Samson snapped to attention when he heard a loud clash against some lockers and it was Melissa sporting Angel as if he was some prize, not a lover, not a soulmate but some expensive fur coat or a piece of jewelry that made her look better. It wasn't until she started running her fingers and hand down the zipper of his pants is when he started heating up at the face. His friend Claire was standing next to him and she had been going on for the last couple of minutes freaking about that he was alive and didn't get himself killed. "I told you I was fine." His face was red and it was clear as day as he continued flashing his gaze over to Angel and Melissa.<br/><br/>When Melissa ran into the linebacker and he saw her blush he knew something was going on there. Which actually made him quite happy, because that meant it would only be that easier for Angel to break up with her. He looked up at Angel when he tossed out a joke about women only think about sex. Grabbing her arm saying if she wanted any they didn't have a lot of time. Sammie then when blank and he blinked several times as he was being shaked a couple times by Claire. "HEEEELLLOOOOO! Earth to Samson! And we have liftoff you are clearly in the nebula today." Samson shook his head and reached up and rubbed his thumb against Angel's class key. "I uh. I have to go grab something." Sammie put on a fake smile in case Angel was looking at that split second and quickly pivoted around. Before he knew it he had turned around and hit a brick wall, so to speak. Running into the football team's Center.<br/><br/>A guy named Rick Davis, he had spent his days getting high in the bathroom and sleeping around with every chick he could possibly find. Sammie blinked and before he knew it was pushed down on the ground, twisting his ankle on the way down. It would definitely be a sprain, Samson stood up and instead of being invisible he was in a mood and decided to say something. "Hey what the hell you do that for?" Claire rushed to his side and pulled him up noticing that he had a limp in his left leg from his ankle.<br/><br/>Samson then felt a crushing grip on the back of his neck. Rick forced Samson's face into the lockers, slamming his nose against the cold harsh metal "Because I fucking felt like it that's why!!" Rick scoffed before making his way to his usual stoner spot. Claire knelt down to Samson who now had a bleeding nose on top of his sprained ankle and instead of accepting her support he hobbled up and raised his voice a little "I'm fine!" Claire gripped his arm and shouted back at him "NO SAMSON XALDIN MURDOC! You are going to the nurses office." Claire demanded at him.<br/><br/>Samson pulled his arm back out of her control and said back in a angry tone "I can go myself. Give me some breathing room jeez." Samson started hobbling over to the nurse's office which was across the hall. The nurse had dealt with this before, the bloody nose was almost a regular with him. "Now a sprain, honestly Samson you need to be more careful." The plump merry nurse chimed out. "Yeah I know."<br/><br/>The entire time he had been picked on he never told it was another person doing it to him. He had always said he tripped into a locker or some other clumsy mistake. Sammie didn't need any targets on his back or give the jocks reasons to pack up and hurt him worse. The nurse pulled out medical wrapping and started rolling it around his ankle with tight pressure so he could walk the rest of the school day.