A/N: Welcome back to Young Blood. This is Chapter 2, it's still kind of slow because Sam doesn't know anything about Scott or Derek yet, but don't worry, it's coming.
Fancast for Teresa, the other diner girl, is Phoebe Tonkin. Though think final season of H20 Cleo, and not Originals Hayley Marshall.
Chapter 2: Weekend Warrior
"Hey! Allison, right?" Sam asked the new girl as she found Sam and Lydia in the bleachers. Today, for the scrimmage, she wore the school colors. A maroon sweater, a black mini-skirt, black sheer tights, her black combat boots with maroon fuzzy socks, and a black infinity scarf to help with staying warm. Her chocolate brown hair was loose in tamed waves around her shoulders, and her ocean blue eyes were amplified by the mocha colored smokey eye, black eyeliner and mascara.
"Yeah! You're Samantha? Lydia said you'd be here," Allison greeted her.
"Yup, that's me. But everyone calls me Sammy or Sam, take your pick," she clarified. Allison smiled and the three of them sat together, ready to watch the scrimmage.
"See the skinny one, right there?" Sam pointed to her brother. Allison followed with her eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, he your boyfriend or something?" Allison asked and that caused the other two girls to burst into laughter.
"No, that's her older brother. He's in our grade," Lydia corrected. Allison finally started laughing with them, understanding her mistake.
They boys were all cheering as a team, getting ready to play. Then Coach Finstock blew the whistle and the scrimmage began, jerseys versus pinnies, red versus black. It was just a normal game, but then Sam saw Scott catch the ball in the net of his stick. Sam shot up out of her seat.
"Come on Scott!" She cheered. Knowing he worked so hard to make first line this year. He bumped into one player, only to be slammed into the ground by none other than Jackson.
Lydia shot up and yelled, "Yeah, baby, that's what I'm talking about!"
Scott took a second to pick himself back up, and when he did, he walked up to face off with Jackson at the half. At the whistle, Scott swiped the ball away, scooped it up, and ran for it. He swung his stick around one of the attackmen and kept the ball, still running. He spun around the defensemen and jumped past the next, swinging his lacrosse stick around his body to protect possession. When the final three defensemen charged him to put a stop to his charge, Scott straight up leaped over them, doing a front tuck in the air before landing and taking his shot, scoring right between Danny's legs. He was shocked at himself for doing it, but then he turned around and put his gloves up in celebration.
"Yeah Scott!" Sam cheered for her brother's friend. Allison stood up with her and cheered right along.
"McCall! Get over here!" Coach Finstock yelled. Scott did as he was told and approached the coach. "What is God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What're you...trying out for the gymnastics team?"
"No, Coach," Scott shook his head.
"What the hell was that?" Coach pressed.
"I-I don't know. I-I was just trying to make the shot," Scott explained.
"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're startin', buddy," Coach said, clapping Scott on the shoulder pad. "You made first line." Just like that, everyone started cheering. Sam was cheering too until she saw her brother, just sitting there on the bench, not moving. She got up from her seat and climbed down the bleachers to check on him.
"Stiles, if everything okay?" Sam asked in a whisper. He turned to her her, looked at Scott one more time, then turned back to her.
"Uh, yeah. Just surprised is all. Good, for Scott, you know?" He told her before Coach spotted her at his bench.
"Stilinski!" Coach Finstock yelled.
"Yes?" "Yes?" They both answered at the same time.
"Sam! What are you doing at my bench?" He asked her and she put her hands on her hips.
"Don't you patronize me for checking on my big brother, Bobby Finstock! I won't hesitate to call your mother!" Sam yelled back at him. His eyes widened.
"You don't know my mother's num-"
"Dolores Finstock's a Sunday regular at Rosie's, and calls regularly to make sure her favorite waitress is working before she goes in," Sam clarified. Coach froze.
"I'll be watching, big brother," Sam smiled to Stiles and he grinned at her before smirking at Coach Finstock. She climbed back into the bleachers and watched the rest of the scrimmage with Lydia and Allison.
Sam was getting ready for the party, her makeup was already done from earlier, she just re-applied a little power to blend it out and keep it fresh looking. Her hair was freshly curled from her wide barrel curling iron. She put on a push up bra and her sheer black tights from earlier. She slipped on a dark purple and black striped bodycon dress. It was halter, so it went all the way up to her neck and didn't show any cleavage, which is why she was assuming Jackson told her not to wear the black dress. She kept her mother's necklace on, but added a black choker and her diamond earrings that matched her mother's necklace. By the time she slipped on her black heeled combat boots, her brother had come out of his room with a fresh t-shirt and flannel on with his jeans.
"You ready?" She asked him.
"Remind me why I'm going to this party?" He asked her as they walked down the stairs with her.
"Because your baby sister needs a ride and dad said you have to go to all parties with me while I'm still a freshman," she reminded him. He groaned.
"But I don't even go to all the parties that you go to. You and Lydia are like frequent fliers," Stiles groaned.
