SAMANTHA’S POV

"Hey Samantha," Lucas said with a smile. I rolled my eyes in disgust, "Feeling any better?" He questioned, leaning close he reeked of alcohol as much as I did.

"What in heaven's name are you doing here Lucas?" I huffed.

He laughed and teased me, "I'm just trying to make sure you don't fall and hurt yourself. You look like you can't handle so much liquor,"

"Last time I checked, I don't remember asking you to look out for me, now if you would excuse me…" I tried to push him out of the way but he held me down, I was too tipsy to make much progress.

"Ouch, that hurts and to think I just wanted to help a friend," he smirked.

I raised my voice slightly, "I am not your friend… and I would prefer you don't help me, I do not need it,"

Lucas scoffed, he seemed determined not to let me through and I was not having any of this… not this night, "Well… maybe you're not but then let's think of it this way, I can't afford to have you hurt or anything…at least not now that my father seem to take a s