The basketball diaries - Leonardo DiCaprio fanfic

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Being friends with Aliyah apparently means having to show up to get-togethers which pretty much are like parties without the whole "fun part". Everything that happens is that you sit down in a room with a bunch of people who are completely zoned out. On tables there are sodas, beers, cocaine, acid and worst of all; works. Works are all the different tools you need to get yourself high on heroine.

"Why can't we do something else?" I squeak to Aliyah as we walk into the somber apartment on West 207th street. There are all types of characters in the room whom I don't want anything to do with.

"No, stop being such a wimp." Aliyah groans and pushes me in front of her and into a living room. Her whole gang of eight people are there and that includes Jim.

My stomach tingles at the sight of him and suddenly there is nowhere I want to be more than at this wonderful place. I try to meet his gaze, but even though he must be noticing my presence he doesn't give me a single glance.

I take a seat in one of the sofas and in less than a second the rest of the people who are sitting there jump up as if I'm some type of disease. Excuse me? What's their problem?

"Want one?" Aliyah asks and holds her hand out for me. In her palm is a small white pill.

"What is that?" I ask.

"An up. It'll make you feel so fucking good." she smirks. 

Then, ladies and gentlemen, I make the biggest mistake of my life. I take the pill and just throw it into my mouth before I've even put any thoughts into it. With a proud smile (that only lasts for a few seconds) I look over at Jim. He's talking to a girl who is ten times hotter than me. I bet they've already engaged each other!

"How do you feel?" Aliyah asks after I don't know how much time has passed.

"Gooooood'". I say with a foolish, wide smile. A typical druggie-smile I would assume. 

Facts are that I really do feel good. The apartment has filled up with a crowd of people and there is music playing so loud that I'm sure the floor is shaking from underneath me.

After a while I can't sit still anymore so I decide it's probably a good idea to have a little jog through the different rooms and corridors. An urge hits me that I really, really have to find Jim. I don't know why but at the moment it's so obvious for me. So I start searching for him and luckily I find him alone, just walking out from a bathroom.

"Hey, Jim." I cheer in a voice I can't recognize.

Jim nods his head at me, pulling his hands into his jeans' pockets.

"Do you wanna' hang out?... During this little party I mean." I slur. Jim raises his brows without giving me some sort of answer. 

I giggle nervously. "...there are just so many people here. You never know what could happen..."

"Uh. Yeah. Well, I don't think so." he states in pure nonchalance before turning on his converse-heels and walking away.

My jaw goes completely slack and I blink slowly; maybe this is all a dream? No, it's not a dream. Jim just ditched me. Wasn't it pretty obvious that he liked me the other day? What has suddenly made him change his mind about me? 

That pill must really be messing up my head because the sadness over Jim turns into anger. If he doesn't want me, not even as a "fling", then it's his loss. I can easily find someone else!

"Hey there. It's Laura, right?" 

Well, seems like the boys are already standing in line!

"Yes, that's me." I chirp with a big, goofy smile.

"You look a little bit drunk, huh? Not a very clever girl..." the unfamiliar boy puts his finger onto my head and taps it over and over again against my skull. "Is there anything left in there?" he grins.

"Y-yes, of course there is." I sludder which makes him laugh right in my face.

"A typical blondie, huh? I bet you wouldn't say no to following me to a room, huh?" he smirks.

I don't really remember what I answer but I must have said yes because in a matter of minutes I'm in a big bedroom. The blinds are shut and I can barely see where I put my feet.

"Come here, little sweetie." the boy says with a somewhat wicked smile. I automatically obey but before I get to reach him a wave of dizziness flows over my body. I start swinging from side to side. Shit, I don't have much time left, do I? 

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My eyes flutter open to a dark, way too warm room. I'm laying on the soft surface of a bed and when I run my hands over myself I realize my dress is pulled up to my waist. Holy shit. No.

I stand up with a painful grunt and put my hand to my throbbing head. Light which seeps through under the closed door catches my attention and I start to stagger myself towards it. What has happened? Why was I laying in the bed with my dress barely on? Where is that guy who took me here? Did he- did he rape me?

I have to swallow back vomit as I make my way out the door and through one of the corridors. Tears are burning behind my eyes and I can no longer hold in the sobs anymore. I have to get as far away from here as possible. Now.

A familiar figure appears in my sight and I freeze in the middle of a step. Right in front of me is Jim. With eyes wide open I try to hurry past him but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back.

"What's up?"

His voice makes my knees go weak. Why wasn't he or any of the rest of my so called "friends" by my side this night? Where was he?!

With a sob I try to get myself free from his grip.

"Laura, what the fuck?" he hisses with furrowed brows. "What's going on?" His blue eyes are still examining my face. With a fast movement I snatch myself free and run towards the front door of the apartment.

I just need to get home! It doesn't matter if I get killed on the way. I'm never going to a party ever again!

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