One Smile

7: I Will Sass Back Harder

Sam POV
All I hear is mumbling but all I feel is warmth. So, like any normal emotional girl I snuggle closer to the warmth. Until I hear my brother yelling. Why in the nugget is he waking me up this early. Can't a bitch get her beauty rest. Yesterday was stressful. I tell him to shut up. He doesn't. And then I'm on the floor.

Shit why are all these people here. Shit. Why is Ethan punching Jake. No. Not his beautiful face. He has dimples. Why is no one doing anything. Hit him back Jake. Wait no. Stop this Sam.

After finally getting Ethan up the stairs I can tell he's pissed. Great.

"You want to tell me what I just walked in on. On my couch," Ethan puffs.

Oh for fucks sake. I have to deal with dramatic Ethan. "First off, that is moms couch. Second off. Watch what you say. If you get sassy and say something, I will sass back harder." I take a deep breath. In his defense, it probably looked bad. "I had a panic attack," I blurt out. Wow. Great start Sam.

"What? Are you okay? When?" Good. That brought him back. Aw he loves me more than he hates boys touching me. Cute. Focus.

"Yesterday. After school. A lot happened yesterday and I was overwhelmed. Jake helped me calm down and then stayed with me after because he was worried about me being home alone. We must've fallen asleep watching tv. Nothing happened. I swear, may me never eat a chicken nugget again if I'm lying." I hold out my pinky because it felt right in the moment.

"Nothing happened," Ethan repeats unsure.

"Absolutely. He just helped me. We ate. We watched tv. We slept. Honestly, I don't know what would have happened without him. You should thank him not punch him!" Okay, that might have been too far. I can tell by the glare I'm receiving.

"Sam. You know how teenage boys are. And you know his reputation. All he does is fuck around. When I saw you two, I lost it. I can't have that be you. I refuse." Ethan grabs me into a hug. Man, he's a fuck boy too. He literally has two French braids. That's worse than a man bun.

"Stop insulting my braids," he huffs.

"Sorry, didn't know I was thinking out-loud." I chuckle. "Are we okay to head down. Are you calm?" He nods his head so we start walking downstairs. Judging by the door slam I am going to assume he was not calm. This butt twin is a god damn liar. When we walk downstairs everyone is looking at me. I feel like I owe an explanation.

"Nothing happened. We fell asleep. Ethan knows that. All is fine. I'd never cheat on my British sugar plum Benji like that," awe fuck. Should not have added that joke. Now Ethan is all puffed up and Jake is glaring at Ben. What? Make it better Sam. Add a comment. Trust your brain. "Isn't that right Benji boo. No one can replace you." Nope. Shut the fuck up. Testosterone is too high.

"Bloody hell Sam are you trying to get me murdered by two fucking bulldozers. Stop trying to talk. Or at-least throw someone else in. Look at Chris. He looks lonely. Hug him or something. Jesus," Ben puffs. Okay, so I did not make it better. Good to know I can't trust myself in these situations. Maybe I should apologize. Yeah. That's it.

"Oh come on y'all the situation is pretty funny. I'm sorry if I made it worse but you gotta smile a little bit. Not even one smile," I offer my own dazzling smile. Ben is looking at me like I just pulled out a crack pipe and a bagpipe. "I'm going to go. I'll see you later. Ethan I'm taking the car. Okay." Run. Run before anyone says anything. Especially you.

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"Holly shit Sam. What the fuck. You snuggled him on your couch. Ethan saw," Naomi looks like her jaw will never be picked up.

After everything I basically flew to Naomi's house to catch her and Julie up on my weird Friday. I left out some parts, but they know about what happened with Brandon. It is actually how Naomi and I became so close. She overheard Nathalie tell me that I should be flattered that an older guy was that interested in me. Disgusting.