Incidental
Exams
SAM
I awake with a pair of arms tangled in my own limbs. I look over seeing Harry asleep, mouth slightly agape producing a small snore. Instantly, panic spreads across me until I noticed I'm still clothed. I try to escape my armed guard gently, trying hard not to wake H. I succeed and run off to the bathroom feeling my stomach churn.
"Oh that is not good." I curse and heave into the toilet. "So not good."
I rest myself on the floor, steadying my breathing. A few minutes pass before I feel well enough to exit the bathroom. I crawl back into bed, keeping a safe distance between Harry and I. I don't remember what happened last night and that alone is enough to make me nauseous.
Harry grumbles beside me moving for some sort of warmth. I hear him suck in a sharp breath as if the harsh realization of us in bed together hits him in the gut.
"Good morning." He yawns.
"I wish I could say it's good."
"Sick?" He asks stretching his arms out above his head.
"Yeah." I groan. "Um, what ha-"
"Nothing happened between us. You didn't want me to leave you alone, so I stayed."
"Oh thank god." I hum to myself.
"Jezzus Sam. What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Not you. Me." I sigh. "I tend to get a little out of control when I drink."
He laughs. "Nah, you were fine. Just let some dude paint all over your chest."
"What?" I zip.
"Don't worry. I took care of it. But there might pink paint all over the bathroom sink."
I sigh in relief. "It was actual paint?"
"Yeah, what were you thinking? Sam! Come on."
"Well, I didn't know!"
"Gross." Harry laughs tossing a pillow at me. "Plus, I would never let that happen."
"Thank you." I smile. "But if you'll excuse me, the bathroom is calling my name."
"Run!" Harry calls after me.
I spend the rest of my day planned around when my stomach says it is time to exile the nonexistent contents of it. Harry pokes fun at me but turns out to be rather a handful of help.
"No more parties for me. At least not for awhile." I confess returning from the bathroom.
"I don't know, Sam. Usually when you get sick from drinking it's only once or twice. This seems like something else. Maybe food poisoning?"
"Maybe." I say holding my stomach. "But I don't remember eating anything."
"To be fair, I don't think you remember any of last night." He groans.
"What was what groan for?"
"Because you kissed me."
"I what?" I stop.
"It was innocent really."
"Wait Harry, I kissed you?" I ask a bit too loudly.
"Yes Sam. You put your lips to mine. Would you like me to show you?"
I glare at him. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing."
"Oh ouch." He says sucking the air through his teeth. "Thanks, don't worry it wasn't that good for me either."
I watch him get up off the couch and storm past me, shaking his head. His door slams leaving me to jump in spook. I look around the room in shock.
"What the hell was that?" I say out loud.
I sigh and walks towards Harry's room hearing the television sounding loudly.
"Nice." I knock harshly hoping to gather his attention.
"Go away Sam, I don't want to bother over it."
"Can we talk, please?" I ask through the door.
"I said I don't want to bother!" He shouts.
I open his door with authority, stalking into his room. His face is full of shock and disbelief.
"Stop being a god damn baby and talk to me!" I demand.
He closes his mouth before scowling and turning off the television. "Fine, lets fucking talk." He shouts.
"Let's!" I shout back.
"Let's talk about the nightmares you are having, or how you randomly call me Cade throughout the day, or about how you got so depressingly drunk last night that you put yourself in danger!" He points. "Let's talk about that!" He is full on yelling now and I'm left speechless.
I fumble over myself, back pedaling towards the door.
He laughs. "That's exactly what I thought. You can't because you fucking won't. Get out, Sam." He snarls.
I turn quickly and rush out of his room. The sad realization spreads over me and I'm left heaving again in the bathroom. I wasn't ready to let go of Cade but I never once realized I had been calling Harry by Cade's name. Tears erupt from my eyes and I spend the rest of the night in pain on the cold bathroom floor.
Harry and I spend the next couple weeks coexisting as finals weeks hits us head on. I spend a lot of time at the library studying for the large history exam Mr. Watson has informed us of. "Hey chicken!" Blair pops in.
