"This is the most fun I have ever had!" Samantha squealed hopping up onto Sierra's pool table, in an awkward stumbling movement. Once atop of the billiard table she broke into a rather off key version of Aaron Carter's 'Aaron's Party'.
"Everyone together sing it loud, Come get it. Jump all around, Come get it. What? Come get it. Say it again, Come get it. People all round, ya got to, Come get it. From the left to the right make noise, Come get it."
Portman stood off to the side watching as his girlfriend made a fool of herself in front of everyone. Knowing full well that wasn't the level headed girl he'd been crazy over since freshmen year.
"What's gotten into her?" Carly asked Dean as she walked up beside him with Adam close in tow.
"I have no f-ing clue." Portman answered shaking his head.
"Come on guys, loosen up, enjoy yourselves!" Sam yelled doing a cartwheel across the table and narrowly missed falling off the end. "Whoa, that was close. Dean, get me down."
Portman sprinted over and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her off the pool tale and depositing her onto the floor.
"Are you feelin' okay babe?" He whispered still holding tightly to her hips.
"Of course, I've never felt better Hun." Samantha replied twirling around in a circle.
"Sam what's with you?" Carly looked over her best friend worriedly.
"Nothing's with me, can't I have a little fun? I mean geeze, everyone's always complaining about how much of a straight edge I am. Now, Dean my love, dance with me." She tugged on her boyfriend's hand, but he didn't budge.
"Samantha stop!" Portman chide "I think you need to lay down."
"I don't want to lay down." Sam declared jerking away from Dean and Carly, losing her balance in the process and nearly toppling over.
"Jesus Sam." Caroline reached out and caught her best friends shoulder to steady her.
Suddenly Samantha's stomach began to feel sour and her head started to spin. Before she knew it, the grayish recreation-room carpet seemed to be moving beneath her and her knees felt week.
"I need to lay down." Her hand came up to her forehead and she shut her eyes tightly.
"Okay, Carly can you let the rest of the group know I took Sam home?" The tall enforcer picked up his delicate, writer, girlfriend.
"Hey Portman, where are you going?" Sierra appeared in the foyer as Dean reached the door.
"Oh, Sierra hey, um Sam's not feelin' good, I'm gonna bring her back to the dorms to lay down." Portman answered
"You're leaving? Oh don't leave, I'm hosting this party for you." The cheerleader wined.
"I've got to bring her home Sierra, I'm sorry. But I think she may be a little hammered."
"I just knew someone was going to ruin this get together by spiking the punch. Well, oooh, I have an idea, why don't we set her up in one of my guest rooms? That way she can rest and you can stay and have a good time." The redhead suggested.
"I dunno."
"Do it Dean, I don't want to ruin your fun, besides I'll probably feel better in a few minutes, I wouldn't want to waste the night." Samantha instructed him weakly
"Okay baby."
"Fantastic!" Sierra squeaked "This way."
Once Sam was tucked in comfortably, in a beautiful, lacey, white daybed, Sierra and her object of desire returned to the party. At the foot if the steps, the girl tossed her scarlet tresses over her shoulder, an act that caught Ryan Snow's eye. As Sierra tugged Portman off toward the balcony, Ryan climbed the spiral staircase.
By the time Portman was ready to leave it was well after 1:00 AM and most of the team had already left. Only Fulton, Carly and Adam lingered with him, only to try to help think of a way to sneak the drunken newspaper editor back into her room without being caught. Curfew wasn't sternly enforced on the weekends, but campus insobriety was strictly prohibited.
"We better get goin', I'm gonna go up and get Sam." Portman stated to his three friends.
"Ugh, I'll go with you, she's a real night mare to wake up." Caroline volunteered following him up to the guest room.
Moments later a yell came that nearly shook the house, sounding more like the roar of an angry lion.
"What the fuck!" followed by a thud
"Jesus, Adam, Fulton get up here!" Carly exclaimed leaned over the banister
She returned to the room to find Portman holding Ryan by his neck against the wall and Samantha struggling back into her shirt.
"Dean put him down, you're going to hurt him." Sam ordered from the bed, but went unheeded.
"What the hells going on in here?" Adam panted, exhausted from his sprint up the stairs.
"Portman, what are ya doin' dude?" Fulton asked pulling his best friend away from the noticeably smaller art student and activist.
"I came up here to wake up Sam and found this prick half naked in bed with her. I bet that makes you feel like a real man don't it Snow? Taking advantage of a plastered girl. Getting all your jollies while she to smashed to stop you."
"Portman," Carly started "I've been friends Ryan since last year and I've never known him to be the type of guy to take advantage for a while
"Look Dean, I don't know what you talking about. I'm not the aggressor here, I just came up to go to the bathroom and Samantha there, stopped me in the hallway. She was coming on to me, she said she wanted to get back together. I just went along with it." Ryan said in his own defense.
"You're lying!" The hockey player accused "He's lying isn't he Sam?"
"I…I…I…I don't know." Samantha's stuttering answer ripped Portman's heart out.
