Second chapter! Huzzah! And, I know Tucker was a jerk in the first chapter, but it's just the way the story has to be. Plus, I just don't like Tucker that much.

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Sam wasn't usually one to change her outfit for a party, especially one she had to be bribed into going to. But it was just way too hot for her usual leggings and combat boots, and if she was going to be crammed in a room with her peers, she'd want to be comfortable. Well, as comfortable as a person can get in that situation. However, her closet wasn't supplying her many options.

"No, no. Hmm, maybe," She mumbled to herself, considering the articles of clothing in her hands. Her color options were black, dark blue, and purple. Sam sighed in frustration. I really need different clothes, she thought. So, not wanting to spend hours figuring out what to wear, finally opted to stick a hand into one of the piles of clothing and wear whatever reached her grasp. The outfit she ended up wearing to the party was one her trademark black tank tops with the purple emblem, a pair of black denim Bermuda shorts, and black ballet flats.

After adorning herself in the outfit, Sam glanced at her clock and rolled her eyes. 6:00. Time to meet Danny and Tucker. Yay…

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"Hey, look who took my advice!" Tucker greeted Sam as she walked towards Danny and him. Sam just rolled her eyes in response. Arguments she had with Tucker always seemed so pointless after a couple days.

"Yeah, yeah. I only did this because of the heat, not because of your stupid comment," Sam corrected him, then turned to her other friend, "Hey, Danny." He smiled and nodded his head in response.

"You guys ready to go?" he asked

"You know it! I'm ready to PARRTY!" Tucker waved his hands around in the air.

Sam's hands, however, we covering her face in embarrassment. "Would you shut up? There are people around!" Tucker rolled his eyes, but ceased his yelling and flailing.

"Okay, guys," Danny attempted to re-route an argument, "Let's get going. I'd like to arrive while there's still some food left." The three kids agreed, and began walking to Paulina's.

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As soon as she walked through the doors, Sam knew that the night was going to be a long one. She cringed at the thoughts appearing in her mind: Tucker failing horribly at picking up numerous girls; being pushed around an unbearably crowded dance floor. She sighed, but reluctantly entered the room. Her eyes scanned the area for something remotely interesting. Dancing was quickly dismissed, there was no one to make out with on the couch, and then there was the snack table. She wasn't that pathetic, so she decided to try the dance floor.

As Sam prepared to enter the hellhole with her fellow classmates, something on a card table snagged her glance. The shiny brown glass seemed to draw her in, her feet unconsciously heading towards the table. Her elegant fingers grasped the bottle. Wonder who brought the booze? She considered taking some. Well, at least I won't remember any of this if I'm wasted, were her last thoughts before opening the glass bottle and chugging.

I'll update soon!