𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 , 𝗷.𝗴 & 𝘀.𝘄

< fourteen >

the ride home from the police station was silent and couldn't have been more awkward. but i knew when we arrived home my mom would flip her shit along with ryan standing in the shadows, nodding his head like he knew what was going on.

i pushed open the front door and with one step in my mom started yelling - i called it.

i sighed, sitting down on the couch waiting for the countless questions to hit me.

"tell me everything from the very beginning." my mom sat down across from me as ryan joined her.

"it was going great like a regular prom night, but when i went downstairs to the ballroom to get my heels i saw the incident happen with jack and then-"

"not from tonight, rilee. i mean all these years you've been friends with jack and sam. i understand you guys are seniors and are going to make mistakes, but these mistakes are serious. it's not like you're just sneaking off every night, you're doing drugs and now stealing things?"

"i mean one time i actually did sneak out," i giggled, looking up from the floor to see her straight face which made my giggles slowly die down. i cleared my throat, "but um, that was only once..."

"rilee! you're completely missing the point! why are you doing the things you do?" she asked.

i bit my bottom lip staring at my heels, "why not?"

"okay, you're impossible. up to your room. we'll talk more tomorrow morning." my mom pointed to the stairs.

thank you, i'm tired as fuc-

"watch your foot!" my mom yelled a little too late because i had already slipped walking up the stairs.

"your not drunk, are you?" ryan asked me.

i gripped the railing to help pull myself up, "no, i'm wearing heels. and since you're a guy you obviously don't know how hard it is to walk in them."

when i made it into my room i immediantly took my shoes off, tossing them to the foot of my bed. leaving my ankles to hurt like hell.

i turned the shower knob to the left wanting the water to be more on the warm than cold side. standing under the water was borderline orgasmic from this crazy night.

once i was out, i grabbed a makeup wipe to remove the smeared black pigment under my eyes and running down my cheeks. i changed into my tie dye spandex shorts, a soft white cotton shirt from american eagle, along with a black sports bra underneath.

i slid under my white comforter and turned on my phone to check the time.

3:45 am

a bunch of missed texts were on my screen - all from sammy.

2:16 am sammy// rilee, are you & gilinsky okay?

2: 36 am sammy// rebecca and i are still waiting for johnson to wake up.

2:42 am sammy// rilee answer your phone.

2:45 am sammy// i need to talk to you, baby. please. :(

2:58 am sammy// you need to tell me why you were crying so much.

3:09 am sammy// jack is awake, he's doing good. he said you're still a bitch ... don't take him too seriously, you know him. especially when he's a little loopy...

i felt myself smile at the last text i read and then the messages were pushed up from a new text arriving.

3:47 am sammy// open your window. daddy's here.

my eyes widened, number one, my mom will want to kill me for the second time tonight if she finds sammy in here. and number two, why can't he realize i'm never going to call him daddy?

i sleepily got out of my bed and wobbled over to my window, pushing it up slowly so it wouldn't make any noise.

i looked down seeing sam standing on the roof of the lower level from my house. "watch out." he spoke, pulling himself up and into my window. i helped him stand firmly on my hard wood floor as the wind from outside blew on to us.

his eyes were locked with mine for about five seconds until i started walking over to my bed. and of course he followed, getting under the covers with me and pulling me into his chest.

my arm was draped over his clothed stomach, gripping the sheets in my hand as i felt myself nearing a break down. the tears stinged my eyes as i tried to hold them in.

sammy's hand comfortingly rubbed my back, "what's going on, baby girl?"

i made a weird squeaking noise, finally letting out the tears into his shirt he must've changed into considering he wasn't wearing the clothes from prom either.

my emotions were built up tonight and right now i was letting them all out. but i felt stupid having sam here since i was confused and angry at him seeing him in the midst of hooking up with an unknown girl.

"rilee can i tell you something that might make things easier for you?" he whispered into my hair.

i moved my head on his chest so i could look into his eyes as best as i could since all my lights are off in my room. "if you want gilinsky and only gilinsky, i'm fine with it. you don't have to act like you love me too. i know you love jack ..."

i re-postioned myself so i was sitting up next to his chest, "i don't want jack. i- no, i don't mean it like that. i just..ugh!" i groaned loudly, shoving my face into my pillow.

"this was supposed to be a relationship between three friends with no strings attatched, but to be completely honest with you, you both play with my emotions every day!" i sat back up with frustrated tears running down my cheeks as sammy watched me go insane.

"i feel like i'm in love with both of you and that can't be happening! you both are my best friends and in the beginning i had a crush on both of you, but not like a dating crush, more of a 'let me ride you and call you daddy' crush. even though i don't call either of you daddy because that's just weird-"

sammy chuckled, interrupting all the rambling i was doing.

"and that chuckle!" i moaned, flopping on to my back next to him, "it's like a chuckle sent from the god's, i swear!" i groaned, rolling on to my side and looking at sam who was propped up on one of his shoulders, looking down at me.

"so it's like a fucking roller coaster that i'm on with you guys 24/7 and i don't know what to do anymore!" i sighed, completely out of breath, "maybe nate's right, maybe i am a slut."

"you're not a slut, rilee." sam chuckled again, scooting closer to me, "but if this was a kinky conversation i'd say that if anything, you're my slut." he shrugged.

my jaw dropped slightly as he stared at me with that famous smirk of his. i slowly grabbed a pillow with my right hand, flinging my arm around and smacking him in the head with it.

"not funny, samuel!" i said through my gritted teeth.

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