Disclaimer: I don't own The Hangover.

Author's Note: I'm forever in your debt for still reading and reviewing and favoriting and alerting even though I haven't updated since fucking August. My excuse was basically college fucking sucks because I had virtually no time to do anything even remotely pleasurable. Thank you so much to all of you who have read my story.

Chapter 18

I walked through the front gates of Roosevelt High School keeping an eye out for Hunter. I told him to meet me outside the cafeteria at 7:45. I got to the double doors and checked my watch.

7:43 well he's not late yet. I hope he takes this well.

"Sam!" Hunter jogged towards me, "listen I wanted to apologize for what I said on the phone, I was-"

"No, Hunter, don't apologize. I don't want to hear it anymore; I can't hear it anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night's conversation made me realize I don't really like you anymore. You've shown your true colors; you're controlling, paranoid, and kind of an asshole." I paused, "actually, I take that back you aren't paranoid, it turns out you were right, I do still have feelings for Phil and I decided last night that I want to act on them. He may be a little rough around the edges but he makes me happy. That's more than you've been doing in the past few weeks. I liked you, Hunter I really did, but I don't want to do this anymore," I was ready to walk to homeroom and never look back but, Hunter grabbed my arm.

"Whatever, Sam, get back together with Phil, see if I give a shit, but don't come crawling back to me when he fucking cheats on you again!"

I gave him a small smile "I don't think he will. He won't make any of the mistakes he made the first time. He's smart. He learned from it. Bye Hunter, I hope you have a nice life, I really do," I walked back towards my classroom with a cheeky grin.

I was one of the last people to sit down in home room, but still beat Phil to class.

Phil had one foot in the door when the tardy bell rang, "technically," he said to Ms. Templeton was about ready to pull out the detention slips, "I'm not late. The Student Handbook clearly states one has to be outside the classroom to be marked tardy."

Ms. Templeton replied, "you're pushing it Wenneck," but didn't pick up the slips.

"Is it really that difficult for you to show up to class on time?" I asked as he slid into the seat next to mine.

"Hey, I wasn't late, the Handbook clearly states - " I cut him off, "yeah, yeah, I've heard."

I was just about to bring up last night when when Phil spoke first, "I think I'm gonna study for the Gov final by myself tonight, less distractions. Is that…cool?"

I blinked taken aback, "yeah, um, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something, but I guess it can wait."

"Oh, well, how about I study 'til 5:30 and then I'll call you."

I sighed, "I can't, it's my grandpa's birthday so were taking him and my grandma out to dinner. I'll just talk to you tomorrow, it can wait."

"You sure? I don't have to study by myself."

"No, yow were right, less distractions."

Phil and I got up once the bell rang and filed out of the classroom with our peers.

Phil stopped walking and grabbed my shoulder pulling me around to face him, "wait, today we only have third and fourth period, which means you have TA all day. How is that fair at all?"

I laughed, "if you weren't such a slacker you could've been a TA, too."

Phil just shook his head and muttered, "whatever, have fun doing nothing all day."

I laughed again, "thanks, I will. Have fun with that Pre-Cal final; it's a bitch."

He flipped me off before stalking off towards the math building.

Doug slid into the passenger seat and Stu got in the back a few minutes after the dismissal bell rang.

"That fucking Physics test kicked my ass," Doug said leaning back against the headrest.

"I know, we studied a lot for it, too," Stu said while rolling down his window.

Doug turned on the radio and we sat in silence listening to the music pump through the speakers.

Stu leaned forward, "what did you put for number 88; the one about entropy inequality?"

Doug's furrowed his eyebrows, "J, I think."

"Me, too," Stu replied leaning back in his seat.

"What did you have today, Sam?" Doug asked changing the radio station.

"Four hours of TA."

"Lucky."

"No, it was terrible. All they did was take the final, so I sat in the back bored out of my fucking mind."

Stu spoke up, "still, that's better than Physics and English tests."

I smiled, "true. So, where do you guys want to go to lunch?"

Four and half hours later Doug and I watched Stu and Mrs. Price pull out of our driveway and drive off.

Mom and dad finally got home so we could have nice - incomplete - but still nice family dinner.

After getting home from Macaroni Grill I had planned on devoting the rest of my night to studying for Economics and Government, but after dinner I was so full the only possible activity I could handle was lazily lounging on my bed.

Doug came to watch TV will me so we could have some "bonding time. He was engrossed in the plot line of Law and Order, while I was trying to figure out how to get back together with Phil. I wanted some advice so I spoke up, "I broke up with Hunter today."

Doug immediately sat up and muted the TV, "tell me everything."

"Why do you seem to turn into a fifteen year old girl whenever we discuss my love life?" I asked.

"Hmm," he thought for a bit, "I don't know. It's not like I have much going on these days."

I chuckled, "you seem to do alright."

"Whatever, what happened between you and Hunter?"

"Oh jeez, where do I start? It feels like it was so long ago. Alright, it's kind of a long story. It all started on Monday. Monday morning I picked Hunter up and he asked what I did over the weekend. I told him not much, Phil called to set up a study session for English. Hunter says 'can we please have a conversation that doesn't involve Phil,' I was just answering his question and he gets all - never mind, anyway Hunter then accuses me of still having feelings for Phil-"

Doug interrupted with a smirk, "which you do."

My eyes narrowed, "do you want to hear this or not?"

