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Sami’s fist was clenched and all but ready to knock the already dim lights out of AJ’s skull. As much as he knew he would regret his actions later, such was the malfunction currently in his brain but even he had to admit there was a certain satisfaction to beating the golden shit out of those Beverly Hills brats. Sam did not run in the same sorts of circles as AJ and his like; not for his families lack of trying. A few good deals and well placed investments landed the Alejandro’s in good stead financially...the ties to the mob also helped but we digress. They wanted him to transfer to BHHS but it wasn’t for him. He knew that. It was a different world and not one he longed to be a part of. So public school and the title of King of Misfits beckoned.

The banshee scream of Valeria Alexandria Drake could break through solid ice at the best of times, in this instant it would be used to pierce the eardrums of both AJ and Sami. The vivacious Val’s fury was enough to even startle him! She used her short arms to push the pair apart and in that moment, Samuel was struck by a bolt of clarity, dispersing his rage for a moment. Val was going to handle this ten times better than he could. He bit his tongue to stop a toxic rebuttal and took a step back [color=olive]”He’s all yours”[/color] He said raising his hands in neutrality. Val had just saved AJ fucking Tyler from a Cuban ass whooping.

Moving over to look at the damaged space shuttle, he breathed in the steaming mess of steel, rust and guyliner (here’s looking at you, Jules) and sighed. Sure, the RV was in an whole heap of trouble (pun intended) but for those few seconds it wasn’t about that, Sami needed to calm himself. This was exactly what he was worried about all the time, losing it, losing control, losing composure. It was getting worse. The pounding of his heart and his head were completely out of sync as he tried to control his shallow breathing and stop his hands from shaking. He allowed his dark eyes to glance over at Aleks, he knew him vaguely. He was like AJ’s minder. If something went tits up, the Russian was brought in to fix it. He was essentially the Gearheads version of Sam. From what he could recall he was a good dude, so he wasn’t going to snap at him for fiddling with the RV, instead a courteous nod would suffice until his venom filled self could manage any more words. Aleks was soon joined by a handful of other Gearheads all talking about how fucked the RV was.

Kim soon exited the RV and Sami soon found her standing by his side, as she always was. Be it the beach, a party or anywhere else she was always there. [color=olive]”I’m not sure, mami. I’m not sure I can fix this one”[/color] Fixing problems was Sam’s forte. It what he was known for. Most of the time that was with his fists but there were times, lots of times actually where he carried the emotions of those around him like St Christopher carrying the world. The sight of Emi in tears again didn’t help matters at all. She was a sensitive soul, the angelic blonde and Sami didn’t want to do anything to upset her.

[color=olive]”I’m sorry Kim, I guess I fucked this one up”[/color][/center]