Samson couldn't focus at all between the pain and of course Claire pestering him every twenty seconds. And Sammie didn't want to gaze too long at Angel because he was almost certain that Claire would ask questions if he stared. Samson touched his nose lightly and brushed off the dry blood at the end, wincing in pain. Claire placed a hand on his back and rubbed it slightly which any other day it would have made him feel better but today it annoyed him. He wanted Angel to be the one to soothe him. Sammie laid his head on his desk looking over at Angel until his eyes started getting drowsy.<br/><br/>When the bell rang Claire woke him up and gave him a set of notes she wrote for herself and him. Angel came over to his desk and knocked his stuff over on the floor with a note that he caught out of the corner of his eyes. Claire of course reacted harshly and jumped in front of Angel's way pushing his chest slightly "Jeez don't you and your people do enough damage as it is, I mean look at him! And here he covers for them and doesn't tell the nurse that your pot heads and scum do things to him on purpose?!" Samson shook his head and mouthed "Sorry." He gathered his things including the note which he opened as he hobbled over to his locker.<br/><br/>He opened the letter and pulled out his phone pulling up a blank message. 'Really nothing you can do now, just please let your little posse know that I am not a punching bag. And I am forever yours, only yours. No one elses.' He was emphasizing on monogamous relating things. Sammie still didn't know if him and Melissa did things. Melissa was working her charm trying get what she wanted. "Uh I can't. I have plans with the girls. If you can't give me it when I want it then why are you the one giving it to me?" Melissa said as she rolled her eyes.