"Chicken?" I laugh.
"Yeah." She shrugs. "I had to make you laugh, you looked way to serious."
"Sorry." I frown. "This history final looks like a killer."
"I'd say." She grumps. "So, um question." She asks quickly, changing the direction of the conversation.
"Yeah?"
"Is Harry uh seeing anyone?" She spaces.
I laugh. "Surprisingly no."
She smiles widely looking down at her notebook.
"Why Blair?" I ask accusingly.
"No reason." She smiles again.
"Blair." I whine.
"Oh! Ok! We started talking but Harry said we should keep to ourselves because he didn't want you to get upset."
I sit there stunned. Did Blair just say her and Harry were talking?
"Sam? Are you ok with it?"
"Oh uh, yeah. For sure. Go for it. But uh, why did you ask me if he is seeing anyone?"
"To make sure he wasn't two-timing me." She peps.
"Oh, right." I nod.
She smiles again looking at her phone before gathering her stuff. "Well, I've got to get going. Harry and I are going to Malone's Pub. There's a live band, no cover charge. You should come!"
"Oh no, I can't. I've got this final to study for but thanks for the invite."
She smiles. "Alright Sam! Don't wait up for Harry."
"Yeah, I won't." I wave before putting my nose back into my notes.
I finally venture out of the library around 10 and stop by a corner mart for some crap food. The looming Blair and Harry relationship was ripping me up inside and I couldn't figure out why. The walk back to the apartment was illuminated by the city life making for a peaceful walk. I step into my space welcomed with complete darkness.
"Right, late night for H." I mumble to myself.
I check the mail venturing further into the apartment. My initial thought that I was alone is immediately proven wrong as I hear whispered giggles and hushes from the hallway. I roll my eyes and make enough noise on my way to my room to let Harry and Blair know I'm home. I close my door harshly and fall onto my bed. I throw in my headphones for my own safety and fall asleep to the sounds of the Lumineers in my day clothes.
I awake with a pair of arms tangled in my own limbs. I look over seeing Harry asleep, mouth slightly agape producing a small snore. Instantly, panic spreads across me until I noticed I'm still clothed. I try to escape my armed guard gently, trying hard not to wake H. I succeed and run off to the bathroom feeling my stomach churn.
"Oh that is not good." I curse and heave into the toilet. "So not good."
I rest myself on the floor, steadying my breathing. A few minutes pass before I feel well enough to exit the bathroom. I crawl back into bed, keeping a safe distance between Harry and I. I don't remember what happened last night and that alone is enough to make me nauseous.
Harry grumbles beside me moving for some sort of warmth. I hear him suck in a sharp breath as if the harsh realization of us in bed together hits him in the gut.
"Good morning." He yawns.
"I wish I could say it's good."
"Sick?" He asks stretching his arms out above his head.
"Yeah." I groan. "Um, what ha-"
"Nothing happened between us. You didn't want me to leave you alone, so I stayed."
"Oh thank god." I hum to myself.
"Jezzus Sam. What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Not you. Me." I sigh. "I tend to get a little out of control when I drink."
He laughs. "Nah, you were fine. Just let some dude paint all over your chest."
"What?" I zip.
"Don't worry. I took care of it. But there might pink paint all over the bathroom sink."
I sigh in relief. "It was actual paint?"
"Yeah, what were you thinking? Sam! Come on."
"Well, I didn't know!"
"Gross." Harry laughs tossing a pillow at me. "Plus, I would never let that happen."
"Thank you." I smile. "But if you'll excuse me, the bathroom is calling my name."
"Run!" Harry calls after me.
I spend the rest of my day planned around when my stomach says it is time to exile the nonexistent contents of it. Harry pokes fun at me but turns out to be rather a handful of help.
"No more parties for me. At least not for awhile." I confess returning from the bathroom.
"I don't know, Sam. Usually when you get sick from drinking it's only once or twice. This seems like something else. Maybe food poisoning?"
"Maybe." I say holding my stomach. "But I don't remember eating anything."
"To be fair, I don't think you remember any of last night." He groans.
"What was what groan for?"
