The Band Next Door

Chapter 14 - A little too much to drink.

(Yeah I know we skipped Chapter *enter the number which comes after 12 and before 14* but I have an OCD {i dont know if that phrase even suits the context} about the number *enter the number which comes after 12 and before 14* and I fear it very much. So, we'll be skipping that chapter number. c; -Nikita :3 )

(Sam'a POV)

I walked down the beach. It was around midnight but I didn't care. I couldn't handle the intensity of the situation so I did the stupidest thing in the world: bought a bottle of tequila and ran out of the club. At the moment I was gulping the bottle down faster than my heartbeat. I looked out the beach. It was pretty dark but not completely. Must be the campfire at the other end. Was that even allowed? That too a campfire in Miami? Wow...people are really weird.

"Sam?" I heard a voice and turned around to confront...

...Ryan.

"Wh-a-at the hh-hell are y-you dojing har?" I slurred. My consciousness was blackening out now. Though I noticed something else too. He had a can of beer in his hand too. And that is not something you see your boss with everyday. Yes, I'm talking about the teacher Ryan.

His eyes narrowed at my sight. Maybe because I was sloshed.

"Sam..." he asked me, "Are you drunk?"

And then I realized that I was. Therefore I had the right to be crazy.

"No, I'm hammered" I said, biting my lower lip. I was trying to be seductive by the way. So what, sue me! He looked completely gorg in his shorts and white shirt (which was buttoned down ALL the way). I knew that I would regret this but whatever. I just needed a way to get him out of my mind. Even if it meant getting chummy with my super-hot music teach.

"Gosh, w-what happened?" he asked me, all oh-so-concerned. He too was a tad bit drunk. Though all I did was slowly near him.

"Life" I replied as I looked him in the eye.

He didn't say anything, because what do you say when you honor roll student is flirting her butt off with you? Well glad I haven't experienced that.

Sensing his discomfort even in my drunken state I backed away a bit only to pace towards the sea and finally sit down at a place where the water only just touched my feet.

He remained quiet, maybe trying to figure me out.

"Sit" I commanded as I motioned besides me. After a few moments of internal debate he did what was told to him. Atta boy.

"Life's a bitch" I said as I downed some of the tequila.

Then he did the unexpected. "I couldn't agree more" he replied.

I met my eyes with his grey irises.

"Wan-na t-telllll mee?" I asked getting slurry-er with every moment.

He took a deep breath only to look away from my eyes and look into the ocean.

"My fiache, Juliana...l-l-left me." He stated. All I did was laugh. He looked at me quizzically.

"Fiache! Fianche!" I shouted, unable to control the alcohol. Wow...I really did remember my pronunciations even when I was drunk. That ought to set some strange record.

He kept looking my way puzzled before I at least settled a bit.

"Take t-th-this b-boss." I handed him my bottle of tequila, thinking if he needed something stronger than beer. I was right and he took the bottle from me. In that time I snatched his beer and downed it too at once. Not that there was much left anyway.