salted wound |sameena|

three.

the obnoxious bell rings, releasing deena from that hell hole. she couldn't stand sitting next to sam, and her stupid blonde hair.

deena makes a short stop at her locker, putting her things away before she makes her way out.

"chh. deena johnson to the principals office," simon appears behind her laughing.

"what are you doing here?"

"uhh hitching a ride, duhh,"

"that's cute.. no." deena replies

"pleasee, pleasee deena." simon interlocks his fingers and jumps up and down.

"why am i nice to you?" she sighs throwing books onto a shelf.

"ooh. also, super huge party at zeke parr's house tonight," simon adds.

"no, no fucking way," deena snaps.

"deena come on, it's gonna be packed. even the robotics club is gonna be there."

deena begins walking, "i'll think about it, okay?"

"hurry up you've got two hours," simon smiles.

—
the moody brunette sits in her room, music blasting. just fully taking in her first of many shitty days at that school. especially if samantha fraser was involved. she bounces a ball off her ceiling that returns to her hand, waiting for hours to pass.

"shit. my history project, fuck." deena quickly rushes to her backpack, opening it and grabbing her notebook. she pulls it out and realizes, this isn't her notebook.

"fuck, this is sam's bag." deena rolls her eyes and hits her forehead.

—
sam moves in her kitchen making her own dinner, her parents were both at work, so its boxed meal for tonight. her mind traces back to history class and her second shitty encounter with deena johnson. she doesn't want to be enemies with deena, sam starts to become hopeful that the history project might bring them closer considering she starts to regret what she said.

"my history project, i forgot." sam goes to find her backpack sitting in her room.

"this isn't my fucking backpack," sam groans, "i was in such a rush to get out of there, i grabbed the wrong bag, you've got to be kidding."

curiously sam put her hand in the bag and started pulling out deena's items. sam finds polaroids of her, kate, and simon. she giggles at them, admiring their friendship.

"i have to return this bag," sam sighs.

making her way down the steps, she cracks open the phone book and dials the johnson residence.

the line rings.

"uh, hello. who's this?" deena answers, not amused.

"hey it's sam, from school,"

"goodbye," deena replies.

"no deena, wait."

deena sighs into the phone, obviously annoyed by even having to speak to sam.

"listen, can i just come over and drop off your bag, i noticed we switched them. i'll be quick, i just need to do my homework."

"homework? surprised you're not going to your boyfriends party instead." deena chuckles.

"zeke isn't exactly my boyfriend."

"he isn't? ohh was that too cliche for him, you know, cheerleader girlfriend with a football boyfriend." deena retorts.

"it's really none of your business, deena. just let me drop the bag off."

"whatever." deena slams the phone on the hook and walks away.

—
sam stops outside deena's house, and steps up the porch.

knocking on the door, she patiently waits for deena to open the door.

"come on, deena," sam taps her foot waiting.

the door rips open and deena stands in the doorway in a flannel. "finally, i've been waiting," sam scoffs.

"yeah, uh huh. give me a sec," deena says stepping away. "here you go,"

"is this my stuff?" sam asks.

"ding, ding, ding." deena smirks. "can you go now? i have to pick up a friend for that party."

"wait you're going?" sam raises her eyebrow.

"i know such a shock, you didn't know band kids could go to parties, did you?" she asks sarcastically.

"no, just- look i get it deena, i made a really, really shitty first impression-"

"really shitty? you made fun of me for my dad's actions, something i cannot control. plus, you talk tons of shit about this town that you think you're too good for!" she yells. "listen, i'm not going to fight with you. just leave me alone, okay? maybe some people just don't want to talk to you sam." deena slams the door in her face.

sam bites at her lip, she's been doing this since she was 7. it soothes her, but her mother hates it when she does this, usually smacks her mouth if she catches her doing it.

—
simon and deena walk into zeke's large house, pretty big for shadyside. teens are already spilling drinks on themselves and making out on walls.

"let's get it started, wooo!" simon yells while jumping into a large crowd of people.

"well he's gone," deena mumbles as she puts her hands into her pocket and strolls around the house. she grabs a half drunken beer off the table and takes a few sips.

standing on a wall she observes everyone at the party, simon dancing over by the stairs, the robotics team is playing drinking games, and zeke is kissing another girl.

zeke is kissing another girl.