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"I never forgot" // Sam Evans // For @-CRIHONEY

As the final weeks of summer vacation approached, you couldn't help but still feel tense and tired from the previous school year. So much had happened, and you were only a sophomore. you joined glee club, because you love to sing, but there was so much drama, and the school workload was starting to get more and more intense, and of course it was only going to grow again this year. You knew that you needed to let loose, so when Santana put on Facebook that she was having a party, you were quick to confirm that you would be in attendance. You couldn't help but feel nervous though, because you never know who to hang out with at parties. You were hoping to hang out with Quinn, but she said that she couldn't come, and things are still kind of tense with Finn, and now Rachel since you knew about Puck being the father of Quinn's baby and didn't say anything. But hey, everyone knew, but you figured that because you were quite close to Finn, maybe you of all people should have said something. Maybe you could hang out with Kurt and Mercedes, you thought but they weren't even sure if they were going.

As you approached Santana's house, you really just wanted to turn around and walk back to the bus stop and go home before it got too dark. The music was blaring, it could be heard from streets away, and you could hear people yelling and being rowdy from the end of the driveway. But you needed this – you needed to let go of the last year and give yourself one night to have fun and not worry about anyone or anything. Soon enough, school would be back and between schoolwork, glee, and trying to still have a life, you would hardly have time to think again.

"Hey girl, how are you?" Santana greets as you make your way in through the front door. She's jokingly trying to fight off some football players who were clearly eager to get in her pants.

"Hey, I'm good. How are you?"

"Yeah, great."

"That's goo-"

"Hey, I'll talk to you later, go have a drink. There are people you'd know around the place." Santana says abruptly, before being dragged off, smiling, to go dance with the football players that were still hanging off her.

You quickly got yourself a drink and then eventually found Brittany, but she was quickly dragged off too, leaving you standing there, alone. You were just about to skull your drink, in hopes that it would boost your confidence, when a guy from the hockey team came up to you.

"Hey pretty lady." He slurs.

"Hi." you reply quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear and looking at the ground anxiously.

"Aw, don't be shy baby." He says, trying to grab your hand, which you yank away. "Hey, I don't want to hurt you, I just think you're sexy."

You try to speak but no words come out.

"Hey babe, there you are." A voice says. The guy from the hockey team tenses up as the guy whose voice it was, put his arm around you.

"What were you and my girl talking about?" He says, before mouthing to you to just roll with it.

"I was just leaving." The hockey player says, before walking away, swaying slightly from intoxication.

"I could have handled that." You say, as the guy removes his arm from around your shoulders.

"Look, not to go against feminism or whatever, but no you could not have." He replies, confidently.

"Excuse me?"

"Look," He says, "I know guys like that, and I'm sure you do too, and unfortunately sometimes it takes another guy stepping in to stop them being creepy."

"Yeah," you sigh, admitting that he had a point.

"I'm Sam by the way. Sam Evans."

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