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Ok, just a little disclaimer: Parts of this story revolve around the topic of attempted seduction, so if you're not comfortable with that, I'd advise you to skip this chapter.
Reluctantly, I switched the TV off, got up from the bed, and once again struggled with the door. Then, I started walking to the place I was supposed to have had a day off from today. Corey H said he'd be waiting for me outside the costume department, so when I got there, that's where I went.
"They're in there." Corey H whispered, as soon as I approached him.
"That's my territory."
"Yeah I know, but she said she wanted to see where the costumes were made and Corey seemed chill with it."
"If she touches any of my work, with her fucking perfect pink nails, I'll kill her.""
"Good luck with that, you gonna go in?"
"Yeah I guess so, I'll just say I needed to fix a costume or something."
"Ok, I'll see you then."
"Bye." Corey H quickly ran down the corridor, and I took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Samantha turned around, shocked, when she saw me. "Y/n!"
"Yep, that's me." I said, trying to act casual. Corey also looked shocked to see me, but in a good way. He came over to hug me and kissed my cheek, "What are you doing here?" he asked, softly.
Before I could answer, Samantha cut in. "You know Y/n, these costumes are pretty good, it's a shame you don't make anything like this, maybe then your fashion sense would improve." she said this in a falsely friendly tone, adding her irritating giggle, and it occurred to me that she didn't know I made these costumes.
"Yeah, well it's certainly a shame I haven't finished them yet if that's what you mean."
Samantha's face fell, "What do you mean?"
"Oh didn't I tell you I work here? Yeah I've made most of these costumes."
Wow, that felt good.
"Oh, no you didn't mention that." for once Samantha's was the smile which was forced.
"Well there you go, do you want me to show you sometime?" I thought about how good it would feel to rub Samantha's face in my designing skills.
Samantha stretched her smile further, "Yeah that would be lovely. Oh Corey, you know that thing I had to ask you?"
Corey clearly hadn't been listening to anything said before that, he quickly looked up.
"Mhm?"
"Well, there's a bar pretty close to here. I know the owner and he lets me in, even though I'm sixteen. So he'll let me bring friends if you're interested, you, Y/n and Corey H, later tonight?"
"Um..." Corey looked at me, as though he wanted me to answer. Honestly, spending more time with Samantha was the last thing I wanted to do today, but I knew that if I said no, she'd think that I was jealous and that she'd won. So, I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'd love to. Corey? You want to?"
Corey looked surprised that I'd agreed, "Um yeah, yeah. What time?"
"8?"
"Yeah ok."
"Great! I'll see you later then!" Samantha beamed, she blew a kiss, and went out of the room.
I'll get her one day.
"So, uh...what are you doing here?" Corey asked me, looking awkwardly at the floor.
Oh...I didn't think about that part.
"I just...had something to finish."
"Oh. You gonna do it then?"
"Nah, I'll do it tomorrow." I smiled, I'd done all I needed here.
At 8:15 that night, Corey had left before me because I was busy snapping each one of my acrylics off. Once I'd snapped the last one, I headed towards the bar down the street. Corey H had also left, so I had to go by myself. When I got there, I saw Corey and Samantha sitting at the bar talking, but I didn't see Corey H. I went inside and sat down beside Corey, making sure to sit real close to him. "Hi." I smiled, kissing the side of his face.
Corey smiled at me, "Hi."
"Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it! I thought you weren't coming." Samantha said with her plastic smile already fixed onto her face. It was very clear she wished I hadn't been able to come.
"Yeah, well...I was a little busy." I fixed an equally false smile onto my face.
"Corey and I were just talking about you weren't we Corey?" she said, smirking at me but addressing Corey. Corey nodded, not looking up. He was being really quiet, I frowned, I was about to ask him if he was ok, but Samantha stood up.
"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back soon." she said, she went off to the bathroom and I turned to Corey. "Hey, so what were you and Samantha saying about me?" I asked.
Corey shrugged, "Just...stuff."
"Ok...but like what?"
"I don't know, I just..." Corey trailed off, resting his head on his arms.
"Corey, what's the matter with you?!" I was a little worried now, I shook him gently.
"I feel sick..." Corey mumbled.
"You feel sick? Since when?"
"I don't know..."
"How can you...?"
Suddenly, Corey H ran out of the bathroom, he looked over at us and his eyes widened as though he'd just realised something had gone very badly wrong.
