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"C'mon, Sam! Just one more shot!" Jake shouted at me over the pounding music,
"I can't!" I yelled. I'd already done...so many shots, I couldn't count and my throat felt like it was on fire!
'drink, drink, drink, drink!" Jake and a load of random guys who had surrounded us shouted. I groaned and grabbed the glass, throwing the shot back. Everyone cheered as I slammed the glass down on the table,
"I can shrink you bitches under she table!" I slurred out. Another shot appeared in front of and they all started chanting again, "Oh, god..." I trailed off, "I can't do anymore" I said, moving over to a table and sitting there with Jake,
'so, Carly know about you and Benson yet?" Jake shouted over the music,
"No!" I yelled back, "I should tell her!"
"Yeah, first thing Monday, y-you MARCH up and TELL her what's going on!" he shouted,
"I'll do better than that!" I exclaimed, pulling my phone out of my pocket, 'shI'll call "er!" I said, trying to press the right buttons and putting the phone to my ear,
"Hello? Sammy?" A voice asked,
"Carly!" I exclaimed, "I need to tell you something!" I slurred,
'Sam, are you drunk?" Carly asked...she sounds A LOT different on the phone...
"Are YOU drunk?!" I yelled back,
'Sam, You're drunk"
'me and Benson!" I exclaimed, "Are having SEX!" I yelled at her,
"I'm coming to get you" she said, 'stay there" she said and then hung up,
"What did she say?!" Jake called,
"she hung up! How rude!" I exclaimed, throwing my phone on the table,
"Hey!" Jake yelled, "Let's dance!" he exclaimed, taking my hand and pulled me on the dance floor. S&M by Rihanna was pounding in my ears and I couldn't think straight. Jake took one of my hands and started dancing with me. I smiled and did a spin and rested my hands on his shoulders,
'Sam!" Jake yelled in my ear,
"What?!" I called back,
"You're so fucking sexy!" I laughed and started doing some sexy dance moves, making a circle with my hips. Suddenly, Jake leapt forward and kissed me on my lips. My eyes widened and I pushed him away,
"shake! What're doing?! Yous know I'm swith Benson!"
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Sam!" he exclaimed, looking like he was about to throw up,
"Go to the bathroom" I slurred out, pushing him toward the bathroom before he threw up. I turned around and tried to make my way back to my seat. I finally made my way to our booth and threw myself on the seat.
FPOV
As soon as I got into the club, I started sifting through the crowds of people trying to find Sam. I knew it wasn't a good idea for her to go to a club with Jake. I mean, I've taught him in a Philosophy course last year and from what I knew, he was not a responsible guy. And the way he's always calling my Sammy, babe? I didn't like it, she says it's nothing, but it's not. I knew she shouldn't have come here! I mean Sam's not the most responsible of people, but I didn't want to tell her not to come! I mean I don't own her! So, I let her do what she wanted, she asked me to go out with her immature friend to an immature club...and I said yes. That's not happening again. I finally say a mess of blond hair sprawled out on a couch booth in the corner of the club,
'Sam?" I asked, getting closer and realising she was asleep, 'Sam!" I called again, shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes a bit and stared at me for a minute and then went back to sleep, "For god's sake, Sam!" I snapped, annoyed. I wrapped my arm around her and started to pull her up
"Ah!" she squealed, "Help! I'm being kidnapped!" I rolled my eyes, no one had heard her as they were all too busy dancing and the music was way too loud, "Let me go!" she hit me on the shoulder, "I wanna stay!" I practically dragged her to the club doorway where she wouldn't go any further, refusing too,
'Sam, stop being a brat" I told her, annoyed with her that she would be so reckless. What was she thinking going to a club, getting drunk with a lot of teenage boys around, she doesn't know what the hell could have happened to her! I groaned in annoyance and scooped Sam up in my arms and started to carry her to my car. Of course, she protested all the way to the car, saying she could walk. But when we got to the car, I set her down and she almost fell into the side of the car. If I didn't catch her, she probably would have hit the car and fallen to the floor,
"Come on, Sweetheart" I said, as I helped her into the passenger seat. As soon as I sat her down, she curled her legs up to her chest and pouted. I rolled my eyes and got into the driver's seat. I started the engine and headed to my place. No way was I taking her back to her place, who knows what she'd do without me there,
"I wanted to stay!" Sam snapped at me. I looked over at her and she was pouting with her arms crossed,
'Sam, you are completely intoxicated" I told her, "I doubt you could have stayed if you wanted to"
"I was having fun!" she exclaimed, pouting some more,
"You were unconscious!"
