Chapter 49: Water and Sparks

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Sam's room was still throbbing with the afternoon heat, the white sheets rumpled and damp with sweat and desire, the air heavy with the sweet, musky scent of the sex Jack and Sam had shared just now. The sun filtered through the half-open curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor as they lay, their naked bodies pressed together, the silence punctuated by their still-rapid breathing. Sam's blue eyes shone with a shy smile, Jack's fingers tracing slow circles on her belly, the fresh pleasure echoing across their skin.

"We need to get cleaned up," Sam murmured, his voice husky but light, rising with a lazy groan, his body glistening with sweat as he reached for her. Jack chuckled softly, letting her pull him from the bed, their bare feet padding over the warm floor as they made their way to the bathroom attached to her room. The cool water from the shower was a welcome relief from the heat, running down Sam's wet hair and down his lean, muscular chest, washing away the sticky traces of their lovemaking.

They snuggled together under the spray, their naked bodies brushing against each other as the lather of lavender soap ran down, her hands trailing up his toned chest, her fingers tracing the hard muscles beneath his tanned skin, his arms—now free of the sling, wearing only the light pad—sliding down her back, his strong fingers skimming the curve of her spine to her pert ass. "You're incredible," he whispered, his green eyes locked on hers, and she blushed, her blue eyes shining as she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a slow, hot kiss, her tongue brushing his with a softness that contrasted with the fire from before. The water fell around them, their wet bodies pressed together, but the desire remained only in the kiss—a touch of tenderness after the storm, nothing more.

Then the unmistakable sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. "Sam? We're home!" Amanda LaRusso's voice cut through the silence like a blade, followed by the shuffling of suitcases and Anthony's irritated voice, "Why is it so hot in here?" Jack and Sam froze, eyes wide, hearts racing as the water continued to pour, steam rising around them.

"Shit," Sam whispered, panic rising as he stared at Jack, their naked bodies dripping onto the bathroom floor. "They shouldn't be coming back now!"

Jack swallowed, his brain spinning as he tried to think. "I have extra clothes in the car," he said, his voice low and urgent, the muscles in his arm flexing as he moved, "but the backpack is in your room with the keys!"

Sam ran to the bathroom door, locking it with a quick click, her fingers shaking as she walked back to him. "You have to go out the window," she said, pointing to the small opening above the shower, the glass fogged with steam. "I'll stay here and talk to them."

"And the keys?" he asked, climbing onto the toilet to reach the window, the muscles in his defined arm and chest standing out as he opened the latch, water dripping from his lean muscular body onto the floor.

In the kitchen, Daniel, Amanda, and Anthony walked straight in, their bags dropped in the hallway as Amanda opened the refrigerator, the sound of tin cans clinking. "Sam must be in his room," Daniel said, his voice casual as he grabbed a bottle of water. Amanda walked past the kitchen window, her eyes catching sight of the black Impala parked on the street, the sun glinting off the hood. She frowned, recognizing Jack's car, but said nothing, her lips pressed together as she handed a can of soda to Anthony, who was grumbling about the heat.

In the bathroom, Sam turned on the shower again, pretending she'd just gotten in as she ran out wrapped in a white towel, her hair dripping onto the floor. On the dresser beside the bed, among the messy sheets, were the keys to Jack's Impala, the fob gleaming in the sunlight along with his backpack. She grabbed the keys, her blue eyes wide as she walked back into the bathroom, carefully opening the window. "Jack!" she whispered, tossing the keychain to him, who caught it with his good hand, the metal clinking as it fell to the grass beside him.

"My clothes!" he whispered back, his lean, muscular body crouched in the yard, his green eyes shining with panic and amusement.

"Hold on," she said, running to Daniel's hallway closet, grabbing a pair of old blue shorts, and returning to throw them out the window. "Put these on and go!"

Jack chuckled softly, the sound muffled as he pulled on his shorts—too small for his lean, muscular body, the blue fabric clinging to his defined thighs and narrow waist, squeezing his leg muscles and outlining the outline of his cock beneath the swim trunks he hadn't had time to put on, his biceps and firm chest stretching the fabric to its limit. He ran to the Impala, keys in hand, his heart racing but his chest light with the absurdity of the situation, laughing as his shorts threatened to rip with every step. He climbed into the car, the tight fabric straining against his muscles as he started the engine, the roar echoing on the quiet street before he pulled out, the image of Sam in the towel etched in his mind.

