#WhiteGirl (Sammy Wilkinson)

Chapter 15

***I'm baaaaack! Hii, hey,hello,hola, ya ok that's lame as fuck. Ya so like enjooooyyyy! Not proof read btw, I'm too lazy for that shit, so bear with me***

I left the house in a rush and stood on the porch waiting for Sammy. to leave so I could lock the door.
"Hurry up!" I grumble as he walks through the door.
Honestly I don't even know why I'm so worked up over this.
I'm mad because he cares about me.
But I think that's the thing, he believes that I need to be watched over, like he has to protect me. Really though, I've been doing that since I moved out to LA.
I need to show him that I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.
I go ahead and lock up, and hop into the passenger side of the escalade he is currently behind the wheel of, shoving my keys into his glove compartment, I'm not bringing a purse tonight.
"Whose car is this?" I ask
"My parents got me a second car"
"What the fuck why?" I laugh.
No, Sydney don't laugh, you're still mad at him.
"The Camaro can only fit 2 people?" He said like it was obvious.
"Oh, alright" I say and turn my face to lol out the window.
We barely speak again, with the exception of me giving him directions to jessi's house.
We pull up into her drive way and Sam honks the horn twice.
She comes barreling out of the house and impatiently wait for one of us to unlock the door.
She gets in looking around the back seat, "where are the guys?" She asks while buckling up her seatbelt.
"I figured if pick you guys up first"
"But y'all live together" she looked confused, as did I, I forgot the guys were coming along.
"Not anymore" he said
"Wait what?? Who moved?!" I wonder aloud
"Matt and I got our own place, it was getting too crowded at nash and cam's"
"Ohhh, okay, so I take it matts at Nash's" Jess asks
Sammy just nods and backs out of the driveway, heading back into town.

It was dead silence for a few minutes besides the quiet him of the radio.

I think Jess could feel the tension between us, so she was being quiet too. But once the other 3 guys hopped in, well, leave it to then to cure any silences.

"BEACH BON FIRE PARTAAAAAY" slurred Nash

I turned around in my seat to look at him "are you okay?" I laughed

"Oh I'm more than okay! I'm fan fucking tastic!" I said shaking his head.

I just look to cam for an explanation, and he casually mouths "already had a couple" and I nod my head.

That makes more sense now.

It took no time at all to get to the beach, it was the parking that was gonna be the problem. In the end Sam just let us all out, we grabbed our beers and other alcoholic beverages, and headed to the party without him.

He'll find me later.

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" okay okay okay" I slur as I throw the ball "WAIT! No, can I do it again, that one was terrible!"

"Shoulda thrown better! Best of luck next time" some college guy laughed at me.

I was playing beer pong, don't ask me why there's a beer pong table set up at a beach party. Like I get why. I just have fun cringing this table back guys. But hey, it's not my problem.

We've been at the beach for about 2 hours and I am still yet to find Sam.

I've had a couple beers, and then some other things I don't even remember.

And as of right now I couldn't give less of a fuck. So what if Sam finds me in this drunken state and thinks I can't take a care of myself. I mean really, who am I kidding. I can't take care of myself, I just pretend I have myself in check. HA! Oh wait, I shouldn't be proud of that... Oh well!

"Hey, I'm Ashton, can I get ya a new drink" some guy comes up to me, taking my empty red cup.

"You can get me that and anything else ya want hot stuff" I reply.