Living Under The Same Roof

Chapter 4 : Consequences

Lacey's pov

The weekend went by as slowly as it could. I felt sick all weekend. I was puking constantly. Whenever I ate something, I threw it up. I couldn't keep anything down. I don't remember anything that happened Friday night so I hope Sam does. Last thing I remembered was Sam handing me another round of shots.

But when Monday came rolling in, I knew that I had to put a smile on my face and act as if nothing is wrong.

"Morning hunny." My mom greeted me.

"Morning." I mumbled feeling sick and tired. I really wasn't up for school today, but my mom doesn't know that I was sick all weekend. She got home late last night after I fell asleep.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a little sick." My mom walked over to me concerned.

"No mom! I'm fine! I'm gonna just go get ready to leave." I said and walked over to my entrance where I put on my boots, jacket and headed out the door. Luckily, the bus pulled up right as I stepped foot out the door.

I pulled myself into the bus and immediately felt Sam's eyes on me. I could feel the tension as I quickly shuffled down the aisle and took my seat. My body was pushed back into my seat because the bus started rolling down the street to pick up the next kid. I started listening to One Dance by Drake but was interrupted by a soft tap on my shoulder. I pulled one of my earbuds out and turned my head. There sat Quinn.

"Hey hun, I heard about your little scene with Sam Friday night," she said using the voice you would use to speak to a toddler, "and I'm not okay with that. See, here's the thing, Sam is mine, not yours, so back off. Sam told us about how pathetic you were in bed and how you needed him soooo bad. You wanna know the best part? It's all on tape. It was all a set up and now, everyone in the school will know and see how stupid and needy you are. I hope your day goes well! Love you!" She said and skipped back to her seat. I looked at Sam with tears filling my eyes but he didn't even look in my direction. The shame I felt was unbearable. The fact that I thought that Sam actually had feelings for me, or at least, a friendship, seems so stupid to me now.

As the bus stopped, I quickly wiped my tears from my face and walked off the bus where a gust of wind hit me. I took a deep breath and walked into the school. Everyone was looking at their phones, laughing, pointing fingers at me and I knew that they were watching the video. My cheeks were red with embarrassment. I couldn't believe that it was only the beginning of the school year and I already have a new nickname: Sam's Slut. I kept my head down and walked to my locker where Stephanie and Kinsley stood there waiting for me.

"What's going on Lacey?" Stephanie asked sternly.

"I'd rather not talk about it here or now." I said keeping my head in my locker.

"Well we want some answers." Kinsley said crossing her arms and taking a step forward. I thought they'd be a little more helpful and supporting than they are.

"Well, you don't get to tell me what I have to say. It's my choice. And I thought you guys would be a little more kind about the situation because you are my friends. I guess my expectations were too high for you." I snapped and slammed my locker shut. I walked down the hall to get to my first class and it seemed like everybody heard me get mad. They were all staring at me like I lost a limb.

"What?" I said and everyone snapped out of their gaze. I walked into my class and picked the seat in the back corner. Kinsley nor Stephanie were in this class with me so it wouldn't be as awkward for me. The unlucky thing for me was that Sam was in this class with me. He walked in laughing with his friends. I watched him walk over and sit in his desk on the other side of the class. Before he sat down, he looked at me and our eyes locked. My vision became blurry from the tears forming in my eyes. I bit my lip in attempt to not shed a tear but unsuccessfully, a small tear slipped from my eye. I quickly wiped the tear away and looked to the front of the class where our teacher stood. I was not planning on crying during class. I took a deep breath and class finally started.