Tash's POV
I was still laughing while twirling my spaghetti with the fork and putting it in my mouth. I had almost finished, but Sam was still staring at me while in the line. I was tempted to lick my bowl, just to make all of their tummys rumble. I poured my cordial, still sitting alone and sipped from the glass. I made good cordial! It was so yum! I stood up and left. People who were still in the line moaned at the wait. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to that party so I ran for the Sam's cabin. I wanted to get the alcohol in Toby's bag. I opened the door, walked to my bags and pulled out pyjama shorts and a baggy singlet. I went to the bathroom and changed into those clothes, I walked back out and dropped the dress and shoes down on my bag. I went back to the bathroom and wet the towel to wipe off my makeup. It was so cold against my skin! I checked in the mirror so that I knew that it had all come off and then I tiptoed out and looked through the curtain to see if anyone was coming. They weren't so I walked over to Toby's bag and pulled out two cans on beer. I went back into the room I was sleeping in and shut the door behind me. I was scared to try it. I was underage. I just wanted to let go of everything for that night, I wanted to forget about what I did to Summer and Andrew, I wanted to forget about Sam and most of all, forget about my Dad. I knew that he would be on my back tommorow when he realised I was drunk, but I didn't care. I couldn't open it. I can't open cans. I'm always too scared that I will break my nail on it. I sighed and hid the cans under the bed. I hid inside the sleeping bag. I pretended to sleep. I felt strange having the beer under me. I heard the front door opening so I turned around so that you couldn't see my face. I sucked at fake sleeping, I'd always smile or open my eyes. I heard the door twisting. It was Sam. It had to be. He came in and sat down on my bed. He really needed to learn about personal space. He leant over and kissed me on the cheek.
"You're so cute when you sleep Tashie" He whispered. He probably didn't think that I could hear. Fail. I held in my laughter, he was actually hilarious.
"Tashie. You're awesome" He said. What was with calling me Tashie... That's what people I hate call me. I rolled over and looked up at him.
"Please don't call me Tashie I hate it" I said. Sam looked around like he was pretending he didn't do anything.
"You heard everything I just said?" He asked, looking at the door.
"Yep" I replied. He sat there and yawned.
"Why aren't you at the party?" I asked, looking at him.
"I, uh, want to be with you?" He said, I pulled him to me by his shirt. I kissed him, he just sat there like an idiot. I let go of him.
"What's up?" I asked. Sam pulled out his phone and showed it to me. "Yeah. And?" I said, he showed me Summer's facebook page. I didn't even look at it.
"Did you even read it?" He asked, pulling the phone back.
"No.. Why would I, you're trying to make me forgive Summer. It's not working" I said. He just looked at me and put the phone back in my face.
"I'm not. Just read the comment" He snapped. I read it and felt really bad. It was something about Summer's Dad dying or something. I didn't read it carefully, I just skim read it. That made what I did to Summer like ten times worse!
"Sam!" I moaned. I felt my throat clogging up. I hated Summer, but for some reason I wanted to cry for her. Maybe it was because both of our Mum's had died and I knew what it felt like, I had no idea. I wanted to be there for her, except she hated me too. I didn't know what to do. I felt really guilty, like it was my fault or something.
"Will her Dad be alright?" I asked.
"Dunno" Sam replied. I hated myself. Why did I have to get revenge for everything. She didn't even deserve it. I wrapped the sleepingbag around me and hid my face in the pillow.
"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired, if you want me, I'll be on the other bed" Sam said as he got up and flicked the lightswitch off.
"Ok, night" I said as the lights went off. I couldn't stop thinking about Summer. Her Dad might die. I couldn't even imagine my own Dad dying, as much as I hated him sometimes. I reached down underneath the bed and pulled out a can. I carefully opened it, thank god I didn't break a nail. I drunk it all down quickly. It tasted gross, but I didn't pay attention to the taste. I fell down on the pillow and lay there until I fell asleep.