Dazed & Confused

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{Aryia's POV}

     Me and Griffin walk into the kitchen of the Panics' house. I head to the mini fridge and grab a white claw. I glance over at Griffin who is zoning out,
     "Want a white claw?" Griffin looks at me suddenly. I stand straight with two white claws in my hand and I hand him one.
     "You look like you need it." I pat Griffin on the back. He smiles and bit and opens it, taking a small sip of it. I lean on the counter next to Griffin. I open my mouth to speak but I'm then interrupted,
     "Hey guys." Jake walks in and stands next to griffin, putting his hand behind Griff.
     "Hey babe." Jake looks at Griffin and winks. Griffin just chuckles,
     "Hey jake." I fold my arms and mentally roll my eyes.
      "Okay, enough flirting you two." Tara walks in with Devyn behind her, following. Tara has a towel wrapped around her since she was in the hot tub. Devyn looks like she was getting ready to head in the hot tub as well.
      "Aww but Taraa, we haven't even started yettt." Jake jokely whines.
      "I don't really care Jake. You two are boring Aryia over here." Tara jokes with a big smirk on her face. Jake and Griffin look at me with grins,
      "She's not wrong." I sigh with a smirk too. Jake chuckles and shakes his head.
      "Y'all suck."
      "And you swallow." Griffin winks at Jake.
      "Oh barf! Get a room!" Seth says as he walks in as well.
      "Jesus Christ, how many people are gonna walk in here!" I ask jokely. Seth gives me an offended look,
      "Oh I see, I guess I'll just see myself out!" Seth pretends to leave but Corey walks in and drags Seth back in the kitchen. Seth huff and hops on the counter. Corey grabs a drink from the fridge, not saying a word.
     "Yo Corey you good?" Jake asks. Corey slams the fridge shut,
     "No I'm not. All of you idiots are just standing here having fun as if nothing is wrong!!" Corey snaps.
      "Corey, what are you talking about?" Tara asks.
       "SAM!!! IM TALKING ABOUT SAM!! YOU GUYS ARE ACTING LIKE SAM WAS NEVER EVEN APART OF THE PANICS'. EVERYONE KNOWS HOW EMPTY IT FEELS HERE WITHOUT HIM!!"
    "But we have seen s-" I quickly kick Griffins leg to get him to shut up. Griffin winces and looks at me. I just glare at him and then look at corey.
     "He's not wrong.." Devyn mumbles. Shes been very quiet since Sam left. It's been very quiet since Sam left. No matter how many parties we have, how many times we sit on the couch and play video games or drinking games, it's always like something is missing.
     "Sam was the best here." Colby says. His face is all fucked up from Nate. Nate has been hiding in his room or the garage ever since he hurt Colby. I sign.
     "Yeah. He was...."

[2 Hours Later]
{Sam's POV}

     I sigh and sit up from the couch. Maybe fighting him will blow off some steam I guess. I get up and head outside. Once I walk out, I see Colby stretching. Colby looks up at me then stops stretching. He grins,
"I'll let you throw the first punch." I take a deep breath in and then back out. He doesn't think I can beat his ass. I slowly grin to myself, let's just wait and see. The look on his face will be so priceless. I walk close enough to him and raise up my fists. You've done this before Samuel. You got this. I tried to hide the smirk on my face before winking at him and quickly punching him straight in the face. Colby had already raised his own fists up and he took the punch like a champ, the only difference was the dangerous look in his eyes that could scare anyone, but not me.
"Looks like the big bad wolf is all riled up now." I chuckle sarcastically and Colby takes a nice good swing at me but I dodge it since I saw it coming. I take a nice good swing as his thigh where he got shot, making him groan in pain and almost fall to his knees. I quickly take that chance and kick him in the stomach as hard as possible. Colby stumbles back again but keeps his balance pretty well. My eyes widen a bit, not bad, not bad. Colby then charges at me and punches me in the stomach repeatedly. I feel blood rush up my throat and drip out of my mouth a bit. I quickly wipe it away so he wouldn't notice and gulp down all of the blood in my throat. I knee Colby as hard as I can in the face, then grabbing his elbow and using my thumb to hold down on his pressure point and knee him straight in the abs then kicking him to the ground. Colby wraps his leg around my ankle and trips me once he hits the floor. I fall next to him which gives him the advantage to punch me repeatedly. But he wasn't punching me that hard. Then I realize, he's holding back on me. He seriously doesn't believe I'll can beat him. I feel my blood boil and with that, I use all my strength to switch our positions. I was on top this time, punching him repeatedly as hard as I can. Colby's face was covered in blood. All I could see was blood. I start feeling weak and lightheaded. Fuck. No no no no NO!! This stupid fucking stomach disorder is gonna make me lose! FUCK THAT SHIT!! Colby takes advantage of how weak I'm getting and switches us once again, this time he used his knee and foot to hold my legs down and pinned my arms above my head, holding down on my pressure points. I struggle underneath him but then I realize its no use. Colby's breathing was just as heavy as mine if not more. I hate myself so much.
"You did good, better than expected. You have to keep your feet grounded, Don't let people knock you down. Fists up, protect your face. Punch straight, keep your thumb on the outside of your fist, you could break it if you don't."
     "Oh really? Surprised I haven't broken my thumb then. Better start doing that then." I spit, the sarcasm dripping from my voice accidentally. He really thought I didn't know how to fight?! Colby glances at me worriedly.
"Who's blood is on you?" Colby asks. I feel panic slightly rush over me.
     "No ones, fuck off." Colby just shrugs and walks into the bunker, leaving me on the floor. I sigh and lay down fully before feeling myself gag again. I quickly lift myself off the ground and I instantly throw up a bunch of blood. I feel myself becoming extremely weak and lightheaded. Jesus Christ. I cough a bit more blood before getting up slowly and wiping my mouth with my hand again. I walk into the bunker and head to my bathroom real quick to brush my teeth and get rid of all the blood in my mouth. I look up in the mirror and notice all my cuts had been reopened and bleeding as well. God dammit. I then remember about the shot wound I got from one of The Panics' shooting me. I quickly take off my shirt and look at my left hip. Fuck. There's blood everywhere. It was even soaking through my shirt and I didn't even realize it.
     "Yo Sam," I hear Colby call from the other room. I crouch down in front of the sink and grab bandages.
     "Yeah?" I answer as casually and non panically as possible.
     "Want a white claw? Or a truly? We have both." Colby says from the other room and rinse a clean towel in water and clean the wound.
      "I'll just have a truly, thanks." I then quickly wrap the wound in the bandages before Colby speaks again.
       "What flavor?"
       "Peach would be nice."
I grab a clean shirt and put it on before looking in the mirror again quickly washing my face of the blood, feeling a small sting from my wounds while doing so. I dry my face then fix my hair since it's a mess. I head out of my room and then I'm met with Colby, he stops in front of my and hands me a truly.
     "Thanks." I mumble. Colby just smiles a bit.
     "Want more lessons?"