"Because you kissed me."
"I what?" I stop.
"It was innocent really."
"Wait Harry, I kissed you?" I ask a bit too loudly.
"Yes Sam. You put your lips to mine. Would you like me to show you?"
I glare at him. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing."
"Oh ouch." He says sucking the air through his teeth. "Thanks, don't worry it wasn't that good for me either."
I watch him get up off the couch and storm past me, shaking his head. His door slams leaving me to jump in spook. I look around the room in shock.
"What the hell was that?" I say out loud.
I sigh and walks towards Harry's room hearing the television sounding loudly.
"Nice." I knock harshly hoping to gather his attention.
"Go away Sam, I don't want to bother over it."
"Can we talk, please?" I ask through the door.
"I said I don't want to bother!" He shouts.
I open his door with authority, stalking into his room. His face is full of shock and disbelief.
"Stop being a god damn baby and talk to me!" I demand.
He closes his mouth before scowling and turning off the television. "Fine, lets fucking talk." He shouts.
"Let's!" I shout back.
"Let's talk about the nightmares you are having, or how you randomly call me Cade throughout the day, or about how you got so depressingly drunk last night that you put yourself in danger!" He points. "Let's talk about that!" He is full on yelling now and I'm left speechless.
I fumble over myself, back pedaling towards the door.
He laughs. "That's exactly what I thought. You can't because you fucking won't. Get out, Sam." He snarls.
I turn quickly and rush out of his room. The sad realization spreads over me and I'm left heaving again in the bathroom. I wasn't ready to let go of Cade but I never once realized I had been calling Harry by Cade's name. Tears erupt from my eyes and I spend the rest of the night in pain on the cold bathroom floor.
Harry and I spend the next couple weeks coexisting as finals weeks hits us head on. I spend a lot of time at the library studying for the large history exam Mr. Watson has informed us of. "Hey chicken!" Blair pops in.
"Chicken?" I laugh.
"Yeah." She shrugs. "I had to make you laugh, you looked way to serious."
"Sorry." I frown. "This history final looks like a killer."
"I'd say." She grumps. "So, um question." She asks quickly, changing the direction of the conversation.
"Yeah?"
"Is Harry uh seeing anyone?" She spaces.
I laugh. "Surprisingly no."
She smiles widely looking down at her notebook.
"Why Blair?" I ask accusingly.
"No reason." She smiles again.
"Blair." I whine.
"Oh! Ok! We started talking but Harry said we should keep to ourselves because he didn't want you to get upset."
I sit there stunned. Did Blair just say her and Harry were talking?
"Sam? Are you ok with it?"
"Oh uh, yeah. For sure. Go for it. But uh, why did you ask me if he is seeing anyone?"
"To make sure he wasn't two-timing me." She peps.
"Oh, right." I nod.
She smiles again looking at her phone before gathering her stuff. "Well, I've got to get going. Harry and I are going to Malone's Pub. There's a live band, no cover charge. You should come!"
"Oh no, I can't. I've got this final to study for but thanks for the invite."
She smiles. "Alright Sam! Don't wait up for Harry."
"Yeah, I won't." I wave before putting my nose back into my notes.
I finally venture out of the library around 10 and stop by a corner mart for some crap food. The looming Blair and Harry relationship was ripping me up inside and I couldn't figure out why. The walk back to the apartment was illuminated by the city life making for a peaceful walk. I step into my space welcomed with complete darkness.
"Right, late night for H." I mumble to myself.
I check the mail venturing further into the apartment. My initial thought that I was alone is immediately proven wrong as I hear whispered giggles and hushes from the hallway. I roll my eyes and make enough noise on my way to my room to let Harry and Blair know I'm home. I close my door harshly and fall onto my bed. I throw in my headphones for my own safety and fall asleep to the sounds of the Lumineers in my day clothes.
Notes
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What?!! Harry and BLAIR?
Sam is going through a lot right now, and I don't think she knows how to handle it all!
I hope you all are liking the story. Some days it is just really hard to bust through that writer's block! Things are really about to get interesting though, so stick with me!!
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