Sam came downstairs wrapped in a towel, her wet hair dripping onto the floor as she walked into the kitchen, smiling at her parents and Anthony, who was scrolling through his phone at the table. "Hi, Mom, Dad," she said, her voice steady now, her blue eyes shining with relief. "I was just taking a shower, it's so hot."

Daniel nodded, opening his water bottle, while Amanda looked at her, her sharp eyes catching something she didn't say. "Okay, Sam," Amanda replied, her voice calm but filled with quiet suspicion, while Anthony grumbled about the Wi-Fi.

On Monday at West Valley High, the rumors about Jack and Sam were barely a whisper, people either accepting it or moving on with their lives. During recess, Sam was alone in the courtyard, waiting for Jack to get something from his locker, when Tory Nichols saw her, anger rising like a wave. She decided to provoke, using what she had seen on Friday as ammunition, but without letting her jealousy show.

She walked up to Sam, arms crossed, a teasing smile on her lips, and spoke loudly enough for everyone around to hear. "Hey, LaRusso! I saw you going up to Sullivan's apartment on Friday, just the two of you, all by yourselves, right?" she said, her voice echoing across the courtyard, her narrowed eyes fixed on Sam as heads turned, murmurs starting. "What kind of girl does that, huh? Everyone already knows what you are!"

Sam stood there for a second, her face flushing with anger as the other students' gazes bore down on her. Fed up with the gossip and teasing, she took a step forward, her blue eyes blazing, her voice sharp as a blade. "You want to know what kind of girl I am, Tory? One who doesn't need to scream lies for everyone to hear to feel important. You're pathetic, always trying to bring me down with your stupid insinuations. Grow up and leave me alone!"

The intrigue exploded, Sam's words landing like punches, Tory's eyes narrowing as she took a step closer, her smile turning into something sharp. "Lies? I saw it with my own eyes, princess. You throw yourself at Sullivan and think no one will talk?" she snapped, her voice loud and heavy, her fists clenching as if to lunge forward, Sam's arms shaking with the urge to retaliate as the courtyard fell silent, the students forming a semicircle.

Before the tension could escalate into a fight, Miguel came running from the hallway, his eyes wide as he stepped between them. "Stop, you two!" he yelled, his hands raised to separate them, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Please don't start another war here!" He looked from one to the other, trying to calm the situation, the students around him murmuring as adrenaline surged through the air.

Sam took a step back, blue eyes still blazing, taking a deep breath to control herself, but Tory, already filled with days of pent-up anger, smiled coldly, her narrowed eyes fixed on her. "This isn't going to go down easy, LaRusso," she said, her voice thick with promise, turning and walking away, her sneakers clicking against the floor, the threat echoing as Miguel followed her with his gaze, torn between intervening further or letting her go.

Sam stood still, her heart racing, her blue eyes shining with anger and relief as Miguel turned to her. "What was that?" he asked, his voice strained, but she shook her head, walking away without answering, the intrigue with Tory still burning in her chest.

At the end of the day, Jack and Sam stood in the parking lot, the Impala glistening in the sun as he tossed his backpack into the backseat. They were alone near the car, the sounds of the other students fading away as the sun began to set. Sam looked at him, her blue eyes heavy, and took a deep breath before speaking. "During recess, Tory teased me in the courtyard," she said, her voice firm but strained. "She told everyone out loud that she saw me going up to her apartment on Friday, just the two of us. She told me what kind of girl I was, like it was a scandal. I couldn't help it and I fought back, and it almost turned into a fight, but Miguel broke us up."

Jack frowned, his green eyes darkening as he processed her words, his good hand tightening on his backpack for a moment before relaxing. "She's out of line," he said, his voice low but firm. "I'll try to talk to her, get her to stop fighting. It won't help anything, it'll just make things worse."

Sam nodded, her blue eyes softening as she stared at him, her hand brushing against his. "Just try. I'm tired of this." She gave him a half smile, the tension easing as he pulled her into a quick kiss, his lips warm against hers, the afternoon heat reigniting the fire between them.

"We will survive," he murmured against her lips, chuckling softly, the light sound cutting through the heaviness of the day.

"Together," she whispered, her blue eyes shining with promise, and he nodded, their desire firm even as the world spun around them.