All Chapters of Bad Boy Next To Me (COMPLETED): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

****Samantha's POV “So what’re you going to do?” Kiefer asked as he handed me over a wet dish to dry.  “I don’t even know....” I said with a sigh.  “I want to tell him, because I don’t want any secrets anymore...but how do I do that without him thinking that I lied before? As much as it seems like I was lying I wasn’t... I seriously hadn’t thought about Luke like that in so long... I’m pretty sure he was with dozens of girls after me and I was okay with it....” I said.  “I know Sam.. so you're sure you don’t have any feelings for Luke?” Kiefer asked and I turned to him.  &ldquo

****Blake's POV  It’s been a week since the first day of school and there was something about that Hunter kid that I didn’t like. It was a feeling in the gut of my stomach that made me feel there was something he was hiding.  Every time I looked into his piercing cold hazel greenish eyes I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve seen him before. That blank heavy stare, felt familiar... and that’s what scared me.  I’ve spent many nights of my past with a lot of drugs and a lot of drinks, there could be a chance I met this guy when I wasn’t very sober, but wouldn’t he say something?  I especially didn’t like the way he looked at Samantha, with interest and mystery. As if he knew

****Samantha's POV "So does my little brother know you skipped lunch to come see me? I don't think he'd me to happy." Alex said as he took a sip of coffee.  "No, and I'm hoping that we could keep it that way." I said as I sat across from Alex at the diner.  "Anything for you." He said with a smirk.  "So where have you been lately?" I asked.  "Around, trying to track the gang activity making sure they stay away from us." He said.  "And how's that going?" I asked.  "Good for now, hopefully it'll stay that way." He said. 

****Blake's POV I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Samantha sit back against the cold steel bleachers focusing her attention on the Sketchpad in her lap opened to a White clean page.  I watched her stare at the page intently for a few moments before she put the pencil to the page and began to draw.  I knew that her drawing was a good sign... it meant that she was happy...  “For some reason I love watching you sketch.” I said to her as she smiled with her eyes never leaving the drawing in front of her.  “I’m glad you can pencil me into your busy schedule Ms. Dela Vega.” I said and she quickly looked up at me puzzled. 

Ever since this morning when I found out that Blake didn’t get home until this morning my thoughts have been all over the place. The only thing that helped me get through it was letting out all my anger and frustrations with Alex this morning. When I got back I went over to Blake's but he already left for work, and when I called him he just let it go to voicemail. I had no idea what this meant... It was crazy to think that just a little over a month ago Blake and I were in the most amazing place, physically and emotionally. We were madly in love, not like that changed but... we weren’t worry or running or even hiding... things felt normal. But of course as soon as we came back everything changes. A thought that hid in the back of mind that