All Chapters of Russell: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Samantha I sat on the small sofa in my dorm, writing away and reading from my notes and textbook. My eyesight was a bit blurry, tired of all the studying I had been doing for my upcoming test.  Kimmy was making a quick sandwich for the two of us, she wanted to take a break as well, complaining that her class was so hard and nothing she was reviewing was sticking to her. She placed the last slice of bread on top of the sandwich and grabs two soda cans out of the fridge, balancing the two plates in her hand and gripping both cans tightly in her other hand. "Come on, you gotta be honest. Craig looked so pissed off when he found out you and Russell started dating. He was like, Russell this, and Russell that, he's not even good looking. And we were like, are you kidding? Russell is hot!" she talked away making me laugh. &nb

Samantha I couldn't help worry about all the bruises on Russell's face and body. I glanced at him diligently, wondering if I should have given him medicine for the pain. We placed our orders in, and we forgot about all of the stress that comes from college. We enjoyed a nice quiet time and talked about silly stuff. We laughed, joked around, and talked to each other as if we had known each other all our lives, but it was short-lived as the place began to get really packed.  The bar inside was flooded by students from our college as a game of footfall began on the wide screens that hung over the bars. We all looked at each other contemplating if we should just make our food to go.  "Guys, I am so sorry. They said this place had awesome food, that's why Russ and I thought this place would be a good spot. I wa

SamanthaI finished showering and got out, heading straight to my room and changing onto warm clothing. I had no desire to go to class today to be honest. I know it's just a six week course, and being that we will be going out for thanksgiving break in just two more weeks makes me just want to cuddle up in bed and fall back to sleep.Just thinking of the three hours I have to spend in that class with this throbbing headache and feeling so dehydrated makes me grunt and regret last night so bad. I should have never drank those beers, I knew I was light-weight when it comes to drinking, but man... I never knew it could have been this bad.Plus, given we only have two classes left before the final exam makes it so much more stressful. I changed onto my warm clothes none the less, putting on warm jeans that have fuzzy stuff inside, with a turtle neck in black and a dark grey hoodie with comfy boots. I can smell the coffee all the way to my room. I mad

Sam I sniffled as Russell held me in his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair as he rested his chin slightly on top of my head.  "Sam, are you ok, hun?" I hear Kim's voice making us turn. She and Brandon came into our living room soon after. "Who was that lady with the black dress that Craig was running after?" Brandon asked, pointing outward and making Kim roll her eyes. "That would genome other than Cruella herself," she says making Brandon chuckle. "What?" he says chuckling. Russell kept an arm over my shoulders, unwilling to let go of me, and frankly, I didn't mind one bit. He smelled so good, and his body is always so warm.  "That was my mom, Brandon." "Oh...aishhh. Are you ok?" he says as he gives me a pitiful look. 

SamanthaI stirred in bed, feeling a warm hand around my waist. I immediately smiled, remembering the night before. Russell was probably still sleeping next to me. His hair was nicely ruffled, and his lips in a natural pinkish-red, begging to be kissed. I went back to sleep peacefully knowing I was in his arms.About two hours later, I woke up again to the smell of pancakes and bacon. My stomach grumbled making an involuntary m0an escape me. I got up and made my way toward the kitchen. My eyes went wide as see the unexpected. Brandon and Kim are sitting on the kitchen island eating pancakes, laughing as Brandon smears his shirt with syrup. But the biggest shocker. My dad is in the kitchen with Russel, his sleeves rolled up with a pan in hand, ready to flip another pancake while Russell is taking care of the bacon strips. They're clueless about my presence. My dad talks away making Russell smile. He looks so cute flaunting that smile. "You have no idea how much fun that day was.