trøuble. (s.w.)

fourteen.

*three days after the makeup.*

charlottes pov:

"charlotte! charlotte! char, please wake up!" i hear sam saying franticly while shaking me. i was sleeping on the couch of his house. "what? what? whats wrong?" i ask shooting up and rubbing my eyes. "i need to go to the hospital." he says, wiping away a few tears. "sam, sam, whats wrong? what happened? why do we need to go to the hospital?" i ask now getting up off the couch and rubbing his back. "nate, nate, nate, he overdosed."

i felt like i was being stabbed, nate? overdosed? i didn't think he fucked with anything but weed. we immediately hopped into my car and practically speeded to the hospital he was at. once we arrived, we asked for the room number. we ran up and down the halls until we stopped at his room, room 324.

there he was, laying on his bed, looking dead. he was hooked up to all these machines and tubes. seeing him like this, i couldn't help but break down and sob even harder then before. i collapse into sam's chest while crying and feel him lay his head on mine as his tears fall into my hair.

i lift my head slowly, sniffle my nose, and ask sam "do you know why he did this?" he sniffles his nose too and wipes some of my tears. "no, charlotte, i don't. i wish i did but, i don't."

jack and jack both walk in with the doctor following right behind them. we all crowd him, asking questions franticly. "i assume youre all his friends." we nod "good, well, nate had many drugs in his system, percocets, codeine, and marijuana. luckily, not enough to kill him but, enough to do some serious body damage right now we are just giving him some oxygen and trying to clear the drugs from his system. he should be waking up in a few hours." the doctor left the room and we all looked at each other as silence fell in the room.

"none of this would've happened if he didn't fucking fall for charlotte." gilinksy mumbles under his breath but still making sure i heard it. "excuse me?" "you heard me, youre the reason he could've been dead. you let him fall for you, you let him fuck you, and the second your little boy toy sammy finds out, you leave. poor sam too, you little slut. you fucking led him on for days and he fell for you, which never happens, you go fuck his best friend, and come back to him. what now? youre gonna suck off me and johnson?" he was right and, i knew it. i was a whore and this is all my fault. "im sorry, youre right. ill just go." i say quietly and walk away until i hear sam yelling.

"why would you say that, gilinsky? youre no fucking angel either, i should know, one in this entire room is. you don't have to blame it on her, she has enough to deal with." i turn around and retrace my steps back to the room to see sam on top on gilinksy, punching him. "sam, sam, stop fighting with him. hes youre friend." he recognizes that im back and he stands up and walks over to me. "i know, charlotte but, he made you upset." he says "i know, its okay. i deserved it. but really, im gonna go and you better call me when nate wakes up." i will, char, see you." "see you later, sam."

//authors note.// aw kinda sad chapter and also kinda shitty chapter sorry. please comment about how you like the story and want to see in upcoming chapters, love you!