"I was still having fun!" I sighed, I wasn't ever going to dignify that with a response...She didn't say anything for the rest of the drive home, I thought she'd fallen asleep but when I looked over at her she was wide awake, just sulking. I pulled up at my apartment building and turned off the engine. I got out and went over to Sam's door and started to get her out. She pushed me away,
"What, Sam?" I asked, "you wanna stay out here in the car all night?!" I asked, she thought about it for a few seconds, and then gave in and tried to get out of the car, falling twice in the process. She wouldn't let me carry her, but I had to help her all the way up to my apartment.
When we got to my apartment, I led her to my bed so she could sleep it off. I got her out one of my old shirts, long enough to cover her. I turned to hand it to her but realised she'd already fallen asleep on the bed. I sighed and pulled her up,
'Sam, you have to get changed" I said,
"Mmm! No!" she yelled, trying to lie back down,
"No, come on, I'll help you" I said. My hands went her neck to take her necklace off and I slipped her bracelets off. My hands went to the bottom of the deep blue cocktail dress she was wearing. I looked up, not wanting to be tempted and slipped her dress off over her head. I tried to keep looking up, but failed as I snapped my head down once. Oh, god...She was wearing matching deep blue lace underwear too...I shook my thoughts off and slipped the shirt over her head. As soon as it was on, she collapsed on the bed asleep.
SPOV
I woke due to a ray of light shining through the window. I slowly opened my eyes and brought my fists up to attempt to rub the sleep away. I yawned and sat up. As soon as I did, I groaned and grabbed my head. I had the worst headache in the history of the world...I slowly put my feet on the floor and realised I wasn't in my apartment, I was in Benson's...which meant he saw me drunk...Oh god...I looked around the room to realise he wasn't there. I stood up and noticed my change of clothes in the mirror; I was now wearing one of Benson's old shirts. I looked around for my clothes and saw them neatly folded on a chair. I took Benson's shirt of and slipped my dress back on and grabbed my bag. I needed to get back home before Amber gets up, thankfully, this is her sleeping in day. I suddenly heard a noise from the kitchen and figured Benson was in there. I slowly opened the door and stepped out to see him frying something in the kitchen. He turned to me when I came in the room,
"Coffee?" he asked me, holding up a pot of coffee. I nodded and sat down at the table. I groaned at my headache and rested my head in my hands. A minute later, Benson set a mug of coffee down in front of me,
"Thanks" I murmured. I wrapped my hands around the mug, sighing at the warmth. I took a sip and felt the hot liquid running through my body,
"How're you feeling today?" Benson asked,
"Um, ok" I answered. I hesitated, contemplating asking him what happened, "Um...What exactly happened last night?" I asked. He snapped his eyes up to look at me and his gaze darkened,
"You were drunk" he said,
"Really?" I asked, sarcastically, pointing to my head. He silenced me with a glare,
"You went out with him to the club and halfway through my night I got a call from a drunken Samantha trying to call Carly" he said. "I then decided to go and collect said drunken girl from the club, only to find her passed out on one of the couches there. I finally got the girl to my apartment where she collapsed on my bed" he finished. Shit...
"I'm sorry" I mumbled,
"For?" he asked,
"For making you come and get me in the night" I said. He didn't say anything, just took my empty coffee mug and put it in the sink, starting the water, "Benson?" I asked, getting up and walking next to him. I looked at him to see that he had a mixed expression of worry, disbelief, anger and...disappointment, "Benson?" I asked again. He moved his eyes slightly to look at me for a second and then he put the mug on the draining board,
"I knew I shouldn't have let you go out" he mumbled. Let me?!
"What?" I asked, in disbelief. What did he mean let me?!
"You!" he exclaimed, "I knew I shouldn't have let you out! At that time of night?!" he ranted,
"Excuse me! But you're not the one who dictates to me when I go out!" I snapped,
"Well, I was right! You shouldn't have gone!" he exclaimed, "You are not going out at that time again!"
