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Elijah Gracia

The party was already in full swing by the time we arrived. The place was packed filled with drunk or almost drunk teenagers and the music was literally shaking the building.

I turned to Sammy and he's eyes were looking around. "Looking for Winnie?"

"No," he answered, "I'm just checking what I'm am about to put myself into."

My lips crooked in a smile, "You scared party boy?"

He turned to me, then back to the building. "Kind of, that's a full house in there."

"Aww, don't be scared Sammy baby. Daddy me would protect you." I say linking arms with him.

He yanked his hand off. "And don't ever call me or yourself that. Ever."

I burst out laughing and Sammy gets out of the car, leaving me behind. "Wait up."

Together we struggled through the bodies of teens. Sammy ignored the people that were calling out to him, some boys from his team and others girls. I smiled, he's all mine.

"Hi Eli." A girl shouted over the music her arms wrapping her around me and smiling like loon. "I didn't think you'd come."

"Hi...you." I said, not bothering in remembering her name. But I've seen her at school before. "How are you?" I asked for lack of things to say. I was usually good with the girls, but with Sammy standing just a feet away, I was a blabbering mess.

Sammy rolled his eyes and made to leave but my hand reached out to him. "Don't leave me." This girl's frail fingers pressed on my face as she turned my head to her.

"We're gonna have fun Eli, let's dance first." She said pulling my hand.

Sammy scoffed and walked off. I watched him, taking note of the path he's taking. After that I followed the girl, leaving her off with her fellow girls before going after Sammy.

He sensed my presence immediately I entered the kitchen. "Back already?"

"Yeah, you can't get rid of me that easily." I said casually relaxing on the island.

Sammy removed two drinks from the fridge, closing it and giving me a crooked smile. "Unfortunately."

I smiled back, watching him mix the two drinks together in two cups. He mixed them expertly and handed me a cup. "A bit strong but... cheers."

I chuckled watching him hiss as he gulped down half the content of his cup. "Someone has to stay sober, we aren't gonna fly home."

"I can hold my liquor. You?"

"The opposite," I answered with a shake of my head, raising the cup up, "this, this would turn me into a staggering mess."

He chuckled beautifully. "I'd love to see that."

I dropped the cup down, "not today you won't."

He pouted, "kill joy."

I barely heard him. My eyes were trained on his face and my heart was going crazy. What the hell is actually wrong with me? Sammy looked away, gulping down the remaining half of his cup.

"I wonder how many things we're still opposite at." He asked grabbing my cup.

"I know one. You're the good boy, and I'm the bad boy."

He smiled, raising the cup up in acknowledgment "Always."

"Do you still hate pickles?" I asked.

He frowned holding a look of disgust, "ugh, forever and ever. Do you still hate pineapple on pizza?"

"Yup. Do you?" I asked, he nodded. I smiled. "That doesn't count then."

He chuckled, "right. Opposites."

"I suck at sports." I said and he laughed. "And laundry too."

"Let me guess, afraid of heights?" He asked.

"Sshh." I cautioned pressing a finger to my lips, "you're not supposed to remember that."

He smiled touching a finger to his head, "I'm the brilliant one. I remember everything."

We slipped into a comfortable silence after that. My eyes on Sammy and his on his drink. My drink that he claimed. He remembers everything. Sammy took a gulp out of my drink. Before turning to me, a fond look on his face.

"Are you still bossy?"

That broke me out of my staring trance. "Me? Bossy? You're the bossy one."

He shook his head, "No, no. You're more bossy. You're so bossy, you'd be like--" he hand reached out clearing my hair away from my eyes, then surprising me with a poor imitation of my childish voice, he spoke, "don't be like the hair and disobey. Look at me when I'm talking."

I burst out laughing and Sammy joined in. "First off, I didn't talk like that and you never complained then."

"That's totally how you spoke then, before your voice polished out and yea, that's because I didn't mind looking at you when you spoke."

I was about to say something else but then a girl walked in and greeted us both. She was sat at the lunch table the other day.

"Hey Crystal." Sammy greeted, finishing up the cup. "Fuck, it's finished."

"Hey Sammy." Crystal said closing the fridge with a pout and coming over to Sammy, whispering something to his ear. Sammy smirked down at her afterwards.

"I'll be right back." He said to me, letting her drag him off.

My tummy knotted watching them leave. I can't believe Sammy left me for a booty call, I doubt he's returning back. And here I was thinking we were bonding. I waited five minutes alone in the kitchen before I left to go entertain myself somehow.

There was a nice pretty girl grinding on me and yet I couldn't concentrate. Not because of her body but because of Sammy. What's he doing with Crystal? Is she his girlfriend? Sure, just because I'm gay, doesn't mean he's gay too. Fuck my life, I knew I shouldn't have come to this party. Here I am completely disregarding this pretty girls assets and its totally unfair to her.

With my hands on her hips attempting to dance, my eyes kept searching around for Sammy. He wouldn't leave without me right? My world stilled when our eyes locked together. He was sitting by the bar, drink in hand as he watched me. I couldn't tell what expression was on his face, he was perfecting a poker face.

"I gotta go." I said to the girl, pulling my hands from her.

"Oh come on." She whined, but I was already leaving.

"Hey."

"Hey," he replied finishing up the glass. He knocked on the bar. "Another drink please."

"We should go." I suggested.

He looked at me, his eyes drooping slightly to show that he was drunk. "You sure?"

"Yup." I replied hooking my arm around him to help him up.

"Don't touch me." He spat out, shrugging my hand off. That surprised me, I thought we were past this stage.

"Sammy," I called watching him stagger to his feet. "How many did you drink?"

"A truckload." He answered placing a hand on his head for a second. Then he regained an ounce of steadiness and continued walking out.

I must have done something. He's mad at me. I should be mad at him, he left me for Crystal. We walked to my car in silence and we got in.

"Sammy, whatever I did, I'm sorry." I apologized, hands on wheel.

He gave me a look, sighed and relaxed his head back on the head rest. "Take me home Elijah. Please."

Without another word being said, I drove us home. He had almost fallen asleep, so I had to help him out. Thankfully now, he didn't reject my help. We got into his house, heading for his room.

"Please be quite. We don't want to wake my step father. " he whispered, eyes closed. I nodded and continued.

I dumped Sammy on his bed as careful as I could. Took off his shoes and jacket. Then I sat on his bed to calm my raging hormones. Being so close to him wasn't such a good idea.

"Goodnight, Sammy."

He didn't reply. I sighed and was about to leave but my curiosity got the best of me. "Sammy, is Crystal your girlfriend?"

No answer. Another sigh, he must be asleep. I opened the door to leave but his faint answer wasn't missed.

"No, I don't have any girlfriend." He mumbled. "I've never had any."

Needless to say, I slept with a painful smile that night. He has never had any.

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Sammy is returning in the next chapter. How's this chapter?

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