˗ˏˋthe bakeryˎˊ˗

six..

i walked into the ginormous, booming house.

the aroma filled up with whiskey, weed and sex.

"heeey, jack-jack!" cameron's voice filled my ears.

he was obviously drunk.

"yo, cam." the three of us said to him.

a random girl came to him and grabbed his hand, dragging him upstairs.

"damn." sam whispered.

i chuckled.

after half an hour or so, i had one beer and no hot girls were around.

sammy was sucking off a girls face in the corner.

johnson was on his phone, completely bored as i was.

"let's go, gilinsky?" he suggested.

"i thought you would never ask." i breathed.

he chuckled.

i walked towards sam and tapped his shoulder.

"sam, c'mon. we're leaving." i said, tugging his shirt.

i pulled him away and her face was smirking.

"she called you daddy, didn't she?" i questioned him, eyeing his hard-on.

"god, yes." he exclaimed.

i rolled my eyes.

what if that girl called me daddy?

that would be hot.

now, i'm comprehending sam's obsession with girls referring to him as daddy.