[u]Sam[/u] 

Sam began to size the girl up as soon as she approached. Her hair looked like she dropped a bucket of melted crayons on it, but besides that she looked relatively nice (as in personality, not attractiveness). He nodded kindly to her as she approached, and blew a puff of smoke in her opposite direction, not wanting to be rude. She seemed to be a returning student, as she asked him if he was new. 

"Fresh off the boat." he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth to speak "Name's Sam. You smoke?" He moved to pull the box of cigarettes out of his pocket to offer her one when he was interrupted by that big kid in the denim jacket he saw in the auditorium. 

[quote=Valjean]"Heh, babe, you're better off finding someone else to talk to." Well, if he wasn't dating Deborah, he would totally be that person. Valjean continued, "Can't you tell who needs to stay in the background and who doesn't?"[/quote] 

Sam's fists clenched, and he bent the cigarette in his left hand. This big fucker had absolutely no idea how things worked; perhaps it was Sam's job to teach him. Sam closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if Valjean's presence was nothing but an annoyance, like a spider crawling across the kitchen floor, asking to be stomped on. Sam opened his eyes and sat his jacket on the ground next to the palm tree so that it wouldn't get blood on it. 

"I'm sorry," he said "But what the fuck did you just say to me?" he took a step or two between Vera and Jean in an almost defensive sort of way. Despite his rugged life and jerkish demeanor, Sam wasn't going to have a girl get hurt because some jackass dressed up like a gravedigger thought he was gonna flex his muscles. Unintimidated, he stuck his cigarette in the corner of his mouth to hold it and clenched both of this fists, ready to react to the slightest flinch of Jean's biceps.