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  Sam & Dillan

  Dillon

  Dedication.

  "Promise me you'll never forget me

  because if I thought you would I'd never leave."

  Winnie the Pooh

  Copyright January 2020

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

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  A word from the Author.

  Hello, I'm Jessie and I thank you for buying this book! I know you did not have to.

  There are so many choices out there. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that someone else will enjoy one of my stories. And for me, it's about telling a story that I'd like to read myself.

  I am not caught up in POV or literacy genius. It's simply not me or my style and I will never be that person, so I apologize to all those who are focused on the POV and the genius of literacy. I envy those that are.

  On the days where my pain and meds stop my thinking processes, writing these books have been my lifeline. It reminds me that I still have the ability to rise to the challenge and that I refuse to go quietly into the night.

  But, I'm just like you, someone who wants to bring some passion into my life and hopefully yours too. A good story that's hard to put down, that brings some escapism, sexy fun and pleasure into our reading. We all love a bit of that!

  And, I hope I achieve that for you in this book. I sincerely hope you enjoy it so much so that you want to look out for the next in the series or one of my other novels. And if I'm lucky, you will have had such a good time, you'll recommend it to your friends and I thank you kindly.

  My very best wishes to you and yours. Jessie x

  About the Author;

  Jessie, (pseudonym) is married with sadly no children but 3 wonderful dogs that fill her life with much laughter, joy and love. She is a ‘second mother’ to her foster children, now grown with children of their own who call her grandma and her husband’s two children and her nephews who she accepts, she spoils rotten.

  Having been a 30-year career social worker. Now retired due to ill health. And many years of supporting services across all sectors and leading several teams, Jessie has now turned her attention to another love of her life, books.

  In a career that required the ability to write court paperwork, lengthy reports, create protocols and procedures, and having been published in a medical journal for a study on addiction, Jessie is now concentrating on producing stories she would love to read and buy herself. When not busy on her lap top you will find her cooking, reading her favourite authors or swimming in the sun.

  She hopes you can join her on the adventure….

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Samantha & Dillon

  Chapter one.

  The wind of change….

  Fate. She was laughing her ass off right now. The bitch!

  Anyone who says High School is not a war zone is a liar. She’d know. She’d just been through the English equivalent that ended in July. September and here she was.

  Some wars are big, such as the battle for dominance and supremacy for control for top of the tree or your place in the hierarchy. Some are small, like that’s my seat bugger off and the day to day avoidance of anyone taking the piss, picking on you, singling you out or getting through lunch without an incident.

  Some battles go on for years and others, mere moments in time but war is war, and it’s the only way teenagers deal with things.

  How do I know that? Because I am one.

  All those heightened, often uncontrollable, not sure of much moments but know it all emotions, stuck in one gear. Full throttle. Take no prisoners. Bite the head off.

  The ‘been there and got the T-shirt’ attitude. The go big or go home confrontations. The haves and the have nots. The desperation to find your place in the raging tidal wave that’s teenage angst. Or be someone’s or everyone’s pussy.

  All that underlying tension, confusion, anxiety and bitterness. That desperation to be accepted and needed and loved. Not that anyone would admit to that. Hell no.

  Testosterone and hormones in heightened awareness warring to be free, defying authority or kowtowing to it, being invisible or that bright star, seeking something but not sure what. Those that are ‘in’ those that are ‘out’ those that don’t care but really do, and those that truly couldn’t give a shit and prefer social isolation or outcaste, those that just want to get through it all unscathed, those that want to hide and remain hidden and scrap by without too much damage.

  And then there are the elite. The Kings and Queens. Those that want to play, to be in control, to rule the world.

  The beautiful, the scary, the dorks, the jocks, the sport stars, the nerds, the geeks, the surfer wanna be’s, the pot heads and all those in between.

  So many layers it would make the bed of the Princess and the Pea look small.

  And she gets dropped in it in senior year. Yay me!

  What a crock of shit.

