𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia

18

To cheer herself up from what had happened the day before Amelia used more time on her make-up as she got ready for school. She would usually aim for something simple and natural but this time she went for something a bit different. She had on foundation and concealer as well as adding black eyeshadow onto her normally natural-looking lids.

As if it had become some sort of routine, she went over to the closet and took a hold of what must have been the fifth bottle of vodka that had been placed within it. She took up the half-empty one and took a semi huge sip before she put it back again.

Some liquid courage to get her through the day.

She then picked out her outfit which consisted of a black lace top and a pair of black mom jeans, as she went over to the mirror to view herself.

"Damn, I look hot" She grinned as she stared at her reflection. She looked like a mess, but a damn attractive one.

When she got downstairs she could find her mother sitting by the kitchen counter, as usual, accompanied by a bottle of vodka.

Amelia eyed the bottle as she started to wonder if she had noticed all the missing ones. Most likely not though considering she was too drunk half the time to even notice If she was sitting or standing.

She stopped up in front of her and as if her mother was expecting some witty comment about the drinking she shook her head in annoyance.

The annoyance on her face however disappeared as quickly as it had arrived when she noticed her taking down a glass and pouring herself a drink.

"Cheers, mom" Was all Amelia said as she raised her glass high into the air before downing it causing a shocked expression to develop on her face.

And, before her mother had a chance to utter a word, she left the kitchen and went out the front door, only taking with her a pack of gum to hide the smell of alcohol on her breath.

"Hey, Peter" She smiled happily as she got into her boyfriend's car which stood parked outside her house.

She had texted him the day before to pick her up for school. The message however held a deeper meaning for the both of them considering Amelia had told him to not pick her up the last couple of days.

Her thought process was that for things to go back to normal between Marcus and her, everything had to go back to normal. And, if she could distract herself enough with Peter, she'd forget whatever she was feeling for him.

"Hey, babe" He answered with a weaker tone as he scanned her from top to bottom, a slight look of disapproval in his eyes.

He took his left hand into hers and shut off the engine of the car with his right causing her to furrow her eyebrows as to why he didn't start driving. He whatsoever only sat there, totally unreadable.

"Look, before we head to school I have to tell you-"

"I know that you know" She blurted out as she squeezed his hand a bit panicky, not wanting the words to leave his mouth.

"You do? How?" He responded, his mouth opening slightly as his body turned more towards her.

"It doesn't matter how I know, what does is that I don't want to talk about it. Can you respect that? Please" She pleaded, knowing that Peter never gave up on things he wanted to know easily, even if he pretends to.

He sat there for a moment, hesitation written all over his face before he wiped off some of the blonde strands that had landed on his forehead and sighed, "Alright, I'll drop it"

"Thank you" She sighed in relief as he started the engine again, but a second later her heart dropped as he turned it off again.

"You aren't going to wear that are you?" He questioned as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes landing on her black lace top.

"What?" She asked timidly, she thought her top was nothing but cute.

"Here, take this," He said as he took off his football jacket, putting it around Amelia's shoulders.