Sammi Evelyn POV
Two days after they left.
I woke by someone pulling back my covers. The light was blinding and I whimpered and dove under pillows. That were already taken that someone was beating me with.
"That's it, Samantha!" I heard Lila yell, "I am sick of it! This self-pity bullshit is just killing me! Get your ass up! RIGHT NOW!"
I struggled to get up.
"Now, go take a shower, do your hair, put some make up, get clothes on and GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THIS ROOM BEFORE I BURN IT DOWN!" Lila yelled before walking out the room and slamming the doow.
Thirty minutes later I walked out the room wearing a crop top that said 'UMMM. OK.', daisy dukes, and black Vans.
Lila was waiting out there and tapping her foot in her black boots and ripped up crop top and polka-dot black and white skirt. Her rustic red hair was curly and pulled back to show off her 5sos earrings. She was so pretty. And so mean.
"Are over your self-pity yet?" Lila asked, her tone not getting nicer. She was really mad today, "Well, too bad."
"C'mon," Sam pulled Taylor and Nash into the room who sat on opposite ends of the couch with me in the middle.
"I don't wanna do this," I stood but Lila pushed me back down.
"Too bad," she said, "You lied down with both of them, now you're going to deal with it."
"But,"
"Shut up," Lila said, "If more body parts are coming out of your mouth, I'll get the soft porn."
"Lila, you are being totally—" Taylor began and she threw a pillow at him.
"I'm being totally fair if you were wondering," Lila said.
"She's right," Sam said and I swear I could have punched him, "Grow a pair and let's talk like adults."
Nash was quiet the whole time we argued. He didn't want to be here.
"You guys do not come off that couch until you get all your shit together, got it?" Lila said then her and Sam walked away.
I looked at both the boys and sighed.
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