bitches and betrayal.

Chapter 1: Drugs and Drunks

Willow sat with her arms crossed on the freezing wet log, the more she zoned out the more the music distorted and the more her "friends" became a blur. She wasn't much of a talker, she was always just there, however, her bestfriend was the complete opposite, perfect blonde. big tits, blue eyes, the boys favourite. She was currently sat cuddling into a boy while flirting with his friends and laughing at every unnecessary thing ever. I jumped from a shock as a joint was shoved in front of my face and a boy tapped my shoulder lightly, which was painful for my fragile, skinny body. "Want lasts?", he spat out. I cringed in disgust, "N-No thanks, i don't really smoke."
"Why not? At least try it or are you just frigid?"
I turned my eyes to a brown haired boy, same height as me with the lightest blue eyes i've seen.
"No, I'd just rather live longer."
"Fucking hell, alright then mate."
The most common nicknames you'll hear when being the ugly best friend is mate, bro and pal. I was getting sick of the smell of sex, vodka and weed, it lingered in my nostrils making me gag.
"Amelia, we got to go, my mam said."
"Awwwwww, please can we stay longer just lie your not gonna get in trouble." she cried out.
I sighed, it was classic. Hint: We'd usually both get in trouble unless it was so bad I had to leave myself.
I stayed longer, as the night carried on, you witnessed more horny teenagers practically shag in front of you, the drugs casually going up the classes to the point most of their jaws were swinging and more girls pass out and get took advantage of, as much as you wish you could do something, you couldn't. You barely knew half the girls here and half of them bragged about it without realising they'd been sexually assaulted. I stood up having enough, I see Amelia walk over to me, the smell of vodka and tabs erupted from her mouth as she blurted out,"Come on Wil I wanna go home i'm tiredddddd."
"Finally" I muttered to myself as we walked away from the crowd of loud, reckless teens. I kept going straight with all of Amelia's weight on me at this point, the music came more and more distant through our steps. I pulled out my phone to see missed calls from my mam, dad and amelia's mam.
"Shit" I blurted out.