  She’d finished school in England it was over, done and now she was right back in the mix because she’d chosen this route. It had been a choice. She’d didn’t have to come here, but she’d wanted to take the chance to have it all. To be like everyone else. To experience life. To have more than what she was destined to have. To rage against fate and win. Her life not predestined after all.r />
  So here she was. Knowing that what was in that building was going to be mainly all lie’s, gossip, nasty backchat, bitch biting, bully picking, and there was one universal rule.

  Don’t be bate. There were too many sharks and she could so easily already be an easy target.

  For the thousandth time. What. The. Hell. Was. She. Thinking!

  But she already knew. This was the payoff for going for broke. For trying to outrun fate. For fighting against the gods and her DNA. So here she was. Facing that tidal wave of human teenage mierda, (shit) waiting for it to drown her.

  And she couldn’t even rail against it but boy, did she want to.

  Things worked differently in the States. If you came here and were of school age according to how they saw it, you got tossed right back in. No life raft. Sink or swim.

  She didn’t even have the right to complain or argue that she hadn’t known that before she’d taken the deal. She had. So moaning about it was a waste of her time. What she needed to do was to pull her big girl panties up, say fuck it, and face the music and she knew better than to be late.

  She needed time to get in, get sorted before all the nosey buggers arrived.

  Parking her car in the student’s car park, she looked around before getting out. It was mainly empty, but she’d swear she could already smell the building from there. That unique school scent of sweaty socks and pits, cheap perfume, washing powder, shampoo, polish and lingering floor cleaner. She shuddered.

  Fucking hate that smell.

  She took a deep breath and strengthened her resolve. She’d already done this, she was ahead of the game. She wanted this and had to remember that.

  Opening the door of her car she went around to the boot or trunk as the American’s called it, taking out her scooter shutting it again then engaging the scooter mechanism.

  She was lucky to have it. Her transformer was a prototype that gave her back the freedom she really no longer had. Costing thousands it was her lifeline.

  Folding up into an 18 x 8 inch square that was lightweight and strong it was the perfect tool for travel. She’d been all over the world with it and now, it would help her get in and out of school saving her energy to make classes without having to use it inside.

  And she really didn’t want to have to use it inside. That, was not an option. Too big a target and no matter what, when people saw it, they saw everything but her and that wasn’t happening here. The memories of how it had changed things during her last year still haunted her. She’d fought it and been a bitch bringing the pain to anyone who used it against her. She was no one’s patsy. No one’s victim and they soon learnt that.

  And if she was going to be here, she wanted it on her terms, the whole experience, not be a shadow.

  She needed it simply because, it was more than likely by the end of the school day, she wouldn’t have the strength to walk back to her car from the building without it being risky. A fall would injure her, cause her body damage she couldn’t afford. That would affect everything. All their carefully laid plans. She’d spent the summer building her reserves for this and as the student car park wasn’t exactly outside the building, using the scooter to get to and from it, was her only option. It gave her a little more energy to work with so, she’d could walk the hallways and even though her classes were designed to not stress her system, she needed it. It was going to be an ask just to get around and that in itself, was going to be a bitch.

  The last thing she needed was people noticing she had a disability from the off. Not that it would go unnoticed for long.

  If she were honest with herself, she wasn’t even sure if she could do this now. She’s argued the toss with them for months until they’d caved but she knew determination only got you so far.

  She’d been home schooled for most of her last year in the sixth form and delayed her admission to Uni for a year for this opportunity. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to do Uni in the UK now. But either way, being here, you didn’t get a pass just because you’d turned 18 and got your A levels at A*.

  Nope, no, nada. If your DOB was the wrong side of the cut off, back you go. And she had.

  Locking up, she rode it in to the lock up area they’d shown her, a glorified bin store no longer being used for that and told her to use it to store her scooter safely. She opened the lock, ignoring the odd curious stares of one or two early birds that passed her as she collapsed it, then stored it and locked it back up again. Knowing only too well she could have done without that at this early stage in the campaign. There was no point in singling herself out early. That would come the minute she opened her mouth. And that would come soon enough.

