The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 2

Edited August 15th, 2015

By lunch, everyone knew that Sammy kissed me. Whenever I was in the hallway, everyone pointed and whispered. What? Wasn't it the usual for Sammy to kiss girls in the hallway?

"So, a little birdy told me you kissed Sammy." Nash said, his fists curled into balls. He seemed really angry.

"Okay, first of all, calm down. Second, he kissed me." Nash nodded.

"Girl! What the fuck?" my friend, Misty said, as she set her lunh down next to me. "The Sammy Wilkinson kissed you, Sammi Harper. And you pushed him away!"

"He's just trying to get me into his bed," I shrugged, and poked at my food. Some disgusting mush. Ew.

"No, Sammi, he totally likes you!" when I shook my head, she continued. "He let you ride his motorcycle! He doesn't let anyone do that."

"Well, I gave him a ride yesterday. He owed me." I said, shrugging again. Misty sighed and gave up. Everyone in our group of friends soon arrived, but I didn't talk.

After lunch, I found myself corned yet again by Sammy.

"What!" I exclaimed, clearly annoyed.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" he asked  angrily. "No one turns me down."

"Except me," I smirked, scooting around him. But he pulled me back by my wrist.

"Listen," he growled, but then relaxed. "I'm having a party Friday with a couple friends. Want to come?"

Hm, maybe I can turn this into something good.

"Sure. Can I go now?" he let go of me and I headed off to class.

-------Friday-------

Ever since Tuesday, Sammy hasn't cornered me once. He's treating me like a... friend. His friends, Jack and Jack, were pretty cool. We'd hung out a couple times, well, actually, more like talked through my window. But they were really funny.

I started getting ready for the party. I wore ripped skinny jeans and a crop top. I told my mom I was going to Misty's house, then crossed the lawn and into Sammy's house. What he said was a party with a couple friends was really a huge party.

"There she is!" Sammy said, pulling me into a hug.

"Heyy," I said, giggling. I hugged Jack and Jack, then followed Sammy into his house. I immediately felt the heat of sweating teenagers. Everyone was swaying to the loud music, most of them drunk. Sammy grabbed my hand and led me threw the crowds.

"Here," Sammy said, handing me a red cup.

"What is this?" I asked, swishing it around a bit.

"Just soda," he smirked, shrugging. I rolled my eyes and dumped it in the sink. I refilled it with water.

"Just soda, huh? Didn't look like coke."

"Cocain isn't a liquid, dumbass." he said, laughing. "But I'll find you some." he raised his eyebrows and I smacked him.

"Whatever." I said as a blonde with very revealing clothes went up to Sammy. "Good luck!" I said, gesturing to the blonde and walked around the crowd. I found myself standing in a back corner.

"Sammi," a voice said in my ear. He rested his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. I barely turned my head when he whipped me around. There was no mistaking those bright blue eyes.

"Hey Nash!" I said, getting a little nervous. He was kind of close.

"Didn't know you liked parties," he whispered, leaning his over until his lips touched mine. I was in too much shock to do anything. But before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him back. He took this as a sign to remove any space there was between us. His hands slowly slid under my shirt. I shivered at the feeling of his warm hands on my back. He slowly made his way towards my breasts. Wait, what were we doing? I pulled back and pushed him away.

"What hell, Nash?" I said, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

"What? Should we go somewhere more private?" he wrapped his arms around me again. I smacked his hands away.

"You're drunk," I said.

"No. But you're coming with me or I will fucking murder you. I've been waiting for this for years." he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and headed for me again. He quickly held my hands behind my back and pushed his lips back to mine. I refused to respond, frozen with terror. Nash was frustrated, so he pushed me against the wall and pinned me down with his hands as he made his way down my neck. I took this as my chance to scream.

"Help!" I yelled, but not many people were around us and everyone was too drunk to notice. Then I spotted Sammy surrounded by girls. "Sammy! Help!" I screamed before Nash clapped a hand to my mouth and slapped my cheek, hard. Tears streamed down my face, and I looked towards Sammy again. He wasn't there. Great, I'm about to be raped by my "best friend." All of a sudden, Nash wasn't pushing me against the wall. He was on the ground, being punched repeatedly by Sammy.

"What the hell!" Sammy shouted at him. I was shaking as I pulled Sammy off of him. "Sammi." his face softened, and he pulled me in and hugged me. "Are you okay?" I gave a little nod and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back soothingly. "Hey, your safe now. Let's go." he carefully led me up the stairs, giving one last glare to Nash.

"Thank you," I said as he steered me into his room. He nodded and hugged me again.

"Get some rest." he said, shutting the door. I locked it behind him, got into bed, and fell into a peaceful sleep.