The party was loud, teenagers partying and doing body shots off of eachother. The pool was in full use, inside the house there were different cliques. The music was incredibly loud, it was extremely moist and smelled like a mix of liquor and sweat.

You however were with your friends and had your facade going like usual, you didn’t act like that. You didn’t like cheerleading, or those stupid abbreviations of everything- and you definitely hated football. But no-one knew that.

It was tiring, but it wasn’t wrong to wanna feel accepted. And besides, it’s not like anyone noticed.. or so you thought anyways… Your social battery was running out, and you headed upstairs to recharge. You entered a room and closed the door behind you, catching a strong whiff of weed.

Sam sat on the windowsill, blunt in his hand. He turned at the sound, and smirked.

“Well if it isn’t miss wanna be. What brings you upstairs..? if you’re looking for a quickie I ain’t cheap..” He smirked, blowing out smoke

He saw your baffled expression and snickered “yeah yeah keep your panties on, keep me some company yeah? You look real tense, I gotta blunt with your name on it”