SAMMY'S POV

Shit has been weird lately.

Just about a month ago, Sam and I hated each other, but here we were in Ryan's basement playing a drinking game alone.

Little does she know, I really don't drink. Or about that time I cheated my way in beer pong, which not going to lie, it was pretty funny but I ended up feeling bad in the end when she was absolutely wasted. She also may not know that every time we do drink, I replace my shot with water just because I think drinking is disgusting.

We may be enemies and all, but I know who she is. She had never drunk before, or been to a party so seeing her was a bit shocking.

"No fair, I've had three shots so far and you've had like two!" Sam crossed her arms in front of her chest with a pout.

I chuckled, "Do you want me to take another to make you feel better?" I asked, glancing down at her pouting lips.

She raised her brown eyes at me and nodded, "Duh! I can't be the only one drunk here either I'll really feel like the alcoholic." She complained, throwing the blanket off her legs before sitting down on her knees to be level with the coffee table.

She reached for the shot glass again and started to pour the burning liquid inside the glass. At this point, I was feeling good.

Which was good.

All my problems in life were soon melting away, which is another reason I agreed to drink in the first place. With my parents never being home and always being obsessed with my sister running her own business, I was left alone at home 24/7, but I can't say I wasn't used to it.

I was used to being left out, and never being seen for what I try my hardest for. At this point, it barely affected me anymore, it's more like a numb feeling than anything. Except for when we argue, because that's the worst. I get called names, and how I should be more like my sister...

Which is exactly what happened before I showed up at Ryan's house. An argument with my parents, and being told how I need to plan for my future better and I'll never be good enough to take over their business.

Anyway, the point is, it's all fucking stupid.

"Screw the drinking game, let's just drink." I leaned forward as she looked at me with her eyes full of curiosity.

"What? No, let's at least play what are the odds or something while we drink." She suggested, making me purse my lips in thought and then shrug.

It'll make it more interesting I guess.

I sighed before getting off the couch lazily and sitting beside her on the floor against the couch. I reached for the shot on the coffee table, and raised it toward her direction, "Whatever makes us drunk faster." I say, my emotions getting the best of me before throwing the shot back.

The hot liquid ran down my throat, and I scrunched my face up in pure disgust at not being used to such a terrible taste. I stuck my tongue out and looked at Sam who was now laughing.

"Your face was funny." She pointed at me with her freshly painted nail, making me smile in response. The room was now a blur every time I moved, and my body was heating up with the alcohol finally flowing through my system fully.

"Okay okay, enough funny business, Sam." I squinted my eyes at her as my body swayed back into the couch. "What are the odds you go and interrupt Ryan and Skye's fun." I used my fingers as quotation marks with a smirk now displayed on my lips.

Her mouth hung open in shock, making my eyes flicker around her face in amusement. "I'm not doing that."

"Well, looks like you'll have to drink." I nodded toward the vodka and then glanced back at her.

"I'm not doing that either."

I shrugged as I looked back at the TV, "Well looks like that'll be two shots then." I grinned, not looking in her direction already knowing her eyes widened at my response.

"You psycho!" She huffed before turning her whole body towards me, "Okay let's count from 3 then say the number."

I nodded and did as she said until we reached a number, which ended up being both different. Lucky for her.

"Wow, you got so lucky."

"What can I say? I'm a lucky gal." She smirked, making me roll my eyes at her remark.

"Whatever you say, Sam."

"Okay, let's see, my turn." She sat up straight as she breathed out, "What are the odds you take two more shots."

"That's not part of the game!" I slurred, leaning my back farther into the couch with a pout.

"It is now, so go on, count down with me Sandars." She poured two more shots acting as if she was so sure we would get the same number which obviously we wouldn't.

Our minds don't think alike.

"2," We said at the end of counting down, and I leaned my head back out of annoyance.

This was already enough for me. My common sense was already out of the door.

Hence me sitting right beside my enemy letting her feed me alcohol.

"Shit." I leaned toward the coffee table, slowly picking up the glass as Sam watched in anticipation. She sure was enjoying this. Probably because she's never seen me drunk, well, she probably thinks she has but this is the most drunk I've been in probably...my whole life.

I threw the glass back along with my head, letting the liquid run down my throat with ease. I slammed the glass down onto the coffee table and leaned my back fully against the couch once more. At this point, it didn't burn anymore. It just made the room spin that more.

"You okay, Sammy?" Sam furrowed her brows together, leaning down slightly to get a better look at me.

I stared down at my hands, mostly my broken one with names written all over it. I smiled as I read what Sam had written the previous week about her being the best...if my parents saw they would kill me, but they were too stuck in their world to notice.

"I'll be honest with you, I don't drink." I turned toward Sam, trying to make out her expression if it was good or bad, but she just kept the same one but with more confusion with her head tilting to the side.

"Wait what?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, looking down upon her, and damn, she looked good.

Her red hair was tied back in a high ponytail with loose stands framing her face along with her big brown eyes staring right back at me. Her red lips parted before I saw them move, but I was so lost in thought I didn't hear what she had said.

I wasn't sure what was happening, thinking my enemy of all was looking damn good tonight.

Her plump lips kept moving until I felt a touch on my shoulder bringing me out of my trance.

"Sammy?!"

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes a few times before she sighed in relief.

"I thought you died or something from alcohol poisoning. No more for either of us, you especially." She scolded with a finger in my face before grabbing the cap to screw it back onto the bottle.