"Excuse me?!" I exclaimed. Was he actually trying to tell me I couldn't go out when I wanted anymore?!
"You heard me! You're not going out at that time of night again! Especially not with him!" When he said him, something inside me clicked. He's jealous, I thought,
"Is that what this is all about?" I asked, "Me going with Jake?!" I was pretty pissed off he didn't want me hanging out with my friends,
"Samantha!" he snapped,
"No, is this what this is?! Are you jealous?!"
"Samantha! You know that's not it!" Yeah, right... "You were so vulnerable! Who knows what could have happened to you if I didn't come and collect you! And he left you! He left a drunken teenage girl in the middle of a club where anything could have happened to her!"
"I am not a teenager, I am 19 years old! I think I can think for myself!"
"You obviously couldn't last night!"
"We were having fun!"
"Samantha! Anything could have happened to you! All because he got you drunk and then he left you!"
"It's not his fault!"
"He shouldn't have left you!"
"He didn't leave me! He went to the bathroom!"
"Enough!" Benson's voice had risen so much, I was sure the people in the apartment above us could hear us, "You are not going out with him again, that is final!" he snapped. I stared at him with my eyes wide and mouth open,
"What?" I asked,
"You heard me! You are not allowed to go out with him again! No after what's happened! This kid needs to learn how to look after himself, before he can look after someone else!"
"I don't need looking after!" I exclaimed, "Who the hell are you to tell me which of my friends I can and can't go out with?! And he's not a kid! And neither am I, so stop treating me like one!"
"Well, stop acting like one!"
"You stop acting like you have some sort of control over me!" I yelled, grabbing my bag and heading for the door,
"Samantha! Where are you going?!" he yelled after me, "We're not done!"
"Well, I am!" I screamed, slamming the door behind me. I sighed, leaning against the door and started downstairs to the lobby. Oh my god...Had I really just done that? Had I just broken up with Benson?
"Please hand in your papers to me before you leave" Benson finished at the end of class. It had been one week since mine and Benson's...fight and we hadn't talked since. He'd called me a few times, but I hadn't answered any of his calls, texts and he'd even sent a few e-mails. I was still pissed at what he said, I mean-Ugh, I'd been avoiding even thinking about it since then. After I'd left Benson's, I got a cab home where Amber interrogated me on what happened. I'd told her I didn't want to talk about it and went to bed; she still doesn't know what exactly happened. This had been my first lecture with Benson after our incident. I'd skipped the one I had earlier this week, so this was the first I'd turned up to and, boy was I nervous...I only felt inclined to come by reminding myself that I'd fall behind and probably fail my examination if I didn't. It was awkward between us in the lecture, you could cut the tension with a knife...Even though I'd chosen the seat furthest away from the front and Benson's desk, I could still feel his eyes watching me. I might as well have sat at the front...I gathered my stuff and retrieved my paper from my folder. I stood up and took a breath before making my way over to Mr Benson's desk. I handed him my paper, more like shoved it into his hand,
"Sir" I greeted. He greeted me with a small nod in my direction and mumbled a quick thanks for the essay,
"Samantha, listen, I'm sorry about what happened, I shou-" he started,
"Um, I didn't really understand the third section so I hope I've done it to your standards-" I cut him off. I didn't want to hear it,
"Samantha, I-"
"-if it's not, you can just drop me an e-mail-"
"Please, I-"
"-and I'll be happy to write it again-"
"Damn it, Samantha!" he yelled, slamming the pile of essays down on the desk. Thankfully, everybody else had left the room by this point. I shut my mouth and looked up at him, "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened, I just...I guess I was too-"
"I'm sorry, sir, I have to get to another class" I interrupted him, tears threatening to spill over my eyes. I speed walked to the door and left before he could say anything.