"I know, and you're not going to tell dad that, but you have to take me every once in a while and he already knows you're going tonight, so buck up, big boy," Sam affirmed, linking her arm in her brothers as she put her phone in the side of her boot and her emergency cash in her bra.
"Alright, fine, but this time, I'm remembering the spare hair ties. Hunting one down last time when you wanted one was super difficult." Stiles lifted his wrist to show her the two black hair ties that were around his wrist.
Sam laughed and said, "Well, good. Now, let's get this show on the road!"
When they rolled up to the party, Sam strutted out, leaving her brother behind as she went straight for the kitchen of whoever's house this was to find a drink. What she found, was Lydia pouring drinks for her and Jackson. The red headed bombshell grinned immediately as she saw Sam. Sam gave her a twirl briefly before facing the drink being pushed in her direction.
"Lookin' good, girl. Allison and Scott got here a few minutes ago, they're dancing out back," Lydia informed her as Sam took her first, large swig of her drink.
"Sweet, well I'm just here to party hard and not get caught," Sam stated, lifting her cup to bump with Lydia's. The two of them found their way over to the beer pong table where Jackson was setting it up.
"Lydia, you're with Sam. I got Danny. Ladies first," Jackson told them as he handed them each their beer pong balls. Sam smiled.
"Oh, watch out, Jackie-boy. I've been practicing," Sam grinned. Danny laughed.
"Whatever, Samonella. We got this in the bag with you two lightweight drunks," Danny teased. She hated that he nicknamed her after salmonella, but it was also hilarious so she let it slide.
"Screw it, this is probably just gonna get me drunker than you faster," Sam relinquished as she squared up to the center of the table and shot. The ball bounced on the first cup in the pyramid, then landed in the back row. Lydia took her shot, and it landed in the middle right cup of the second to last row of the pyramid. Both Jackson and Danny had to take a drink. But then both of the boys sank theirs, causing both girls to subsequently take a drink. Next round, only Sam made her shot. Third round, Lydia made the shot. Fourth round, neither of them made their shot. Fifth round…? Well, you know how it went.
"Told you," Danny said as Jackson sank his beer pong ball into the last cup. Sam just laughed.
"Whatever. Either set them up again, or I'm gonna go take some shots and start dancing," Sam challenged. Lydia grinned.
"I like the idea of shots. Jackson? You in?" Lydia asked her boyfriend. He shrugged and went along with them, waving Danny along. The four of them ended up in the kitchen. Sam already felt buzzed, but she wasn't in the mood for buzzed. She was in the mood for drunk. Though, since when was that any different from any other Friday or Saturday night. She was a weekend warrior, after all.
They grabbed a bottle of tequila and a bunch of empty solo cups to pour out shots. Danny grabbed the salt and Lydia grabbed the limes. Lick the salt, take the shot, bite the lime. Man, Sam made it four shots in before she felt quite belligerent. Enough to start dancing. Lydia got five shots in, Jackson and Danny went six or seven, Sam couldn't quite remember.
She poured herself a rather large cup of rum and coke, and moved outside, holding Danny's hand like a giddy small child with her babysitter. He did kind of dwarf her after all. Everyone but Lydia did, actually. At first, the four of them were all dancing together, then Jackson went off with Lydia to the far corner to get a little friskier than dancing.
Danny danced with Sam. Normally, she was a pretty good dancer, but right now she was a great dancer with nothing holding her back from cutting loose and letting her inner Stilinski freak flag fly. She was moving with the music, her body rolling and popping every which way she felt herself pulled. It was even more natural than breathing, even though things were kind of blurry and there were almost two Dannys in front of her half of the time.
Then there was Brandon.
"Looking good, Samantha. Mind if I cut it?" He asked Danny, but he didn't budge. Danny looked at Sam and she just turned and faced Brandon.
"Hi, Brandon? Yeah, I'm not gonna dance with you tonight. You're sweet, really, but I'm gonna stick to Danny Phantom here. I need one of my best friends more than I need a thirsty dude tonight," she slurred, but managed to enunciate enough to get her point across. Danny laughed.
"Dude, I'm on Sam duty, and that means no hitting on the frosh," Danny reinforced. Brandon sighed.
"Fine, but next party, you're saving me a dance," Brandon told her before walking away. Sam turned around to face Danny, stumbling and swaying a little bit, but faced him nonetheless.
"Danny, dude, you are my favorite. Man you deserve everything good, and wholesome, in your beautiful life," she told him with the sweetest, most sincere drunk smile before taking a rather large sip of his drink. "Oh, god, is it warm in here?" She asked, reaching at the hem of her dress, almost taking it off, but then Danny stopped her.
"No, you just need some water. Come on, I got you," Danny told her. He took her by the hand and slowly led her back into the house. Passing by her brother enjoying himself with some of his peers.
"Sam?" He got her attention, and she just looked back at him as Danny kept leading her toward the kitchen.
