Chapter 8

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"Faith please." I begged. It's 6:30 and Sammy said he'd pick me up at 8. "Fine. I guess." She sighed. "Yay!" I said clapping my hands together. I quickly showered and put on a pair of faded skinny jeans with a white dream-catcher tank top with a denim vest over it and a long dream-catcher necklace. I paired the outfit with my black Vans. I slightly curled the ends of my hair and done my everyday makeup except with a orange-ish-red lipstick. I grabbed my purse and my phone. Faith wore a Pierce The Veil t-shirt with a pair of skinny jeans and her Converse. "Ready?" She asked grabbing her phone. I nodded and we went to the front porch to wait on Sammy. I looked at the clock. 7:45. At exactly 8:00, Sammy's car pulled up. "Hey, Sammy. Uh, this is Faith." I said and she waved. Sammy smiled back with a small wave.


When we got to the party, the music could be felt thumping through the ground as we parked. We walked in, following Sammy into the kitchen. Sammy handed the both of us a red cup of beer. Faith gave me a look and i shrugged taking a drink of it.


*play Trap Queen by Fetty Wap*


About 3 hours later, Sammy and i were clearly drunk. The song Trap Queen came on. "Sammy, dance with me." I slurred. Sammy smiled and pulled me to the dance floor. I began to dance with Sammy and sang the lyrics in my ear. I looked around and saw Nate and Adriana dancing together, which only inspired me more. After the song was over, Sammy and i went back to the kitchen island. I saw Nate coming towards us. "What are you doing, man?" Nate demanded. "Hanging with my date." He said back, wrapping his arms around me so i was in front of him, between Nate and Sammy. I giggled lightly. Nate gave us a dirty look and stormed away. Sammy pulled me up to what i was guessing is his room and handed me pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Night, Haven." He said as we climbed into the bed. Sammy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, so my head was in his chest. "Night Sammy." I mumbled. And everything went black.

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