  Maybe she could go invisible this time?

  She huffed and rolled her eyes. Yeah. Like that was going to happen…

  With an inevitable sigh, she grabbed her bag, checked her schedule and the school map and made her way to homeroom. The school having obliged her by saying the classroom would be left open for her to go in early.

  It helped that she’d already been through the registration and the ‘I’m new and need to register’ crap yesterday, prior to school starting today. She’d been treated to a wonderful conversation with the Principal that she really hadn’t needed about her own vacation to England several years ago, and did she know…. Blah, blah, blah…..

  Who cares! Back in the war zone! Fighting for one’s life here!

  But she’d played nice. She did need to be here, so she’d sucked it up. Smiled nicely and answered as she’d been expected to.

  She knew she sounded like a whiney bitch and couldn’t help it. She was nervous and her bitch came out when she was nervous. Not that she’d admit it, but this was pushing her way out of her comfort zone. She had no history here, no reference. It would be nice to say she wasn’t a bitch but too many years of defensive action had left her a little on edge and ready to fight fire with fire.

  Her default setting had become; ‘Try it and see what the fuck happens arsehole’.

  It didn’t make her friendly or that popular but then she’d tried that route a few times and it hadn’t been pretty.

  So fuck um!

  She’d been done with playing along a long time ago and she’d honed her skills to perfection.

  She liked being a fucking island thank you very much!

  Ignoring the few curious stares in the hallway, she finally found the right door, hoisting up her backpack she walked in. Glad to see the teacher was already at her desk. Sam passed her the credentials the office had given her. She shook hands, smiled when Teach welcomed her, answered some basic questions about England and if she was enjoying her stay in the States. Answering politely she made it clear that she wouldn’t be doing any; ‘Hi I’m Sam and I’m from…. Shit’ to the class. Teach was a little surprised and asked; ‘didn’t she want to make friends?’.

  Yeah, that would be a hell no.

  And yeah, that was going to be a no go zone from the start. She didn’t need complicated. She didn’t need to make friends that she’d have to leave behind in a year’s time. She didn’t need to know their drama, didn’t need to know their hook ups, didn’t need to know their worries or concerns. She didn’t have the time or energy to play nice or take that bitch ride. She had to be here, but she didn’t need to be part of them. Or spend energy she didn’t have making friends and trying to keep them. She didn’t have the resources to spare. One focus. Get this done. Get what she needed and go home.

  She had a year to ride and other priorities. Teach looked at her a little strangely and told her to take an empty seat.

  Looking at the desks the chances of her actually taking one seat that no one else was using was slim. This class had already been through years of joyous togetherness.

  Luckily for her, this teach held up a desk map of who sat where, she was relieved and genuinely grateful that she was offered the choice of three. She took one to the left towards the back and dumped her bag.

  The bell tolled. She steeled herself fo
r the coming onslaught. It was likely to be bloody and with blood in the water, the sharks would be circling. She needed to shut that shit down quickly.

  The door ripped open and her new life walked in. She tried not to groan.

  O the joy!

  She got out her books and went through them with her schedule while everyone piled in taking their seats talking about the summer break and giving her curious looks. Nearly everyone stared at her the minute they saw her. Comments of new meat from several of the jocks. A few comments about nice tits and what taste her pussy would be, filtered in the air around her as she heard some of the girls sniggering. She ignored them all looking bored.

  Ewww. And the fun had started.

  Some sneers from the ‘in’ girls and more giggles. Sneer leader making herself known with comments about her clothes and hair. Fuck her. She loved her London look and made no changes to accommodate being there.

  Why should she? Camden Lock was the bis.

  Garnering some obvious interest from some of the boys had been expected, she was new and did have boobs and that’s all it took, lets be honest. And the place settled down as teach told them to settle down to look at their new schedules for the coming month. No roll call. The teach already knew everyone and now her.

  Then the door slammed back and something else walked in. Four somethings.