Chapter 2: The Girl Who Took the Drink
"Four!"
I turned to my back and saw Han and the rest of her shitty friends approaching me with their filthy hands over their drug-filled pockets walking and acting as if they were cool – but they're really not, at least from the perspective of someone like me who thinks that cool is when you have fucking superpowers like 'Superman'. They're all a piece of shit like how our lives unfortunately turned into.
"You made it! I have coke here. You want?"
I took a cup from the guy that was passing by and drank it before I get sober again. I let out a satisfied sigh as the cherry taste of vodka lingers through my senses. "Take it yourself. You look like you need it more than I do." I replied to Han who was smiling by herself like the high person she really was right now.
"I'm so sober! I need more like, right now!"
You've already had enough. I said to myself, glaring at Han before she stumbled in the counter like a drunken old woman with no spouse to lean on. At this point, I just wondered why the odds were making my life more miserable than it already is. My life is more messed up than it should have been and it's getting more messed up the day I met this fucked up woman.
Han suddenly wrapped her arms around me. "You're not bailing on the party tomorrow right?"
Fuck. I choked trying to free myself from her oddly strong grip.
She looked at me with her eyes squinted. "You and you're little pussy!" She removed her grip from my neck and slapped me in the back hard enough to actually feel it. "It's the comeback party for starting another hella school year! You have to be there! You always are for the past six years! It's your reputation now! Wild party girl, fucking Forest Laken Young!" At that, she danced like an old lady trying to seduce a man she can't really have.
Some reputation.
"You said this is the last time you're dragging me to a stupid party," I gave Han a frustrated glare, resting my arms over my waist.
Han grinned playfully. "You know I don't mean all those shit."
I rolled my eyes in disbelief.
"Come on! Everyone will be there! All the good shit as well,"
"The more reason why I shouldn't be at a fucking party wasting my Goddamn time for some shit party by an equally shitty person!" I yelled back at her and her friends didn't look too happy about it. I didn't give a fuck about what they think anyway. They can talk shit about my ass for I care. I can easily break their bones if I wanted to – I just don't.
She suddenly lifted up her hands and slapped me by the back of my head. "Stop being granny pants with diaper and just come, will ya?!"
"What the fuck is that for?!" I exclaimed and she just laughed like I just cracked up some joke or something. One thing was for sure, I wanted my fist landing over her cheeks this instant. Maybe she can wake up from her dreams if I did.
"There's going to be some scag there, you know what I mean?" She wiggled her eyebrows and shoulders simultaneously like an idiot and I swear, I could buy me some ticket and popcorn to watch this all day and just laugh so hard without feeling guilty about it. "You better walk and come with me tomorrow or I'm dragging you there with me by force." She crossed her arms and smirked at me like the usual asshole she was. "You've had it before and I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen again."
"Fuck you."
"I love you too." She patted my head. "Besides," She suddenly leaned closer to my ear and whispered. "I heard Gavin will be there this time." I jerked her face away from me with a scowl. "Still looking salty, I see."
"Run before I catch up and strangle you to death. I swear to God, Han. I'm giving you this chance to save your rotten life."
She turned her back with a smug look on her face and left with her gang, yelling 'see ya' before she was finally out of my sight. Well this is a great way to end vacation. Wasted, watching college kids ruin their lives for the things they practically decided upon themselves.
The next morning, my head felt everything but sanity. My head felt so heavy I could barely walk with my two feet. Fuck. I fixed my bag as I walked by the silent hallway of lockers. Everyone's probably in their own rooms now being the diligent students they truly are not.
I had to drag my fat ass to get there and sleep anyway. Stupid school. If it weren't for stupid papers with numbers on them, I wouldn't be even forcing myself to sit back in the classroom and fucking learn about things we can all read in a library. I should be out in the real world earning gold but here I am, wasting all the time I have listening to garbage. Fuck school and whoever invented school and studying.
Walking to my class unwillingly is like attending physical education class without physical education class uniform. I don't even get why I get to take this class without my uniform. They must pity me to this extent. "Incoming!"
My brain cells clenched tighter. My head felt heavier than it did this morning. I gritted my teeth before I turned around seeing a bunch of sluts laughing at my direction. These bitches clearly aren't aware of what they just did. I bent down to pick up the ball with a smile and flexed my arms before throwing the ball at their direction.
