The next morning, Sam woke up with an odd lightheaded feeling. Sitting up, she soon felt the sensation become a pounding headache coupled with a sour taste in her mouth.

Did a truck run over my head? She thought to herself, instantly regretting the thinking when the pain got worse. Well, this can't be good. What the hell is this headache from? Her head fell, due to the immense frustration and pain she was suffering from. Raising an eyebrow, she noticed something wasn't right. Instead of her usual dark, roomy nightwear, she was wearing a slightly more fitted white t-shirt.

Do I own any white? Sam squinted, seeing a red oval came into focus. A gasp escaped her lips as she realized that she was in Danny's shirt. She sprang to her feet, only to fall back down on the bed again. Really smooth, Manson. Her thoughts mocked her clumsiness. Opting to move at a semi-moderate speed, she shuffled down to the kitchen, finding two unexpected visitors.

"Tucker? Danny? You guys are in my kitchen?" she internally smacked herself for her stupid question.

But neither of them even cracked a smile at her dumb inquiry. "We came over early to see if you were okay," Danny's cerulean orbs had a deep look of concern, "You're lucky your parents weren't here when you came back from the party, or you would have been dead."

That's right! I went to a party last night! Sam opened her eyes wide in realization, but couldn't remember much about the party, except for that she hadn't wanted to go, and that she'd had a beer to relieve her stress. Oh, God. She became panicked and looked to the two boys for answers.

"What happened at that party?" Sam's shaky voice echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen.

Tucked sighed, not wanting to tell her the disastrous incident at Paulina's. But she's figure it out sooner or later. "Well…"

Flashback

After downing 3 beers and half a bottle of vodka, Sam was having trouble processing a coherent thought. But she didn't have horrible visions of embarrassment and discomfort when she saw the dance floor this time. In fact, she ran right on to it and began to cut the figurative rug, not caring about other people's opinions for once.

She began to sway her hips to the music as rhythmically as a completely wasted person could. Various men and women came up to her, momentarily dancing with her. Sam couldn't remember when she'd last felt this confident. She also couldn't remember when she'd felt this hungry. Traveling over to the snack table, her eyes drunk in the sight of the many delicious foods, landing on a food she suddenly had a craving for: apples and caramel. She picked up a slice of the fruit, and dipped it in the sweet, sticky condiment. As she enjoyed the snack, she suddenly had an idea that she'd seen on TV before.

Tucker couldn't have been happier. Some ladies had found his pathetic attempts at picking up girls cute, and were currently surrounding him, listening to him and giggling. Through the cloud of attractive women, Tucker spotted a huge crowd gathering around the snack table. He shrugged, figuring everyone suddenly got really hungry. But as he turned back to the ladies, his eyes caught on a figure sliding on the table. Reluctantly pulling himself away from the crowd of beauties, Tucker's eyes widened as he realized that the figure was Sam. She had ditched her shirt and covered her stomach and arms in caramel. People were taking apples and scooping the caramel off her body to eat. Tucker was thankful that she still had a bra on then ran to get Danny. It was time to go home.

However, Danny was already over there, wincing at the sight, and ready to grab Sam off the table. She was obviously drunk. He saw Tucker coming towards him, and they both inched their way through the crowd. Luckily, they'd got the just in time. Sam had discarded her bra, but Danny's quick thinking kept the crowd from seeing anything. He pulled his shirt over her head, and then hauled her off the table with the help of Tucker. Sam squirmed and yelled, wanting to be the center of attention again, but her two friends ignored her and carried her home, ignoring her and the audience's cries of anger.

End Flashback

By the end of Tucker's retelling, Sam's face was in her hands, tears clouding her eyes. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit! I am so dumb! Why did I even drink the stupid stuff? What is everyone going to think at school tomorrow? Well, I sure did a great job of messing up my first day as a sophomore!" her muffled sobs really upset her two friends. Sam hardly ever cried.

Danny got up and walked over to Sam, placing a consoling hand on her back. He didn't say anything though, because he knew the kids at school were going to remember her act. Well, he thought, it probably can't get worse.

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There's the third chapter. Sorry it took so long, for -the four or five of you who were actually reading this. Writer's block. I'll post the last chapter soon (maybe).