"Sam, why was Travis such an asshole the other day?" I blurted out, I really didn't want to, but it ended up coming out making her freeze in the middle of cleaning up the mess we had created.

"You know... ex-boyfriend things." She continued to clean up as she pushed the glasses to the side.

"Did he ever hurt you?"

She paused for a moment before turning around slowly to my question.

Was she even drunk?

She's acting way too sober for this conversation.

"No, not physically, Sammy. I think you should go to bed." She frowned, making me drop my eyes to my lap once more with a small nod.

She was right, I was asking too much personal information.

"Right, sorry about asking." I stood up with a small stumble then flopped back down onto the couch.

"No, it's no big deal." She responded after a short moment, standing up along with me, "I'm just not used to talking about him, you know? The breakup is still fresh and now he's going to our school so..." She sighed as she sat beside me, and I watched her as she continued.

"That's weird shit, honestly." I closed my eyes as my mind started to drift away more than it was. My body feeling like it was spinning was not helping at all, but I ignored it as my eyes felt the heaviness more and more. "You don't deserve it, Sam," I mumbled, and that was the last thing I remembered before feeling her shuffle beside me.

"Thanks, Sammy."

I wish I could say the birds were chirping, and the sunlight beamed through the windows as I slowly woke up from my beautiful slumber, but that wasn't the case.

Instead, I woke up throwing up in the bathroom at 5 a.m.

After brushing my teeth very well, and changing my clothes to feel more clean than anything, I walked back to the couch to see Sam passed out.

I walked closer and sat beside her as she was sleeping peacefully.

I ran my hands through my hair before leaning farther into the couch with ease to not wake her. My head was absolutely pounding, and I still felt slightly off from a few hours ago with all the alcohol.

This is why I don't drink.

Why did I think alcohol would solve my problems? Who knows, it's not like they'll go away.

I closed my eyes as I thought of what happened before coming here.

      FLASHBACK

The sound of the front door opening alarmed me that my parents were home.

I took my AirPod out, just to be sure and when I heard the footsteps of my mother's heels I took the other AirPod out and jumped out my desk chair. My smile grew that they were home, and I had hope that maybe, it'd be for the rest of the night.

I quickly opened the door and walked down the stairs to see my Mother and Father at the front door taking their coats off.

"Hey, you guys are home," I stated, slowly walking down the stairs but my mom soon sighed before shaking her head.

"No, honey. We are here to get paperwork. We've been working on this huge project at the office." My Mother's face was pale, and the two looked visibly stressed.

My heart fell in my chest at her response, "Oh, okay."

I was used to this response. It was nothing new, if they ever came home it was to get work-related things. Literally, it felt like they lived at work, or lived by going on business trips.

My Father disappeared into the grand office as I followed my Mother into the kitchen. She reached for a bottle of water out of the fridge, and I sat at the island hoping to make some type of conversation.

"Well, I'm glad I get to see you both." I trailed out, with a smile appearing on my lips, but my Mother was silent.

"Yeah." She breathed, bringing her bottle of water to the island and reaching for her pill container.

"I miss you, guys."

"Sammy, it's been a hard day. I don't really want to converse." She opened up her pill bottle and dumped a few in her hands before throwing them in her mouth, swallowing it with water.

My eyebrows knitted together, "Okay? You haven't been home all day, I just want to ask how your day was."

"It was shit, now go to your room or go to Ryan's house. We are busy." Her eyes didn't meet with mine as I watched her act as if I wasn't in the kitchen.

"Mom..."

Suddenly the footsteps of my Father were sounded as he came along into the kitchen with a handful of papers, "Alright, Susan. Ready to head back?"

"Yeah," She quickly dumped the pill bottle into her purse along with water. "Take care of the house while we're gone, Sammy." She locked eyes with me before throwing down a stack of cash on the island from her purse.

Well, how generous.

"I don't need money, why don't you guys stay? I don't understand what could be so important."

"Son, we're not going to have this conversation. You know exactly why." My Father's tone was stern, making me shake my head at his response.

Anger was now filling my body the more the two were here. I rested my hands on top of the island as I stared down at them, debating on what to say.

I already was used to this.

"I just don't get it, why can't you stay one night?"

"Sammy, I'm not going to repeat myself. I don't understand why you can't be understanding about business. Your sister sure understands, so where did we mess up with you?" My Father stood his ground in the doorway, and I furrowed my eyebrows trying to hold onto any thoughts I had to be spoken.

But, it failed.

I had enough.

"You know what? I'm sorry, I'm not like Alice. I'm a fucking high schooler who has been working his ass off just to impress you two." I snapped, raising my eyes at both my parents with them both staring right back at me coldly, no emotion shown.

"I'd lower that tone of yours, son. I'll take away the money so you can really see how it feels like working for yourself." He stepped toward me, pointing a finger in my face, but I didn't flinch. I didn't move an inch, I just stared into his cold eyes as his jaw clenched.

"Fuck you both." I stood up out of the chair and started to walk out of the kitchen before my Father grabbed my shoulder.

He leaned in closer to me and fear struck my body for a quick second on what was going to happen. "Listen here, I'm taking that money away and you're going to see how hard it is to work for money. Stop being a worthless piece of shit, and do something with your life." He grabbed onto my shoulder tighter, and I shook it away from him throwing a glare right through him.

I walked straight out of the kitchen and down the hallway to my bedroom.

Eventually, I heard the sound of a door open and close signaling to me that they were gone.

Without saying a single goodbye on the way out.