"Oh my God, Denisse!" The two girls squealed the moment their friend passes out. "How dare you do this to her!"
I frowned and glared at them, crossing my arms in frustration. "Serves her right?"
A whistle suddenly immersed over the field. Our teacher ran over to where we were and exclaimed, "What the hell is happening here?!"
"She happened." I walked away from the field to the bleachers to grab my bag and left the class for good. I wasn't planning to attend anyway. This is just fucking ridiculous.
****
"Ms. Young!"
The loud words caught my attention as I lazily opened back my eyes. I rolled them before looking back up only to be welcomed by the fucking bright light from the window. Well, that fucking hurts. I turned to look for my teacher and saw her by the door with a different teacher.
"The principal wants to speak with you."
Of course it's the fucking principal.
"Now,"
Fuck.
Whatever I did this time is probably going to be the reason why I'm getting kicked out of this school now. I've been warned many times. I've been sent to the office multiple times. I've been scolded for the same reasons over and over and still, the teachers are dumber than I thought. They still let me stay despite my misbehavior. Well maybe they're just doing their jobs to get every student to graduate and become teachers like them but I don't intend to be one of them. I'd rather mop floor if anything.
When we reached the dean's office, I wasn't surprised by the stressed, angry look of the old hag in front of me. He and I both fucking know by now that this won't be the last time we're meeting or maybe it is if they finally let me out of this school without trying too hard. They just can't stick it up to their heads that I'm never gonna like school even if they try to electrocute me day after day. Ms. Young. Sit."
I do as he said. My knees were trembling after all. I was too tired from dumb P.E class.
"Ms. Hammington, from your P.E class reported that you hit her with a ball."
I frowned, crossing my arms in disbelief. "That bitch hit me first! What do you expect me to do? Let her get away with what she did? Fuck no! I didn't even hit her that hard! She's just being the bitch she is and acting all victi—"
"Nonetheless, you hit her and resulted blood. Now I see you not even with a single bruise and you expect me to believe that you didn't hit her hard? Don't you think that's too hard to believe, Ms. Young?"
I scoffed, leaning my back against the chair in disbelief. "So why am I still here if you already had the conclusions yourself, Mr—" I looked at his desk name plate before looking back at him. "Mr. Roberts." I can't fucking believe that favoritism is still a thing. Fucking unbelievable. This baldy, that bitch, this fucking school – everything's a fucking nightmare.
"I'm not—" He tried to defend but he sighed instead. "The parents are very mad. They want compensation for the damage you've cost her face." He stared at me with his brows arched up to the end of his hella small forehead.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Compensation for the damage I've cost her face?! It wasn't even that big! It could heal in a fucking hour!" I slammed my fist over his desk in frustration.
"Why don't you go to the hospital, visit her and apologize? They might take that as compensation if you would just—"
"Are you hearing yourself, Mr. Roberts? Fucking apologize for something I'm not responsible of?" This smurf actually wants me to say fucking sorry to that bitch when she basically hit me first? No fucking way.
"Okay then, Ms. Young. Do you have the money to pay for her hospital bills? Last time I checked, you can't even afford your own tuition fees, you lunch meals, your dorm rooms, your graffiti mess in buildings. I could go on and on, Ms. Young."
"WHAT?" Is this man actually fucking serious? "You're not even sure if the blood really came from my hit! For all we know, she might have banged her fucking face over the mirror herself to make it look like she got it from the hit I gave her!"
"It's either you go there and explain yourself, and say sorry or you pay for the bills for her hospitalization."
I gritted my teeth and stood, glaring at the man I was supposed to respect. "I will never lower my pride for something the society failed to judge. I'm out of here and you can't make me otherwise." Without much of hesitation, I walked out of his office, banging my boots over the floor heavily. The man didn't even stop me because he probably knew I wouldn't listen to him anyway and thank God I wouldn't have to deal with my classes today thanks to this shit hole.
****
"This is a shitty party."
Han turned to me with a disapproving glare as she finished up her drink. "Then why the fuck are you still here. Go the fuck home and not ruin everyone's night, Four!"
"You fucking forced me to come here and you're telling me to fucking leave?"