"Sam, what's up?" Jake asked me at lunch,
"Hmm?" I asked, looking at him,
"You're totally out of it"
"What? No, I'm fine" I assured him. We'd talked about the night we went out and he'd apologised 100 times for leaving me and going to the bathroom and...kissing me. I'd forgiven him (if there was anything to forgive in the first place), and after about 1000 times of me telling him that, he finally stopped feeling guilty,
"Ok, you've been acting weird since the night we went out" he pointed out, "I'm really sorry for leaving you, I mean-"
"Jake, it's fine, I've already forgiven you" I said, "Well, there was nothing to forgive, I was never mad at you"
"Ok, then what's up?" he asked,
"It's just-" I stopped myself, not wanting to tell him. He'd just think it was his fault, try to make it right, just meddle and probably make things worse than they are... "Nothing" I answered. He raised an eyebrow at me,
"Sam" he said in a warning voice, "If you don't tell me, I'll send that picture of you to your father" he threatened. My eyes widened,
"You mean the picture of me-"
"-at the students union" he finished. I didn't want to tell him and I definitely did not want him to send that picture, let's just say it wasn't pretty...
"Ok, fine" I gave in, "Me and Benson...are just taking a little time apart" I shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal,
"You what?!" Jake exclaimed, "You broke up?!" I nodded, "What...when...how did...?" he tried. His eyes darkened in realisation, "Oh my god, because of me?" he asked,
"No! It was nothing to do with you" I answered,
"Then what?" he asked,
"I just found out he's a bit...controlling" I finished. Interesting choice of words, I thought,
"Because of me" he finished,
"No, he-"
"No, Sammy, you didn't say anything about this until I was a fucking idiot at that club" he told me,
"Jake, this was my choice, ok? Nothing to do with you" I assured him, "So stop worrying" I smiled. He looked up at me and eventually broke into a smile,
"Okay, fine" he sighed, "But if anything else happens, I am stepping in!" he exclaimed. I laughed,
"Sure" I nodded, taking his arm, "Come on, let's go to lunch"
FPOV
Sam hasn't talked to me since she gave me in her essay. Even then, she wouldn't mention that night we broke up. I mean how does she even justify what that Jack kid did? I mean he left a teenage girl in a club, on her own where anything could have happened to her. That's not even the point now; the point is that she thinks I'm trying to control her which couldn't be further from the truth! I mean I'm trying to protect her, can she not see that? I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the door,
"Come in" I called. I soon regretted saying that as the door opened to reveal...Jack...or Josh or whatever his name is. Does he know about me and Sam? Or...did he know?
"Yes?" I asked, trying not to let my anger out,
"I need to talk to you about Sam" he said, losing the door behind him,
"Samantha Puckett?" I asked,
"Cut the shit, Benson, you know exactly who I'm talking about" he snapped. I raised my eyebrows at him,
"I don't need to talk to you about her" I told him,
"Well, I need to talk to you" he said, "Listen, I know you're probably mad at me, but-"
"Probably?" I quoted, "Just a bit" I said, sarcastically,
"Listen, she's a big girl and she can take care of herself, and I don't think she needs you too-"
"What did she tell you?" I asked, "Did she make me out to be bad guy?!"
"Well, she used the word controlling!" he exclaimed, "Listen, I'm sorry for ditching her, I was drunk and I didn't mean too, and I definitely did not mean to kiss her! I mean if I was sober, I never would've done either! I mean she's my best friend-" My head snapped up from my desk,
"You what?" I asked, angrily, "You...kissed her?!" I spat through my teeth,
"Oh...I guess she didn't tell you that bit..." he mumbled, "Shit" he murmured,
"Ok, listen, it was only a little kiss, I was drunk and I don't know why I even did it, I have a girlfriend..." I didn't even think about what I did next, I was running on impulse. Before I knew what I did, I pulled my fist back and punched him across the face,
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, hand going to his face. My eyes widened at what I'd just done and I looked down at my hand, "Shit!" he exclaimed, "Feel better now?!" he asked,
"Not really" I answered, "Hey, listen, I'm sorry, I-"
"N o, it's fine, I get it, ok?" he asked, "I kissed your girlfriend, hit me again if you want"
"No, I'm really sorry" I apologised. I can't believe I'd just done that. I'm a professor and he's a student...what the hell was I thinking? I could be arrested for assault...against a student...
"Fucking hell, man" he groaned, "You know how to throw a punch" he commented,
"Here, let me see" I said and he brought his hand down. Shit! His eye wasalmost black,
"Come on, let's get you to the nurse" I said, opening the door,
"Nah, I'm fine" he shook me off,
"I just punched you in the face. We need to go to the nurse" I told him,
"Okay fine" he agreed.