Angel was watching Samson and was having trouble focusing on the class because he was worried about Samson.  Looking at his face it looked like he had not had a good day at all.  He hoped that all that damage was not done by Davis.  He was so pissed at Davis at the moment for many things.  He had talked to Davis about bullying people because if the school got word of that or the drugs he would be kicked off the team.<br/><br/>The teacher droned on for what it seemed like forever and Angel really was not paying attention because he was too busy glancing over at Samson whom was busy talking to his friend Claire.  For some reason a shot of jealous went through him when really there shouldn’t because he knew that they were just friends.  He thinks he was jealous because he wanted to be able to openly talk to Samson like that.<br/><br/>He still needed to figure out a way to get the note he had to Samson and then it hit him.  Once the bell rang he walked towards Samson’s desk and pretended that his books were sticking out and caused him to knock them off the desk, “Geez nothing, learn to keep your books on the table and out of my way.”  Angel spat and then dropped the note on the floor with his things.  ‘Text me and let me know how I can help. Remember I am yours’ and then his number in code in case someone else saw the note he knew that Samson would figure it out.<br/><br/>Samson was mad that he still have the rest of the day of school to go.  At lunch he sat on the jock table and Melissa had shown up and sat down on his lap and threw her arms around him.  “Oh my god Angel you should have seen PE today, Nothing was there and everyone was picking on him still.  He wasn’t avoiding the ball and it kept hitting him.”  Missy laughed, “It was so funny.”  Angel of course couldn’t let on that he was mad about it so he laughed a little.<br/><br/>Melissa was kissing on his neck and nibbling on his ear and whispering,  “You know you still owe me,  how about tonight after school?”  Missy asked, “We haven’t in so long.”  Angel laughed a little, “Please you just got it Friday.” Missy sighed a little and could not help but agree with what he said.  Even though she could never get enough sex and was thinking that maybe she needed another football player.  “How about Thursday after school in the locker room?”  Angel thought that could be a nice compromise.