Dare [unfinished.]

13 | UNRAVEL THE BOW

"It's okay to want me, 'cause I want you
Been thinkin' it over, but I'm through
So stop wasting all my time, messing with my mind
It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted"

- LIKE I WOULD, ZAYN

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
UNRAVEL THE BOW

SEVEN minutes in heaven. Every party has its games. Cheryl Blossom's included forcing two of their fellow peers into a closet against their will for seven long minutes, depending on how you look at it.

Veronica clutched the red solo cup that was barely drunken out of.

"Gather around," said Cheryl. "Gather around."

She didn't move her feet, but the hand tugging her along eventually dragged her over to the already forming circle.

"Come on," he said, voicing drowning out in the music. "It'll be fun."

Veronica had no choice but to oblige with a shy smile on her face.

She was sat between Tina and Josie McCoy. An odd pairing but anything could happen apparently.

She tapped her fingers against the plastic, trying to shake the nerves but ultimately failing in the end. So Veronica finally drank from the cup in her hands, it was smooth and silky with a touch of afterburn. Whisky, she presumed. It wasn't her ideal choice, but she enjoyed it on most days.

Archie stood behind the opposite couch, that jacket still hugging his arms.

The bottle was spun multiple times, people pairing off in seven minute increments, but Veronica never tore her eyes away from the enticing ginger in front of her. She craved touch, especially after the bombshell her mom had dropped on her two hours earlier.

Veronica knew that her family was fractured at the joints, but she didn't think it was this bad to the point where they were restricted from visiting.

"Stay on your path Ronnie, there are a lot of people who would do a lot to dissuade you from it."

She was right, stay on the course, stay focused. But what good was a career path if it was always cut and dry?

Veronica hadn't gone out much in the beginning of the year and here she was attending one of Cheryl Blossom's parties. Cheryl Blossom, the cheerleader, who wouldn't have even given Veronica a second glance due to her being the resident nerd and all. But things have changed these past few months.

She's changed.

Veronica has fancy dresses now, she'd ditched the glasses occassionally and was even wearing Christian Louboutins to a house party just because she could. Who's this person she's become? Who is she now?

A New York Elitist.

That's what she turned into. A New York fucking Elitist. Veronica had started to flaunt her money around and hadn't given it a second thought. Her alcohol supply that was stocked up for the past years and dwindled to a few mere bottles of both cheap and expensive alcohol.

She took in a deep breath, fingers growing anxious as she found herself wanting to leave.

Unfortunately for her, the bottle stopped right in front of her.