(Sam's POV)
Diana led Sam through the school past other Coates kids who moved out of her way. Sam spotted two girls who he remembered from the concert. The excited redhead and stoic black haired girl. The redhead seemed hungover. Diana led him to the sick bay and pushed the door open without knocking.
"Hi, Diana. What seems to be the problem?" His mother's voice came from inside.
"Your, son," said Diana bluntly.
"What?" asked Connie. Sam stepped in through the door and waved awkwardly. Connie stared.
"Why are you at Coates?" Mum asked. She looked frazzled and tired.
Diana gave her a smile, "He came home with us."
"How?" Connie asked.
"In the car." Diana said as she left. Slamming the door behind her.
"Who was driving the car?" No answer came. She turned to Sam and he gulped.
"Where's Quinn?" Connie asked.
"I don't know." Sam told her. Connie sighed and then stopped dead.
"Is that a hickey?" Mum asked. Sam reached up and felt his neck, some parts hurt to touch.
Mum grabbed her keys, "We're going home."
Sam regretted everything. They walked out of school silently and into the car. Connie wouldn't look at him.
"Call Quinn, see where he ended up." Connie said, she sounded mad. Sam pulled out his phone and called Quinn. Quinn picked up on the third call.
"Hey, Brah" Said Quinn's tired voice.
"Hey Dude. Did you get home safe?" Sam asked.
"About that," Quinn started, "I woke up in a random bush but I'm at home now. Where did you end up?"
"Coates."
"Nice, What happened?" Quinn asked.
"The drinks were spiked, I think," Sam answered. Connie looked back at him shocked.
"Ohh, cool man!" Quinn said, "See you at school brah."
"Schools today?" Sam almost yelled.
"Yeah, starts in 45 minutes, I gotta take an aspirin, bye." Quinn hung up.
"So..." Connie started, "How do you know the drinks were spiked."
Sam sighed. Connie looked disappointed and Sam felt the same
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Sam walked into class 5 minutes late and noticed that half the class hadn't turned up and the people who had looked mostly dead.
"Sit down." Said Mr. Trentlake and went back to drooling over the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
Sam flopped into the seat behind Quinn who groaned at him.
Sam looked around. Astrid and Ashley were the only people who looked fine. Emma looked like she was just tired and Anna wasn't present. Everyone else looked dead.
Astrid gave Sam a death glare and then moved on to glare at someone else, Sam winced.
Next to Astrid, Elijah looked like he had been hit by a bus and hadn't even had time to fix his hair.
Mary Terrifeno looked like a ghost all pale face and sweat. She yawned.
The last person who had turned up was Bouncing Bette with a couple of cuts on her hand and blood staining small spots on her shirt she looked the worst of all.
Mr. Trentlake sighed and dropped his chalk, "Are any of you listening?"
Yeaaaaa, All good duddddddddddde." Quinn drawled, he leaned back, picked Sam's arm up and smashed his head against it.
"Anyone else?" Mr. Trentlake asked.
Elijah got up and walked out like a zombie. Astrid scoffed and crossed her arms. Mr. Trentlake sighed
Mr. Trentlake hurried after him,
"You can't just leave!!!!!!"
Neither of them came back.
Emma leaned over and fell asleep on Ashley. Ashley stared at her in confusion.
"DUDDDEE wHY you so mad? Its hurting my head." Quinn asked Astrid who rolled her eyes and looked away.
"What the hell did you do last night?" Ashley questioned.
Bette shrugged.
Astrid glared at her, "They all got drunk."
"I was only drinking Fanta!" Quinn protested.
Ashley and Astrid stared in disbelief.
"Lies."
Astrid looked like she was about to jump across the room and murder Quinn with a maths book, she had always looked like she wanted to murder someone but now it was Quinn.
No one dissed Quinn.
"Quinn's right." Sam jumped in, "No one did anything wrong, especially Quinn. The drinks were spiked."
"No wonder." Mary muttered.
Astrid glared at him now, "How do you know that?"
Sam was going to be destroyed.
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FanfictionSam met Caine and Drake at a concert. He went home with them and before long, they were more than friends . . . a Sam x Caine x Drake. Gone series fanfic :) Characters, setting, and stuff belong to Michael grant Cover Image not ours