"Big brother, I am getting agua. You want some?" she asked him, and he ended up following her into the kitchen with Danny. Sam hopped up on the counter and dangled her feet while Danny filled a cup with water and Stiles wandered into the kitchen, checking on his sister.
"You good, Sammy?" He asked her and she nodded like a four year old.
"So I'm like...soo good. I just needed some water," Sammy told him as Danny handed her a cup.
"Hey, Stiles," Danny greeted him.
"Sup, man. She behaving herself?"
"Yeah, dude. She's making tonight pretty fun," Danny answered.
"Yeah!" Sammy added. "I'm super duper fun, Stiles, and you almost didn't come tonight." She pointed her finger at him for no reason and then batted her pretty blue eyes at her brother. But then Sam forgot why she was doing that and started drinking her water.
"Alright, well I'm gonna go be social, here's a hair tie to put on your wrist just in case, and I will check on you again in half an hour, okay?" Stiles told her as he handed her a hair tie. She took it from him and slid it on her wrist before hopping off the counter and grabbing a bottle of jack just for herself.
"Come on, Danny. Team work makes the dream work, and I'm gonna go ham," she told him. One thing lead to another, and she was dancing on a table with Lydia and their friend Christine. Allison was still somewhere with Scott or something.
She was halfway through the bottle and decided being on a table while having the spins wasn't a good idea. So, she hopped down and began stumbling through the party.
"Stiles?" she called out. But he didn't answer over the noise of the music. "Stiles?" She called again. Still no answer. She found some random people and asked, "Have you seen my brother? Kinda tall, skinny, super sarcastic?" They all shook their heads.
"Stiles?" She called out, and didn't find him.
"Looking for Stiles?" It was Allison. Sammy blinked and stumbled, and Allison caught her by the shoulders. "Woah, you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need my brother. He's my ride home. Also, when did I get outside?" Sam's world was spinning, and blurry, and things were doubled and tripled, but also not. Everything was just warped, and not, all at the same time.
"Well, it looks like he bailed at the same time Scott ditched me," Allison said.
"Allison," someone said. Sam turned, and was faced with probably the hottest man alive.
"Oh, my god," Sam stumbled towards him. "I bet it hurt when you fell from heaven," Sam mused before stumbling again and Allison catching her.
"I'm a friend of Scott's," he said with an amused smile. "My names Derek," he introduced himself.
"Shit, dude, can he drive us home?" Sam asked Allison, and the brown eyed girl looked over to Derek.
"You know, I don't mind giving you guys a ride. Anything to help the Sheriff's daughter get home safely. It's Samantha? Right?" He asked her, offering a hand to Allison to shoulder some of Sam's drunk weight.
"You, hunk of hot stuff, can call me Sammy," she slurred. Derek laughed.
"Must be a pretty dead party if she left," he commented to Allison as Sam was suddenly strewn across the back seat of a car that felt like leather. She liked leather seats. They were cool against her skin.
"Trust me, you don't even know the half of it," Allison laughed. This was right about when Sam passed out.
When her alarm went off that morning, Sam kind of hated herself, but this was how most weekends had been going for her lately. But, as much as she wanted to sleep all day, she climbed out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. She drank an entire glass of water with two ibuprofen, and went back upstairs to the bathroom to get ready for work. She took her shower, and when she got out, she blow dried her hair pulled it into a high ponytail. Then she put on minimal makeup, as she always did for work. Just some foundation, some finishing powder, a little bit of eyeshadow and some mascara.
When she went back to her room, she pulled out her diner uniform from her closet. It was a well fitted, long sleeve black t-shirt with Rosie's in cursive and circled on the chest in white font. It had the same thing of the back but without the circle and the diner's phone number was on the back. Free advertising for when they had to go places right after work.
Then she put on her black uniform shorts, but with nude tights to help with the cold. Her apron was at work, so she didn't have to worry about that yet. All she had to do now was pull on her black, high-topped vans. When she came out of her room, putting on her mom's necklace, she checked Stiles's room and he wasn't there. She checked her dad's room and he wasn't there either. It was annoying, but a good thing she carpooled with the other highschooler that worked at the Diner. She was a senior, so she'd graduate just in time for Sam to get the provisional license that lets her drive by herself with only one passenger in the car.
That was the whole reason she had a job, to pay for a nice used car. She was almost there too considering she was very good at shopping cheap and hardly ever paid when she ate out with her friends. Usually they all ate in at one of their houses, and when she ordered food to their house, her dad would pay for it as long as she got him and Stiles something. She tucked her phone in her back pocket and grabbed her house keys, stepping outside with her coat on as Teresa pulled up to the curb in front of her house.
"Hey, mini-me," Teresa greeted her.
"Hey, big," Sam smiled, climbing into the car. She pulled her chapstick out of her coat and applied it.
"Let's get this show on the road," Teresa attested as she pressed the gas pedal and got moving.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! Don't forget that if you like the story, to leave a review! Feedback, even criticism, always helps.
Happy reading!
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