𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵

10

"I really hope no ones sucking face in here." Sam jokes, opening the door.

Kody's house was pretty big for living in Shadyside. There were multiple doors on either side of the hallway and it was all carpeted upstairs.

We step inside, our hands brushing together.

"Holy shit. It's like a toddler's room." I say, glancing around the tiny bedroom.

There was a bed made to look like a red racecar, racing wallpaper plastered all around, and a tiny bookshelf in the corner. Sam walks over and sits on the bed, adn all I can think about is how pretty she looks. Moonlight streams in from the window, lighting up her hair and making her blue eyes sparkle.

"You kinda look like a giant in the bed." I joke, staring at her from my position against the wall.

"You look kinda pretty." Sam says, tossing a pillow at me.

I catch it fluently, eyeing her carefully. "Hell was that for?" I ask, tossing the pillow back.

Sam gets off the bed and takes a couple steps over to me. "Give me your music thingy." I carefully take it out of my pocket, with the mix already inside. I pull the headphones over her ears, gently tucking golden strands of hair behind her ear. I press play and soon music floods into the headphones, filling Sam's ears. She moves her arms, snaking them around my neck. She slowly starts swaying, eyeing me with a slight smirk.

"Dance. C'mon!" She laughs happily, continuing her movement.

"I don't know how.." I trail off, lost in Sam's ocean eyes.

"Okay, well first, place her hands on my hips."

"I can't." I say, flailing my hands around, unable to keep them still.

"Yes you can." Sam undoes her hands from around my neck and leads my arms closer to her body. She grabs my fingers and rests them lightly on her waist, smiling as she does so. She plays with the neck of my shirt, her fingers softly finding my skin. I shudder at the touch, it almost burning. Her nails trace a swirl on my collarbone as she continues to move along with the song.

She might be drunk, but she isn't completely unaware. The beer gave her confidence, not the actions, the movements. It acted almost like a drug, but the drug had a name; Deena Johnson.

"What are you doing?" I mumble, unable to feel anything but her touch. Almost like all my senses are consumed with Sam, amused by how different she was acting.

"Nothing we haven't been wanting." She replies just as quietly.

"You're drunk, Fraser. I saw you with that cup earlier."

"You smell nice." She coos, brushing off my comment.

I'm lost in thought, like I was in a trance. I don't hear the doorknob rattle, or it swing open.

"The fuck are you doing?"

Sam leaps away from me like she touched fire. The feeling stung, but I couldn't think of that now. I turn around, anger rushing through my veins. I already knew who it was by that stupid, stupid voice.

Kennedy strides over, looking like she saved the world. "Don't turn Sam into another faggot. We don't need a second dyke at this school." My fists clench, unclench. I lose any sense of normal thoughts. Anger races through my veins, overriding my brain. My arm acts like it has a mind of its own and soon it's in the air. Time seems to slow as my fist collides with Kennedy's nose and comes back to my side as quickly as it happened.

Blood gushes out of her nose like an uncontrollable waterfall. Her hands instantly reach up to cup her nose and she runs out of the room screaming something about 'the dyke hit me.'

I sprint out of the room, following in Kennedy's footsteps. Tears drip from my eyes. I run out of the house and soon Kate and Simon are chasing after me. I come to a stop in the middle of the road, my arms on my knees. I bend over, taking in a mouthful of salty tears as I try to catch my breath.

"What the fuck just happened?"

A/N:  Sorry I haven't been uploading a lot, school's been busy. I might put a pause on this story for a bit.