They had been driving in silence for the past fifteen minutes. Pepper, Bella, Newt, and Troy were all passed out in the back of Troy's car. Sawyer finally cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"So uh, your house?" He asked Sophie, already knowing the answer. Usually after parties, they always went to Sophie's house and snuck in through the basement since Sophie's family never came downstairs. The basement was Sophie-territory only. Everyone's parents knew that the kids were close and just assumed that they would sleepover at Sophie's house- no one would have guessed that half of them would be passed out drunk.

Sophie nodded at him.

"You can pick up your car tomorrow, right?" She asked him. Sawyer left his Tesla a few houses down from Jacks.

"Yeah. Can you drive me in the morning?"

"Sure. If you can wake me up." Sophie glanced at the time- it was 2 am. He definitely was not going to wake her up.

Once Sawyer pulled up on her driveway, they both got out of the car and carried each of their friends down the stairs to the backdoor entrance of her basement. When they put everyone to bed, Sophie realized there were no guest rooms or couches for Sawyer to sleep in.

Sawyer looked down at the floor of the movie theater. "Looks like I have to sleep here." Sophie watched him slowly walk in the room. Don't do it, she told herself. Don't do it! But she finally gave up.

She gave out a huge sigh, and Sawyer stopped in his tracks.

"Hmm?" He turned around and gave her a questioning look. Sophie wore the most bored look she could muster, and said, "Follow me."

"Ookay?"

I'm such a dumbass, Sophie cringed as she led him towards her room.

"Holy shit! This is such an honor!" Sawyer started exclaiming, his sarcasm hitting her in the face.

"Shut up, you're gonna wake the others!" She shushed him. Sawyer gave a soft laugh.

"I'm actually entering Queen Delarosa's room! I'm such a lucky guy."

Sophie glared at him while pulling out a sleeping bag from her closet and laid it on the floor next to her bed.

"Don't push it. I can make you sleep outside in the gardens if I want to."

Sawyer put his hand up in surrender, clearly mocking her.

Sophie wanted to punch him. In fact, she wanted to punch herself. Why was she even helping him?

After laying down the sleeping bags, she grabbed her PJ's and went to the bathroom to change into her short shorts and tank top. When she was entering back into the room, she stopped short. Was wearing such little clothing in a bedroom alone with Sawyer such a good idea? She never cared about showing skin before; she even wore less at parties.

She slowly tiptoed across the room to her bed, keeping an eye on Sawyer, who was on his phone. As soon as she was about to get into her covers, Sawyer asked "Hey, can I borrow something to wear? I'm not tryna sleep in alcohol and vomit stench."

Sophie huffed and got up. "I have some of my brothers clothes in here." She tossed him a white shirt from the closet. "You don't need new pants right?"

"Nah I'll just sleep in boxers" he said as he stripped his shirt off. Sophie bottom jaw almost dropped. Why the hell was she so scared? She had seen tons of guys shirtless before. It's just that this was Sawyer they were talking about-

"Drink it all up Delarosa," Sawyer interrupted her thoughts, and she tore her gaze away from his bronze colored abs to his green eyes. And then he winked. Mortified, Sophie rolled her eyes and turned the other way.

And before she knew it, she was asking him a question.

"Were you going to hook up with Jessica tonight?" It came out of her mouth like flowing water. Sophie slammed her palm against her mouth. What the hell was wrong with ther? Sawyer stopped walking for a moment, and Sophie couldn't tell what his facial expression was in the dark.

Like liquid, Sawyer slid across the room and was standing right in front of her, his arms slightly grazing hers.

"Why?" Sawyer raised his eyebrows up and down. "Are you jealous?"

"You wish." Sophie snorted, stepped around his personal space, and crawled into the covers of her bed.

After five seconds of awkward silence, Sawyer finally spoke.

"Goodnight, Delarosa. I'll be waking you up in about 5 hours."

"Cockadidledoo! Rise and shine, Queen B!" Sophie heard Sawyer yell in her ear.

"What… the.. Actual… fuck…" Sophie stretched her eyes open.

Country music was blasting into her ears. Sophie slammed her pillow on top of her head, covering her ears. Seriously? This was completely ridiculous. It was 7am in the morning, and she fought every urge to record Sawyer on her phone to show her friends that he indeed, was a lunatic. She shoved Sawyer off of her, and shot out bed ready to murder him.

"Okay okay! I'll stop!" Sawyer skidded on the floor on his butt with his hands out defensively.

Then he started laughing like a maniac.

"Your such a fucker!" Sophie screamed and ran into the bathroom to get ready. God, how was it possible that someone could be this annoying? Even worse, how was it possible that she was attracted to this dimwit? It didn't make any sense at all.

They got into Sophie's car to drive to Jack's house. Surprisingly, and quiet thankfully, Sawyer stayed sane the entire time.

"Hopefully your car hasn't been towed or destroyed by now."

"I wouldn't be surprised if someone had vandalized it already. By the way, are you okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you seemed pretty insane last night."

"Oh yeah, well its pretty hard to take care of four drunk friends all by yourself, don't you think?"

"Haha… sorry about that. But that's not what I mean."

"What are you saying then?"

They were at a red stop light at an intersection. Sawyer didn't say anything, so Sophie turned her head to look at Sawyer and met his deep green eyes. Suddenly, his hand landed on her arm and squeezed. Her heart stopped. Literally stopped. How could he just touch her like that? Did he have any idea what he was doing to her?

"Oh my god," he whispered, sliding down his seat a little.

"What? What is it?" Sophie asked him.

"My dad. He's right there."

"I'll say hi to Mr. Huggins!" Sophie said excitedly.

"No! He will ask about my Tesla. Just tell me when his car passes away. Sophie nodded, but her mind was more focused on his hand still squeezing her arm.

She watched Mr. Huggins' car drive ahead of hers as the light turned green.

"He's gone." she told Sawyer.

"Phew." Sawyer let out a huge breath. His hand trailed down her arm, sending shivers up Sophie's spine, and finally gripped at her hands.

"Thank god." He smiled at Sophie, who just simply nodded at Sawyer. She was dazed at his sudden form of affection. Like he considered her as a close friend. Like how they used to be before Sawyer turned into a flirting asshole maniac.