Samson hated the fact how Claire seemed to want to be his protector but if it wasn't for her he wouldn't have anyone. Samson looked down with hot cheeks when Angel recited just exactly what he had been thinking. Which only made him more embarrassed with himself. Samson was eating in his Biology class, he didn't do the whole public lunchroom scene because one he would just be a walking target, and two his teacher was pretty awesome. Mr. Lexington was someone he confided in on a daily basis. When he felt his phone go off he pulled it out and checked it since Mr. Lexington didn't care and he couldn't help but let out a sigh as he read it.<br/><br/>Sammie knew that he wasn't going to sleep with Melissa but he wondered how he was going to keep his anxiety away. How could he not worry about her. Melissa scoffed when she was moved from his lap "Well if you're going to act like that you won't be getting it. Jeez you act like its so one sided." Melissa watched as Angel stormed off and she looked at Rick, Marcus and all her cheerleader friends. "Can you believe him?!" She spat out as she rolled her eyes. Samson had finished up his meal and was in the back of the classroom since the class was back in session.<br/><br/>He pulled out his phone and pulled up Angel's messages to send him another one. 'How was lunch? Angel. I miss you. I was skimming through Shakespeare and came across this. It reminded me of us for some reason.' He pressed a new page for the message he copied 'Being your slave what should I do but tend. Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world without end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought. Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought. Save, where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love, that in your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.'<br/><br/>Samson smiled brightly as he reread it and hit sent.