Casey's POV

"And Mr. Ecko explained that I needed to know how to balance equations or I would fail the test and I just—ugh. So guess what I told him?"

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Tell me."

"I didn't choose the chemistry life, the chemistry life chose me!"

I forced a chuckle to come out my throat. I don't think she could tell it was a fake laugh and not a real one like when I was with Sammy. I missed Sammy so much. She was cheesy and sassy and outspoken and one of my best friends.

Even if she did think I was pathetic.

Because I am.

Rihanna doesn't really fill that empty void like I hoped she would. I can tell myself it was because I felt bad for her all I like, but it will not change the fact that I felt jealous that Sammy went on a date with the new kid at school and left me in the dust.

And I don't really know what happened in that room when Rihanna walked in. Maybe she did say something, but I don't think it justifies Sammy breaking her nose. I don't know where she went after she drove off last night, but I guessed Marissa's.

Rihanna finished scrubbing the paint from my walls and set the wet rag down next to a framed picture of Sammy and I. She scrutinized it for a few minutes, frowning, before laying the picture face-down. She turned around with a smile and hopped onto my bed next to me. "Casey, I wanted to thank you for being really the only person at this school to be nice to me. I know I came off as a bitch, but it was only because that's what Sammy led everyone to believe. I guess she just didn't want to share the spotlight with me."

I gave her a comforting smile and remembered why I still hung out with her. She was sweet at times and helped me clean up my room after Heather trashed it. She leaned in slowly and I blanked out. Her lips grazed mine and I pulled back quickly. Rihanna looked up at me hurt and leaned in again, this time I relented and let her press her lips to mine.

It didn't feel right.

It was empty.

And it felt like betrayal.

But Sammy didn't seem to care.

I needed to move on.

Maybe not with her sister, but…

WEEEEEE-OOOOOO WEEEEEEEE-OOOOOO WEEEEE-OOOOOOOOO

"What the frick!" Rihanna shouted.

I sighed and pulled out my phone. "That's my sister's ringtone."

"Sirens?"

"To alarm me that my ears are about to bleed." I scowled and hit the button to answer her. "What, Heather?"

"I'm about to make you feel like shit. I recorded this over and over until it was perfect. I have three percent left on my battery so watch the fucking video." She hung up and almost instantly, my phone pinged with a new text message.

I rolled my eyes and clicked on the video, determined to get this "guilt trip" over.

Understatement of the year.

Sammy was lying in a bed in a white room with scrapes and a cast and a sling, looking frustrated as fuck. "How many more times are you going to make me say this? I was a stupid twat who got drunk because things were okay in my life for once and then Rihanna ruined everything and got one of the people I care about most to turn against me. Are we done?"

The screen tilted a bit and Heather said, "Yeah."

"Good, now please fucking kill me."

Oh fuck.

In about three seconds, my coat was on and I was heading towards the door.

"Baby? Where are you going?"

I turned to face Rihanna with a curious look. "Sammy's in the hospital."

"Okay?"

"Are you…going to come?"

"Why?" she asked stupidly.

"She's your sister. I thought you wanted to be on better terms with her."

"Oh!" She instantly perked up and grabbed her sweater.

My phone pinged again and I sighed. A text from Marissa. She was definitely going to chew me out.

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What even was that? I don't have time for this shit. I grabbed Rihanna by her hand and pulled her out to the car with me.

…

"You can't come in," Heather sneered at me from in front of the curtain.

"Don't be ridiculous, Heather. I'm her friend, let me see her."

"Why?"

I pleaded now, "Heather, let me just see that she's okay."

"She's fine. Especially without you."

Rihanna walked in through the door and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which I cringed away from while she gave Heather a sickly sweet smile. "Is something wrong?"

I sighed and tried to push past Heather again. "Goddammit! I want to talk to her!"

"Well, she doesn't want to talk to you!" she snapped.

Rihanna stepped closer to Heather with an innocent look. "Sammy is my sister and I have the right to see her. Move aside, honey."

"She doesn't want to see either of you. Especially together," she ground out through her teeth.

"I'm not debating this with you anymore," I said and pushed past her to where Sammy was lying in bed staring at an oatmeal raisin in disgust before noticing I'm right there.

"Hi," she mumbled.

"Are you okay?" I asked like a freaking dumbass.

"She might have a concussion, dipshit!" Heather yelled at me. "This is your entire fault!"

Sammy waived it off with her one free hand. "It's not his fault." She looked down and fiddled with the edge of her blanket. "Why is she here?"

I sighed and sat down next to her. "I brought her. She cares about you. I care about you. You're my friend, Sammy. And I don't want this thing with Rihanna to mess it up. Do you remember when for New Years, we decided to go out on the town and just act stupid?"

She shrugged, but I could see a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Remember how we jumped into that water fountain in the middle of the park? And a cop came by and chased us away? We were dripping wet and freezing in our clothes. And then we just laid out on the grass, making up our own noises for what the fox must say."

Sammy looked up at me and sighed before rolling over in bed, her back facing me. "Casey?" she asked softly.

"Sammy?"

"Did you kiss my sister?"

"…It was just a kiss, Sammy."

"No. It wasn't. I don't want to talk if all you're going to do is take her side. You like her more and I've accepted that. Bye." I stood up and grabbed her shoulder to turn her around, not realizing that was her bad arm. "Ah, fuck! Case!"

"Dammit, Sammy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"

Rihanna came from behind me and slid her hand into mine. "It's clear Sammy has made her decision. I'm sorry, baby."

"Get out," Heather said slowly. "Both of you."

I sighed and stroked Sammy's cheek softly, leaning down to whisper, "You aren't going to get rid of me that easily. I still care about you. Even if you think I'm pathetic."

She shot up in bed, as fast as she could anyway, and stared at me. "You aren't pathetic. I would never call you pathetic."

I thought she would never call me pathetic.

I'm pretty sure she knew that was the only thing that could ever really hurt me.

That's the only thing I hear from my parents.

Ever.

I never thought Sammy would hurt me like that.

She looked at me with wide eyes and asked, "Where did you even hear that?"

A/N: THE ONLY REASON THIS IS BEING UPDATED IS BECAUSE CAM WAS LIKE ALL OVER ME FOR THIS STORY SO HERE YOU GO YOU LOVABLE CUDDLEMONSTER I HOPE THIS IS SEMI-DECENT. THIS WILL COUNT AS MY ENTRY FOR THE SKATHON FOR TOMORROWS DATE AND ILL TRY TO GET SOMETHING UP SOON

IF NO ONE REVIEWS

I WILL EAT YOU

~ImmaStartARiot