Samson saw Jessica leave the seen before he slammed into the floor. Of course after that the adrenline was pulsating through his veins and everything rushed by him. A giant blur as if he was watching on the sidelines. Seeing it all happen as if it wasn't happening to him. Before he knew it Connor came to them like a saving grace but shook his head when he asked his teammate what happened which he retorted with he was checking out Connor or Jessica. Of course he looked over at them but he couldn't classify it as checking either of them out. "What the hell-- No I wasn't." He gasped out. Samson could have kissed the ground when Connor sent his friend Rex away claiming he would handle it. They apparently had practice to attend to. Once his throat was released he let out a cough and took a couple deep breaths gaining back the power to breathe.<br/><br/>Sammie was pulled along until Connor and him were in between book shelves giving the two coverage to talk. "I don't need to watch anything, that prick needs to leave me alone. I didn't do anything." He said as he wiped away the blood now forming on his bottom lip. Samson nodded happily as he heard him say to meet him in Room 132 in a hour. But of course with the happy feelings came the conflicting ones as he was pushed again before Connor left the scene. Leaving Samson thinking if images of popularity was that big of a deal. After a few moments of gathering himself Samson grabbed a copy of Romeo and Juliet that he needed for his Literature class and made his way to Room 132, of course he would be way early but it was better than just sitting around waiting for it to happen. Samson sunk down on his rear looking at the clock every three or four minutes. The blood had dried and it was clearly visible as it started swelling up slightly. In half of the given time a figure wearing football gear came into the room, shutting the door in a blink of time.<br/><br/>Samson pulled himself up to his feet as Connor took off his helmet and walked up to him. Asking him instant what the hell was going on with the library scene. "What did it look like to you? I look over at you for a split second and my face hit the floor." He shook his head when he was asked if he was checking him out "NO. I know what checking out means I wasn't staring at you like some creeper. As much as I want to I know what to do and not to do. Besides you made your point clear the other night." Samson looked away before touching his lip and wincing slightly. He had never had to deal with getting beat up or anything like that but he had an suspicion that he would soon have to get used to the idea. "Why did you want to meet? You could have just easily forgotten about it and go on with your life.." Samson looked up at him and tried shaking off the emotional crap.