***trigger warning: depressing thoughts and suicidal thoughts*** this whole chapter is not full of them I will tell you when you can skip the thoughts
Chapter Two:
"So how was family therapy?" Vanessa asks as I enter our apartment on my college's campus.
"It was fucking great." I slam the door shut. I put down my backpack and purse. I kick off my shoes and jump onto the couch. I lay face down on the couch.
I sigh and just lay there.
"Someone looks upset." Vanessa adds as she sits down in the chair beside me.
"Wow, you should go on Dr. Phil." I then flip her off.
"Wow, someone is in a mood." She adds while taking a sip of her coffee.
"I am in a mood because my parents fucking suck." I sigh.
"Yes they do. I am sorry Meg." She tries to comfort me.
"Thanks, what time do you go to your audition?" I ask changing the subject. I really don't feel like talking about my feelings. Because feelings fucking suck. I would rather just go to a party.
"I leave in ten minutes." She smiles at me.
I notice she is wearing her "audition dress" which is a strapless purple dress with a sweetheart neckline and is very form fitting.
"You look hot. You are going to do great." I smile at her.
"Thanks. I got to go, don't do anything stupid tonight."
"Okay bye." I wave bye to Vanessa as she leaves. But I am totally doing stupid things tonight. I know Vanessa doesn't agree with me having sex and getting drunk. But honestly, if she felt the way I feel, she would party and have sex to. So now it's time to get dressed for a party.
I decided to put on my "party dress" which is a short red dress with a v shaped neckline that really shows skin. You can see how big my boobs look in this dress which is the look that I am going for.
I do my makeup and put on some black high heels.
Let's go be stupid!
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I walk into a party with loud music, beer, and dancing. Perfect place for me to forget my problems. I walk over to where the drinks are and get some beer. I grab my a cup and start dancing. I look around and I don't see anyone I know here which is a great, a new guy to sleep with.
"Hey." Some guy whispers in my ear as he places his hand on my lower back.
"Hey yourself." I smile up at him. He's tall with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He's wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He's very cute but more of a jock. Usually I date nerds but honestly I am not looking for a relationship.
"I'm Drake." He smiles at me.
"I'm Megan."
"Nice to meet you Megan. Would you like to dance?"
"I would love to."
I begin to dance and he places his hands on my hips. I smile up at him and dance to the music.
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We dance for who knows how long, then I kiss him on the lips. He kisses me back. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him ever harder. I can still he likes that because he puts his hands on my butt. He kiss for a while tell he says: "Want to get a room?"
"Yes please."
We go to his room, get undressed, and have passionate sex with a guy I barely know.
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Beautiful Disaster
Teen FictionMegan is a beautiful Disaster. Megan is messing up everything. She is a freshman in college while being depressed and suicidal. She is trying her at best at trying to cope with her bipolar type one diagnosis but she isn't handling that well either...