smut // sam and colby

revenge of the nerd // s.g. (pt 2)

prompt: stacy hates admitting it, but sam got under her skin. and now, she needs him more than ever. 

POV: first person, non-reader, original OC

trigger warning: SMUT, drinking/partying scene, cursing, popular!OC, a little bit less over the top than last time tho lol, sam is a "nerd" still, degradation, slut mentions thru the roof, baby girl/good girl/whore mentions, no condom sex, possible dubcon??, just be aware if that's not something you're interested in reading

word count: 3003

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"You have no idea how badly I need this party tonight." I sighed, taking a huge gulp of my drink.

Heather raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you okay? You've been wound up ever since that party like two weeks ago."

"I've just had a lot on my mind, and all I want to do is relax." I huffed.

Heather smirked, "It wouldn't have anything to do with that Sam guy you got paired up with fo-"

"No!" I screeched suddenly, clearing my throat right after. "No. I-It has nothing to do with him."

She put her hands up defensively, "Okay, just checking. I'll be right back."

I nodded my head, turning away and rolling my eyes as I downed my drink. I can't believe she would bring up Sam.

Ugh, even the sound of his name pissed me off.

I hated to even admit it, but Sam got under my skin. For the past two weeks he had been all I can think about anymore. And what doesn't help is the boys that I usually used for my "distraction" weren't able to distract me. Or get me off.

And then when I would try to... alleviate myself, all I could think about was him.

I was sexually frustrated, and it was all because Sam left me high and dry.

Fucking nerd.

And what's worse is I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. I wanted to tease him, to make him feel as sexually frustrated as I was. That's the least of what he deserved. But I had no way to reach out to him. Not to mention, I didn't want him thinking I was crawling back to him.

If I get the chance to, he'll pay for how he made me feel that night.

I stomped through the house, trying to see where Heather went off to. I glanced around the living room, trying to find her. But my eyes landed on someone else.

Sam. Sitting with a girl. Obviously flirting.

My stomach dropped at the sight of him. He was dressed in a similar style like before. He took a sip from his solo cup, his eyes looking up and down at the girl he was talking to.

Should I go over to him? Oh my God no! What am I saying?

I watched as the girl slid her hand onto his leg, laughing at something he said. Then suddenly, his eyes gazed over at me.

I stumbled back, his icy blue look taking me by surprised. I immediately turned around and headed for the kitchen, praying that he didn't notice me staring.

Dear God, I'm just as pathetic as him. This is the absolute worst.

I needed to pour myself a new drink. I shoved past the random people blocking my way. I groaned as I made it to the sink, grabbing a new cup and making a quick vodka soda.