AN: Sorry again for not updating sooner! I've had mild writer's block on this one so....yeah...Read and review as usual folks.

Sam's POV...

A week later, 1 days until opening night...

This week has been a hell-hole of doom. Doom, doom and doom. I hate it. I really do. Zach hasn't paid attention to me or anything and has been hanging out with the "slutty bitch" clique too.

Anyways, it's the end of the day again and I'm still in stupid drama class. We have to practice after school now that it's almost the opening night.

Finally, practice ended and I went to my locker. As I was packing my books, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey Sam, I'm having this pre-cast party and after party at my house and I need everyone to come." It was Rachel, this girl who was playing someone. She handed me an invite. "The pre-party is in the middle of the day Saturday...or tomorrow...so that we can practice and then go to do the performance. So technically, it's not really a party...but whatever. See you then." I took a look at the invite just as she walked away. Great, it's near Danny's house. That means I have to pass by and his parents have a little alarm to let them know that I'm coming for some reason. Oh well, I'll just go the back way.

Once I got home, I did my homework quickly and laid out in bed. I stared at the ceiling for hours until I fell asleep.

The next day...

By the time I woke up, I was ready to go to the party. I threw on a tee shirt without looking at it and jeans with a hole in them. I picked up my make up bag and ran out the door to my car. I turned on the car and sped away, realizing that I didn't brush it or anything. I arrived before I knew it and flipped my hair into a ponytail. I'm sure I looked like crap, but I didn't care. I had a crappy night...especially my dream.

When I was at the party, Zach got into my jeans and then once he did what he wanted to do, broke up with me. Even Danny didn't want me then and then I was just alone. It was so depressing that I woke up crying. But I also woke up feeling very...sick and fabulous at the same time when Zach was "doing his duty" to me. I feel like such pervert.

I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Rachel opened it up instantly and invited me in. Her house was nice...It smelled clean and fresh. She led me down to the downstairs of the house, which evidently was some sort of recreational thing.

"So since we all thought that we were pretty set, we just decided to hang out and stuff." She said. "Do you have any ideas of what we should do?"

"Uh...no..." I plopped down my bag on the ground.

"Oo, I have an idea! Let's play 7 Minutes in Heaven!" Paulina exclaimed. Oh no...it's like my dream!

"Great idea! Okay...as the hostess, I'll go first...I choose...Danny." Does she even like him?! Oh yeah, Paulina said that he was a great kisser or something like that. Danny blushed as Rachel led him to the room. I think it was a bathroom or something. After 7 minutes, the door was ripped open on them. They were both beet red.

"Your turn Danny." Tucker said.

"Uh...I choose...Uh...Wendy..." Who? Oh my God, she's freaking ugly! She snorted and walked to the closet and 7 minutes later, Danny was bright red again. We continued the game without me paying attention until Zach called me. I stood up and shuffled over into the room and gasped. It was the same one as the one in my dream! No way déjà vu can happen. There's no way. He closed the door and grabbed me, forcing his lips onto mine. I scrambled around and then finally gave up. He manipulated my body as I just stood and laid there, fighting tears. But I didn't say no. Finally, there was a knock on the door and he stood from his kneeling position between my knees. I pulled up my jeans and sniffled back some tears.

"Hey Sam...Uh..." Great, déjà vu just happens to be real.

"I know. This isn't working, but we should still be friends. Asshole." I stormed out of the bathroom angrily. I just blurted out Danny's name and blushed again. He blushed also and followed me. I have no idea why I said his name. I just randomly did. I closed the door behind myself.

"Hi Sam...Uh... I have to say something..." He stuttered as he plucked a Queen Anne's lace flower from a vase on the sink.

"What, that you hate me too? And that you've fucked Paulina, just to rub it in my face?!" I yelled. He seemed startled and started to pick at the purple flower on the plant.

"Uh...no...we haven't done that...I'm...I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I was mean...and...I just wanted to say...uh...I don't know how to put it." I looked at the ground. I'd been a bitch to him and he's apologizing...Fabulous. I felt his hands cup my face and lift it up. Then he kissed me. Like he meant it. And he wasn't acting. I balanced on the wall to keep myself from falling down and kissed back. Finally, we pulled away for much needed air.

"Wow...Uh...I'm sorry too...I've been a total bitch and it's just that I've been doing a lot of stuff and—"He cut my off by kissing me again. Before I knew it, it was 7 minutes. We walked out smiling. And it was an actual smile, not the fake one I'd been wearing for a few days.

"Okay...omigosh! It's like, time to go people!" Rachel squealed. Everyone rushed around, trying to get their stuff together. I was still elated as I got into the mini-van that was taking us and as we started the play. But little did I know that it would be a disaster.

AN: I'm so sorry I didn't update sooner! I still love you! Keep reviewing!