"Oh." Was all he said after that, before fleeing form Sierra's house, leaving Carly and Adam to bring a shaken Samantha Wyatt home.
"Everyone together sing it loud, Come get it. Jump all around, Come get it. What? Come get it. Say it again, Come get it. People all round, ya got to, Come get it. From the left to the right make noise, Come get it."
Portman stood off to the side watching as his girlfriend made a fool of herself in front of everyone. Knowing full well that wasn't the level headed girl he'd been crazy over since freshmen year.
"What's gotten into her?" Carly asked Dean as she walked up beside him with Adam close in tow.
"I have no f-ing clue." Portman answered shaking his head.
"Come on guys, loosen up, enjoy yourselves!" Sam yelled doing a cartwheel across the table and narrowly missed falling off the end. "Whoa, that was close. Dean, get me down."
Portman sprinted over and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her off the pool tale and depositing her onto the floor.
"Are you feelin' okay babe?" He whispered still holding tightly to her hips.
"Of course, I've never felt better Hun." Samantha replied twirling around in a circle.
"Sam what's with you?" Carly looked over her best friend worriedly.
"Nothing's with me, can't I have a little fun? I mean geeze, everyone's always complaining about how much of a straight edge I am. Now, Dean my love, dance with me." She tugged on her boyfriend's hand, but he didn't budge.
"Samantha stop!" Portman chide "I think you need to lay down."
"I don't want to lay down." Sam declared jerking away from Dean and Carly, losing her balance in the process and nearly toppling over.
"Jesus Sam." Caroline reached out and caught her best friends shoulder to steady her.
Suddenly Samantha's stomach began to feel sour and her head started to spin. Before she knew it, the grayish recreation-room carpet seemed to be moving beneath her and her knees felt week.
"I need to lay down." Her hand came up to her forehead and she shut her eyes tightly.
"Okay, Carly can you let the rest of the group know I took Sam home?" The tall enforcer picked up his delicate, writer, girlfriend.
"Hey Portman, where are you going?" Sierra appeared in the foyer as Dean reached the door.
"Oh, Sierra hey, um Sam's not feelin' good, I'm gonna bring her back to the dorms to lay down." Portman answered
"You're leaving? Oh don't leave, I'm hosting this party for you." The cheerleader wined.
"I've got to bring her home Sierra, I'm sorry. But I think she may be a little hammered."
"I just knew someone was going to ruin this get together by spiking the punch. Well, oooh, I have an idea, why don't we set her up in one of my guest rooms? That way she can rest and you can stay and have a good time." The redhead suggested.
"I dunno."
"Do it Dean, I don't want to ruin your fun, besides I'll probably feel better in a few minutes, I wouldn't want to waste the night." Samantha instructed him weakly
"Okay baby."
"Fantastic!" Sierra squeaked "This way."
Once Sam was tucked in comfortably, in a beautiful, lacey, white daybed, Sierra and her object of desire returned to the party. At the foot if the steps, the girl tossed her scarlet tresses over her shoulder, an act that caught Ryan Snow's eye. As Sierra tugged Portman off toward the balcony, Ryan climbed the spiral staircase.
By the time Portman was ready to leave it was well after 1:00 AM and most of the team had already left. Only Fulton, Carly and Adam lingered with him, only to try to help think of a way to sneak the drunken newspaper editor back into her room without being caught. Curfew wasn't sternly enforced on the weekends, but campus insobriety was strictly prohibited.
"We better get goin', I'm gonna go up and get Sam." Portman stated to his three friends.
"Ugh, I'll go with you, she's a real night mare to wake up." Caroline volunteered following him up to the guest room.
Moments later a yell came that nearly shook the house, sounding more like the roar of an angry lion.
"What the fuck!" followed by a thud
"Jesus, Adam, Fulton get up here!" Carly exclaimed leaned over the banister
She returned to the room to find Portman holding Ryan by his neck against the wall and Samantha struggling back into her shirt.
"Dean put him down, you're going to hurt him." Sam ordered from the bed, but went unheeded.
"What the hells going on in here?" Adam panted, exhausted from his sprint up the stairs.
"Portman, what are ya doin' dude?" Fulton asked pulling his best friend away from the noticeably smaller art student and activist.
"I came up here to wake up Sam and found this prick half naked in bed with her. I bet that makes you feel like a real man don't it Snow? Taking advantage of a plastered girl. Getting all your jollies while she to smashed to stop you."
"Portman," Carly started "I've been friends Ryan since last year and I've never known him to be the type of guy to take advantage for a while
"Look Dean, I don't know what you talking about. I'm not the aggressor here, I just came up to go to the bathroom and Samantha there, stopped me in the hallway. She was coming on to me, she said she wanted to get back together. I just went along with it." Ryan said in his own defense.
"You're lying!" The hockey player accused "He's lying isn't he Sam?"
"I…I…I…I don't know." Samantha's stuttering answer ripped Portman's heart out.
"Oh." Was all he said after that, before fleeing form Sierra's house, leaving Carly and Adam to bring a shaken Samantha Wyatt home.