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The next morning, Sam was sat on her bed, reading a book. Or at least trying too. Her ocd made that really hard. She just needed something to distract herself from yesterday's events.
"Hey, Sam?" Dustin spoke, climbing halfway up the ladder.
"What?" she responded, still looking at her book.
"Do you wanna come with me to Mike's?"
"You sure he'd want me there? I'm the reason they fought."
"No, you're not. And if we're going to find Eleven, we'll need you."
"Not according to Lucas," she finally looked at him.
"None of what he said was true, okay? He just wanted to upset you."
"Yeah, well, it worked."
"Come on, please? Mike stood up for you for a reason. He wants you there."
Sam stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Fine."
She climbed off her bed and got ready in the bathroom.
The twins then rode their bikes to the Wheeler house.
"I just.. I can't believe she didn't come back," Mike said, pacing back and forth in the basement.
"She's gotta be close," Dustin reassured.
"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."
"Mike, calm down," Sam spoke.
"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."
"Mike, this isn't your fault."
"Yeah, it's Lucas'."
"It wasn't his fault, either," Dustin said, Sam looking up at him.
"It wasn't his fault?"
"No."
"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line? Did you not hear what he said to El and Sam?"
"He totally was, but so were you!"
"What?"
"And so was Eleven."
"Oh, give me a break."
"No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! Sam and I were the only reasonable ones. But the bottom line is.. you pushed first. And you know the rule. You draw first blood.."
"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand. He didn't have to lie to Sam."
