Chapter Ten|| Doug Dimmadone
I woke up with my head pounding.
I stood up, slightly recalling the events from last night and turned, only to see Sam passed out beside me.
What the fucking fuck of fucks. What the- what, no, I remember now.
Some girls tried drugging me (and apparently succeeded), I walked up to Nick, and then I kissed Sam.
Wait, I kissed Sam.
Oh, well, I had to get my pussy ass to do it somehow. That boy is hot on a stick.
"Sawyer?" I heard Sam question beside me.
Fuck, his voice sounded so hot. Fuck me anytime, anywhere, any position, fuck me sideways, fuck-
"Yeah?" I responded.
"What time it is it?"
"It's- FUCKING 9 AM IN THE MORNING MY ASS IS GOING TO GET BEAT SO HARD WHAT THE SHIT-"
"Calm the fuck down and lay back down." Sam pulled me back down and held on to me tightly.
I tried go pry myself from his grasp but he just bit down on my neck extremely hard- as an attempt to get me to stop? I don't fucking know why he did it but he was about to suck my big ass dick in a moment.
"WHAT THE FUCK, YOU PIECE OF DICK-"
"Piece of dick?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"-WHY IN THE WORLD? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY PARENTS WOULD DO IF I CAME HOME LATE AND HAD A HICKEY?"
Before he could respond some random asshole burst in the door, looking crusty as fuck with a coffee in hand.
"First of all, I have a major hangover so shut the fuck up. Secondly, what the fuck are you shitheads still doing in my house?"
I turned around and glared.
"Look, buddy, I don't know who you think you are but you obviously don't know who you're talking to," I growled at him as I jumped off the bed.
The guy took a sip of his coffee and sighed.
"Enlighten me."
"I am the daughter of Doug Dimmadone owner of Dimmsdale Dimmadone so fuck the hell off," I hissed.
The guy's eyes widened dramatically and he raised his free hand in surrender. "I'm so sorry, leave when you want."
He scurried out the room and Sam looked at me in doubt.
"Who the fuck is Doug Dimmadoug?" He asked.
I pursed my lips. "It's Doug Dimmdone and he just happens to be owner of Dimmsdale Dimmadone in the Fairly Odd Parents."
"Fairly Odd what?"
"Just shut the fuck up and take me the hell home."
After that, we hauled ass out of what's his face's house and into Sam's car.
"So what happened after we kissed?" I asked as I watched the passing scenery.
Sam spoke, but he didn't take his eyes off the road. "We fucked."
I whipped my head towards him so fast that I'm surprised I didn't break my neck. "What?" I said. I felt all the color leave my face.
He shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, I've had better but you weren't that bad."
I lost my virginity? I know I always joke about getting fucked but, I didn't really think I would lose my virginity like this. I would at least liked to get paid for it.
"Are you being serious?" I asked, tears were threatening to escape my tear ducts.
"No, the fuck, I don't take advantage of drunk girls," he said as he laughed, "But even if I did, I can assure you that you'd remember very well."
He finished his statement with a sly smirk, which- might I add- irked the fuck out of me.
"You don't joke with that shit, Sam," I growled as I slapped his arm.
He rolled his eyes, "Well, you don't joke about being a dude either but you don't hear me saying shit about it."
I narrowed my eyes. "Fuck you, Sam."
"Love you too, babe."
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Hayden opened the door are rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, if I tell anyone that you came home this late with a hickey on your neck, you'll tell everyone that I was the one who left the cum on the wall."
I winked at Hayden and patted his shoulder. "Thank you for saving my breath."
I saw Sam getting our of his car from the corner of my eye. "Come on now, Sawyer, you pat him on the back but I can't even get a blowjob for bringing you home?"
"I don't see how the two are related but you can go fuck yourself and the clique you claim," I said as I shut the door.
Fucking tool.
I climbed up the stairs and threw myself onto the bed.
Fuck me.
Sam
I stood in front of the mirror and looked directly at myself in doubt.
Come on, Sam, get your shit together. You can't be falling for her.
"She's just a friend," I muttered to myself.
But maybe I don't want her to be a friend.
I slapped myself in the face and pulled on my hair. "Fuck," I whispered harshly.
I heard a knock on the door, making me slip out of my trance.
"Are you okay, sweety?" My mom spoke through the door.
"Yes, mom, everything'd just perfect."
"Okay, honey, I'm going to go to the grocery store. Call me if anything."
I wet my face and exited the bathroom. I then looked at Sawyer, laying peacefully in her bed. She had been careless enough to leave her curtains open again, which had me remembering the day I saw her naked.
She had also managed to fall back asleep somehow, as if she had no care in the world.
I looked at her for real. Her beautiful blond hair was extremely short now, but she still managed to look so good, her body- even thought she always wore baggy clothes- was amazing, her eyes memorized me, everything about her was amazing.
I came closer to the window not caring if I looked like a pedophile stalker of some kind.
How could someone be so perfect?
Author's Note
Hey, guys!! Sorry for updating so late, school is killing me and it's so hard to keep up with everything.
Anyways, I hope you guys really liked this chapter because my boyfriend literally helped me write it which made me realize how much Sam was based off on him. My boyfriend literally talks like Sam.
Nevertheless, this chapter is dedicated to him.
He just literally made an account today so that he could read this storyððð Isaiah41816
Well, cupcakes, love you!
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