked by me.

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I felt like the used rag the dog gets as a plaything when nobody wants it.

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"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

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A new guy I'd never seen before walked up as if he knew he was in charge.

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"What the hell are you doing, Rita?" he walked over to Rita who stood her ground.

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"Ah....HERE we go!" I thought, "NOW the two TOP POPULAR kids get together and stars fall from the sky for THEM while I get left behind. Same story, second verse," I hung my head and started walking away.

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"Get over here," the new guy was talking to ME! I looked at him with an eye of inspection; he was over six feet tall, long, thick black hair over his shoulders. He was wearing nice jeans, a white shirt, tucked in into the top of the jeans under a black blazer. He wore black motorcycle boots that came up just past the ankles. I walked over slowly.

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"I am Samson f*****g Alpha," he sneered, If anybody f***s with you, you come straight to ME. You got it?"

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I stopped short and pointed to myself in question. Samson nodded affirmative in authority.

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Rita Gamey huffed and walked away, her crew of prissy girls like ducks in a row behind her.

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"I like your guts," Samson walked over to me and propped his arm around my shoulders.

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"I-I didn't' DO anything!" I stammered, hoping this wasn't going to mean I'd have to keep up some sort of charade. I was too lazy for that!

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Samson fake punched me softly on the chin, his fist was huge! I imagined him really hitting me. I'd lose half my face!

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"But you didn't back down," Samson continued to look at me with interest.

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That same evening, Samson called me as I walked out the door at school,

"What's your name?" I waited and held the door for him to catch up.

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"My name is Eternity," I let go of the door after Samson walked though and I followed, "People just usually call me E."

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"I like Eternity! And I'm......."

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"Yeah, Samson f*****g Alpha," I finished for him. Little did I know I would be finishing a LOT for Samson Alpha.

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"Why don't you pick a place to pick up some grub, We can go to my place and pig out," Samson reached in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled joint.

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"What's THAT?" I'd heard Samson hit a bong a time or two. Kids had seen and smelled the smoke as he left his limo occasionally coming to school.

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"I have my bong I leave in the limo as I'm sure you've heard the gossip. But I keep a stash of rolled Js for intimate moments," Samson swirled the J between his lips. Those lips. Full and always moist. He made me moist just looking at him.

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"How about that new place?" I  raised my eyebrows in question but I had no idea. I was leaving things open for Samson.

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"I'll call Winston," Samson said as he pressed a key, "Winston, when you pick me up at school, I'm bringing a guest. Make reservations for a place with plenty of food so we can..." I heard the phone's speaker take over.

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"PIG OUT, Sir?" I'll make reservations at FUNKY HONKEY DONKEY," the phone's speaker went dead. Samson laughed,

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"Winston has been with us for ages. He knows what I like. You ready?" I looked down at my attire and Samson smoothed my hair with his hands,

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"Don't give it a second thought. We'll shoot by the family business, or one of them, to pick out you any design you'd like."

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Winston soon pulled into the school parking lot and stopped beside Samson and me. He steadily got out and proceeded to open the door for us, eyeing me confidently,

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"Sir, I suppose you'll be wanting to stop at Alpha Designs for the young, ER, lady?"

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"You have a better idea?" Samson asked Winston who nodded, smiling and reminded Samson of the Alpha Design that had been purchased just for such a case. It was already hanging in the limo, out of sight but always kept fresh and clean.

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I thought out loud,

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"It must be nice to be rich."

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Samson heard me and nodded, smiling,

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"It is."