17 {Sam Wilk Fan Fiction}

Moving on

-End of summer, 1 day before Jenna leaves for Yale-

~Jenna's POV~

"I'm sorry, I thought I would be able to visit between tour stops," He told me and I looked down.

"How long?" I ask.

"Two months," He says and looks down also.

"It's okay, you go to college and get used to everything and I'll be back in the blink of an eye okay?" He said and I nodded.

He hugged me and my eyes started watering.

"It's okay babe," He said reassuringly and squeezed me tighter.

"We still have one more day," He finished.

"Can we just enjoy our time? I already packed everything so I don't have to be home anytime soon," I said and looked up at him and he nodded.

He leaned down and kissed me.

"It's about 6:30pm, Izzy is still having that party, want to go?" He asked me and I laughed nodding.

"There aren't going to be a lot of people right?" I asked.

"No, just the group and a few bottles of vodka," He said and laughed.

"Okay let me go change," I said as I went up to his room and grabbed a pair of jean shorts I had here and a floral tank top.

I threw on some white converse and went downstairs.

"Ready?" He asked me.

"Yup," I answered and we left and got in the car.

-

"I'm going to miss you so much!" Izzy said as she hugged me tight.

"Me too!" Marisa yelled as she ran and group hugged us.

"Let's just have fun tonight okay?" I asked and they nodded.

"I need a drink, this is too sad," Gilinsky said as he walked up and I opened my arms and he gave me a hug.

"I'm going to miss you G," I said and he laughed.

"I'll miss you too," He said and let go.

"He's mine bitch, lay off," Izzy said and we laughed.

"Where are these stupid drinks?" I ask as we walk towards Izzy's kitchen.

We all laugh.

-

I see light against my eyes and I slowly open them squinting.

I look around to see one of Izzy's guest bedrooms.

I look down and I'm naked.

I look over and see Sam passed out on the other side of the bed.

We had sex?

I don't even remember anything that happened last night.

But the red solo cups on the floor explain it all, including my pounding headache.

I see my clothes on the floor and I put them back on.

I look for my phone and find it on the floor also.

12pm.

Shit.

My flight to Yale is at three.

I should get going.

"Sam wake up!" I yell and he shoots up.