"Yes, please continue," Doug said fighting a smile.

"Anyway, so I denied feeling anything for Phil besides friendship and he just said we would talk later. We talked after school, but not much progress was really made. Monday night I realized I do still like Phil, but I also liked Hunter. I called Stu because I needed someone to talk to. Tuesday morning Hunter and I agreed we would work everything out after school."

"Right, you said you did."

"Well, we did, it just didn't last long so then Hunter went home and, "I paused remembering what happened Tuesday night after Hunter left.

"And?" Doug prompted.

Oh God, I guess I have to tell him.

"I had a craving for something salty and a massive headache, I thought it was just…period stuff," Doug looked like he suddenly got a whiff of a dead skunk, "I wasn't completely sure though so I got a home pregnancy test, to check."

Doug jumped up, "holy shit, Sam, you're pregnant?"

"No, no, calm down, I'm not pregnant."

He sighed, "good because I don't like Hunter that much."

I ignored his attempt at a joke, "anyway, the next day - yesterday - Phil and I went out to lunch while you and Stu were getting ready for Physics. While Phil was getting gas I went to CVS to pick up a pregnancy test. Hunter called yesterday afternoon. He said Wyatt Meisterman called him after Wyatt saw Phil and I and I quote, "getting pretty comfortable" at the gas station. Hunter asked if I was telling him the whole truth because I've kept things from him before. Basically, we got in another fight because of my…complicated relationship with Phil. I hung up on Hunter and needed someone to vent to so I called Phil and told him I really needed to talk to someone. He came over and freaked out when I told him I could be pregnant and made me take the test. While we were waiting for the results Phil told me about his parents' divorce."

Doug's eyes widened.

"Oh shit! I don't know if wanted to keep it a secret. Shit! Shit-"

Doug grabbed my shoulders, "Sam, it's OK, I won't mention it to him. Keep going."

I took a deep breath, "then we found out the test was negative and Phil started talking about how he doesn't think Hunter is right for me. He thinks we were are perfect for each other, but I-"

Doug shook his head," no, Sam, he's right. You guys are perfect for each other."

"You really think so?"

"Of course. I've known for years, I think everyone's known for years."

I smiled, "we were talking more about the divorce." I paused and bit my lip, "I don't know what came over me, but before I knew it I was kissing him." Doug's jaw fell slack for a second before he regained his composure. "We, um, made out for a bit and, um, then started taking off clothes." It felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my cheeks.

Doug's face wore a serious expression now, "Sam, how far did you guys go?"

I blushed even deeper, "just second base. After I felt horrible because I dumped Phil for cheating on me and I just had an intense make out session with said dumpee while I'm still in a relationship. He was very sweet, he assured me it was his fault and if anyone was a terrible person it was him. He left after he calmed me down. Last night I realized I don't want to be with Hunter anymore. I want to be with Phil. I love him, I always have." Tears started to prick my eyes.

Doug pulled me into a crushing hug.

"He loves you, too."

"I hope so."

"Well, it's getting pretty late we should probably go to bed."

"Goodnight and Doug, thanks for caring."

He smiled, "no problem. Goodnight and don't let the bed bugs bite."

The next morning I walked downstairs and was immediately greeted by Jake's barking.

"Shut up, Jake!" Phil yelled from the kitchen.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Stu and Phil sitting at the counter and Doug walking in from the garage.

"Good morning," I said pouring myself a glass of orange juice.

"Morning," they said in unison.

I pursed my lips and looked at Phil, "hey, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, but I have something for you first," Phil stood up and dug around in his backpack. He finally pulled out a box of black pens.

"I heard you were completely out of pens so being the nice guy I am I picked up a box because I knew you too good to use junk drawer pens."

I glared at him at first, but couldn't help breaking out into a smile. "Thanks for being such a nice guy," I said my tone leaning towards sarcasm.

"I don't get it," Stu said looking from Phil to me. He turned to Doug, "do you get it?" Doug shook his head.

"Inside joke," Phil said to Stu. Phil looked back to me, "so, Sam, you wanted to talk to me."

"Yeah, can we talk on the porch?"

"Sure, let me just…" he trailed off and drank the last few gulps of his coffee.

"So, what's up?" Phil asks once were on the porch.

"Uh, I have a question for you."

"OK, shoot."

"Do you…um…do you want to get back together?"

He just looked at me. His mouth opened to say something, but closed again before any words came out. He ran a hand through his hair and looked out into the street.

I could feel an awkward silence coming so I kept talking, "it's OK if you don't want to. Wednesday night made me realize just how much I miss you. I just thought you might because of all the stuff you said about us being perfect for each other and I decided we would probably still be together if it weren't for that party."

I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't stop, "it really is fine if you don't want to go out again, I don't know if there's some other girl or if you like the just being friends thing. I mean I'm just -"

"Sam, Sam, of course I want to get back together. I love you, you know that."

"Really?"

"Yes and I promise not to funk up this time."

"So," I paused, "were officially back together?"

He pulled me into a gentle kiss that awoke the butterflies in my stomach.

We broke away, "is that a yes?"

He planted a kiss on the top of my head, "you're such a dork, Sammie Lynn."

Author's Note: I re-wrote this chapter at least six times. It just didn't feel right. This final draft feels much better and I'm happy with it. Once again, I'm super duper sorry it's been so long. Let me know what you think it the mood strikes you.