~Samantha Lee~

The moment we rounded the corner of the building, safely tucked away from the prying eyes of the student, I stopped dead. My sneakers screeched against the concrete, and I turned so fast that Tyler Pierce, the walking, talking personification of my own personal hell, nearly collided with me. He stumbled, catching himself on the brick wall, a flash of surprise crossing his infuriatingly handsome face before the usual mask of arrogant amusement slid back into place.

"Easy there, ...