Chaos part 2
Dre’s POV
Dre was minding her own business—really, she was. Scrolling through her phone, half-listening to everyone talk, just chilling.
And then Sam happened.
The moment Adrianna introduced herself, Dre witnessed it—Sam blanked. Eyes wide, face bright red, voice cracking like a pre-teen boy.
Dre turned slowly, staring as Sam blurted out, “S-Samantha Megan Pauly!” like she was a kid introducing herself on the first day of school.
Dre’s jaw dropped.
Oh, this was GOLD.
She bit the inside of her cheek, barely containing her laughter, but when Sam screeched, “N-no, you’re really fine—REALLY, I’M FINE,” at full volume, Dre lost it.
She wheezed. Loudly.
“Oh my GOD.” Dre doubled over, shaking, as Britt raised an eyebrow beside her. “Did she just—”
“Oh, she did,” Britt confirmed, hiding a smirk.
Sam turned, glared daggers at them. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I HAVE to.” Dre wiped at her eyes, gasping for air. “Did you seriously just—introduce yourself with your full government name like you were testifying in court?”
Britt snorted. “It was… a choice.”
Sam groaned. “I panicked, okay?!”
Dre clutched her chest dramatically. “That was the worst case of gay panic I’ve ever seen.”
“I was NOT panicking—”
“You were absolutely panicking.”
Britt nodded. “I mean… you DID yell ‘REALLY, I’M FINE’ at full volume.”
Dre gasped. “OH MY GOD, YOU DID!”
Sam groaned, covering her face with both hands. “I hate it here.”
Dre grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “Oh no, bestie. You are never living this down.”
Sam peeked through her fingers just in time to see Adrianna laughing at something Abby had said across the room.
Dre smirked.
Yeah, she was gonna have fun with this one.