𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐞 ; 𝘉𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 ✗

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 (1/2)

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"It's starting to feel like you only want one thing from me."
E.H.
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El
december ; wen | 5:45 pm

When I became captain earlier this year, no one warned me of how terrible our cheerleaders are, especially now that our best two girls—being Bethany Thompson and I—are sick and injured. Bethany's lucky she doesn't have to sit through this monstrosity.

Watching them 'cheer' is like watching a bunch of brainless monkeys with two left feet and no coordination perform at a circus. And somehow Mrs. Briggs expects me to turn this into a show-stopping performance for the last game of the season. I'd laugh in her face if she didn't sponsor the student body, which funds all of our outfits.

"Stop wobbling Riley! If you fall on your ass it'll only be your fault!" I yell, my voice echoing across the gym walls.

Fussing with them about minor mistakes or forgetting their new parts is only adding to the stress of it all, and to this constant pounding in my temples. My thoughts attempting to break free from my mind.

Instinctively, I grab my purse from behind me and dig until I get to the very bottom, opening the tiny plastic baggie and scooping out two tiny miracles. I didn't have a chance to take them at lunch, since I spent the entire period reorganizing this routine and being bothered by people I barely tolerate. They think I'm a completely different person than the girl in freshman year, but I remember everything. Even the parts I wish to forget.

I've only started using oxy recently, and so far it's done wonders for both my foot and my excruciating migraines. After a week of complaining about it, Hopper finally took me to a clinic. His attempt at 'being a good father'.

Anyways, the doctor just told me that I was under too much stress and to take a break, and I did, but then my foot got messed up and the work started piling up. All of that on top of finals and home made them worse. And the weak ass pain killers I was given weren't enough. I needed something stronger.

Then, I discovered an angel. Bethany was telling all of us a story at lunch one day, something I'd usually tune out of, but this was the first time dumb bitch gossip was actually useful. She used to work for Pills-boy, the school wide provider of everyones drugs. He seeks everything from pills like my oxy, to fucking anesthesia! The guy is literally a god and once I found out about him, I became a weekly regular for his services.

Other than buying from him, we've all been trying to solve the mystery of who he actually is, which is something the cops can't even do. Since Hop's a sheriff, I overhear classified information all the time, and they think he's a premed student, but I think he's hiding in the school halls somewhere. Probably just a regular dude who has to worry about high school shit like rest of us.

The only downside to having an anonymous drug dealer in town is that police are around all the time, and I'm starting to feel a little paranoid. Sometimes, I can even feel his presence lingering over my shoulder or hear his voice whispering in my ear. Coming back just to fuck with my head.

Suddenly, my purse starts to vibrate with the text tone reserved for only one person. I don't even have to get my phone to know what he wants, but I pull it out anyways. Using my fingerprint to unlock the device before pressing on the message.