"Y/N DON'T LET HIM DRINK THAT!!!" he yelled running over to us.
"He already has, what-"
"Oh no, oh no no no."
"Corey! What's the problem?!"
"I saw Samantha put a pill in it when Corey wasn't looking!"
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah! And I thought I'd swapped the glasses around but she obviously saw me do that and switched them back!"
"Oh my God! What are we gonna do?"
"I'm gonna stay here with Corey, you're gonna go kill Samantha."
"Sounds good." I quickly got up from my seat and ran to the girl's bathroom.
"SAMANTHA!!!" I screamed, "GET OUT HERE NOW!!!"
Samantha calmly emerged from one of the stalls, she saw me and smiled sweetly.
"Oh hi Y/n, what's the matter? You're making a lot of noise."
"YOU JUST TRIED TO FUCKING DRUG MY BOYFRIEND!!! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!"
"Ohhh that." Samantha laughed, as though she was just remembering a harmless prank.
"YES THAT! TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE THINKING!"
"Calm down Y/n, people will think you're insane!" Samantha chuckled and rolled her eyes. I was furious, but I wanted to know everything she'd done.
"Why did you spike his drink? Tell me, or I will rip every fucking blonde hair from your head."
"Well just think about it Y/n, how else will I seduce a guy with a girlfriend?" she said, giggling.
"You are an actual and literal psychopath." I said, quietly, but dangerously.
"Maybe so, but I've been waiting a long time for this Y/n, you're not going to ruin it for me."
Samantha swiftly began moving towards the door.
"Don't you even try and get away now!" I tried to grab her, but she ducked away, slamming the door and holding it shut. "YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! COREY H IS STILL THERE!" I yelled through the door, Samantha had been holding the door shut for a while now, or perhaps she wasn't. She'd locked me in. But how? There wasn't a lock on the door, she must have put a chair up against the door. I had to get out, I had to.
"SOMEONE LET ME OUT!!!" I screamed, I was going to lose my voice soon. "I'M STUCK! PLEASE HELP ME!!!" I carried on yelling for a good five minutes until I heard my name being called.
"Y/n! I'm coming! Wait a second!" I waited for a while before the door was wrenched open, and there was Corey H.
"Y/n! Are you ok?!" he hugged me tightly.
"Yeah I'm fine, how did you know I was in here?"
"Samantha came back without you, so I just figured you were trapped, she'd jammed a fork in the door." Corey H held up a bent fork.
"Thanks for getting me out, hold on...did you leave Corey in there?"
"Oh shit!" Corey H quickly ran back to the bar, and I followed him. Samantha was sat next to Corey, she was moving closer and closer to him. Corey was still slumped in his seat, Samantha pushed his hair back, and began to whisper something into his ear. Corey H reached them before me and shoved Samantha out of the way, "Get AWAY from him." I growled at her. Samantha tilted her head, smiling patronisingly, "Fine, you can have your way, for now. I'll see you around Y/n, Corey, Corey." she stood up from her seat, waved, and left the bar.
"Corey! Corey, come on. Can you stand up?" I asked.
Corey shook his head, "M'dizzy." he murmured. Corey H put Corey's arm around his shoulder,
"Come on Y/n, get his other arm, we'll take him home." he said, I put Corey's other arm around my shoulder and we helped him to stand up.
When we got back to the hotel, Corey was lying on the bed, and I was asking him simple questions. Corey H had called the doctor, and the advice had been to make sure Corey didn't fall asleep, and to ask him questions to check his memory.
"What's your name?"
"Corey."
"Corey what?"
"Corey...Corey...Feldman."
"Good, and who am I?"
"My girlfriend..."
"What's my name?"
"Y/n."
"Who's Samantha?"
"I don't know! Just let me go to sleep..." Corey whined, he'd regressed to acting like a preschooler. "Corey, you can't go to sleep."
"Yes I can! You have to let me sleep, I'm sick."
"You'll be more sick if you sleep. Now who's that?" I asked, pointing at Corey H.
"Corey Haim."
"And who's he?"
"The other Corey...better than me..."
"No. Not better than you. The same as you."
Eventually, the drug wore off enough so that Corey could go to sleep, but I still had to wake him up every two hours to make sure he hadn't....I don't know, gone into a coma or something?
I am going to KILL Samantha, if it's the last thing I do.
(A/N: I think this was the longest chapter yet, hope you enjoyed it! Stay cool, and I'll see you next chapter!😘)