She grinned. She's fucking drunk and she even had just one vodka! I don't even have to think twice because I'm sure she's already fucking drunk and high of whatever they made her take in. "Tell you what," she suddenly wrapped her stinking ass arms around my shoulder and points at a corner. "Why don't you go have fun with those loners and tell me all about it tomorrow? I'm sure that'll be very interesting." She wasn't even pointing at something. She was pointing at a fucking dump. "I'll just see you tomorrow, eh? Bye!"
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath as I make my way through the smelly ass crowd. I smell too many scents that's making my nose scrunch up in disgust. There's liquor, perfume, deodorant, chips, sweat – it's hella nasty in here. I just don't understand how they can still put up such hyper personas in this kind of environment. I'm almost passing out here and they all, still, look like they're having the best nights of their lives.
If it weren't for fucking Han and for that fucking old baldy forcing me to apologize to that bitch, I wouldn't even be here. It's not always good to have friends by your side when all they do is party. I do like parties (don't get me wrong). Tonight's just not my night and I'm not feeling the energy to party like an animal like everyone else is.
"Four?"
Oh shit.
"Four, hey!"
"Gavin." Fucking Gavin.
"It's been a long time huh?"
No shit Sherlock. "Ha ha," I laughed sarcastically.
"You still banging on some strippers or something?"
I squinted my eyes at him. He better take that back. "What did you just say?"
This dick better shut his mouth before I pull his precious teeth out but he didn't fucking shut up, he leaned closer to me and he suddenly gropes my thighs. My eyes widened at him. "What do you say we go for a r— WHAT THE F— Are you kidding me?!" He glared at me but I keep a calm collected face. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" He repeats making me smirk wider.
"Sorry," I glared at him after pouring my drink to his face. "My hands. They have a bad habit of slipping when they sense fucktards and shitheads like you."
His eyes screamed shame. "You fucking bi—"
"Save it." I pushed him out of my way and headed to a more peaceful space. Although I doubt that there would be a more peaceful place in this house, everyone's having it tonight. They're all so hyper like school's not happening tomorrow. "Waste your energy on bed. You might get bad at something you're only good at."
"You bitch,"
I served one last smirk before walking away from that drama. Now where should I even be at? I guess this party's better than home - far better. I'd rather waste my time here and be bored to death than go home.
"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!" My attention diverted to that one group of people who were screaming their fucking lungs out like they were trying to wake the neighbors up on purpose and potentially getting our asses to jail. I frowned at those animals as I watched them bang their fists against the wooden floor.
"Walter?" I crossed my arms and see the latter smirking as he eyes the guy across him. The guy across him was holding a red cup and he doesn't look like he's been here – not even once. At least I haven't seen him once in here. I've never seen this guy before and he doesn't look like he could be someone like Terry nor was he someone that would be hanging out with Terry.
This kid won't be able to take whatever is in that cup judging on the look of his face. Walter's too satanic to not give this kid a horrible fucked up drink. For I know, there could be fucking ecstasy with it or some shit. I shook my head and walked towards the circle they made. I can't believe I'm about to save this kid's ass. Grabbing the red cup from the poor guy, I drink it up in one shot. This is definitely not vodka. The bitterness and sourness of it made my tongue numb and it's definitely not normal. It was tingling my fucking throat like some kind of a cracker. This is not anywhere close to fucking vodka. Whatever shit Walter put in this red cup was obviously to screw this stupid guy who, for some reason, is in a party full of people who are veterans of this type of environment. "That vodka was really strong."
Walter looked at me in amusement but I just sent him a glare before rolling my eyes in disbelief. "Still being feisty now, are you Four?" I heard him say and my blood just boils at the sound of that nickname from his voice. Everyone in the group turns their heads toward me. "Drink for me?"
I pushed the cup over Walter's chest. "Keep dreaming, Terry." At that, I marched away after giving the kid a glare – a caution to tell him that he shouldn't be here in the first place. He should have just stayed in his room and watched Detective Conan or some shit 'till midnight because he ain't fucking one of us. The kid stared back with his disgusting puppy eyes making my stomach feel more upset than it already is. The drink they gave him was indeed strong and I can feel the acid burning down my throat. I need to go home and remind myself how fucking stupid I am again.
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