Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

10 - Molly, MDMA & Minds

~ Breathin' - Ariana Grande ~
(A/N I couldn't wait so thought I'd post this chapter a little early! Surprise, Heath's POV)
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Heath's POV
"Where's Prys?" Levi asks as he joins us. Maya sits across from me as always.

"Haven't seen her. You?" Maya asks. Levi shakes his head sitting down. Both Maya and Levi look at me.

"She wasn't in bio this morning. I'd just assume she slept in because of a hangover," I inform. Obviously she didn't. I pick up my backpack and throw it over my shoulder.

"Dude she's probably fine," Tag assures. But Tag doesn't know her like I do. She never used to do stuff like this.

I pick up my chicken wraps off my tray. "I'm just going to check on her. I'll see you in business," I tell him before walking away.

I make my way to Prys' dorm. As I approach her door I hear loud music. I push it open to see Prys dancing and singing around. This girl is going to be the death of me.

I walk in and close the door. "Prys what the hell are you doing?" I ask. I place down my bag and food on her desk. She lets out a scared squeal before laughing. A lot.

"Heath baby!" I hate it when she calls me that. I hate how it makes me feel when she calls me that. I don't even know why she decided to call me that. "Dance with me," she places her hands on my shoulders and begins dancing around.

I immediately noticed something different about her eyes. I grab her chin lightly forcing her to look at me. Dilated pupils. I sigh loudly and lightly push Prys off me. "Prys what did you take?" I ask. She jumps onto her bed laying on her stomach.

"Nothing special," she swings her feet behind her. I walk over to her. "What did you take?" I repeat this time slower.

She lets out a giggle rolling onto her back. "Okay you got me. Molly!" She shouts. I place my hand over her mouth.

"MDMA?" She nods. "How much?" She shrugs. "God," I mutter sitting down on the edge of her bed. I feel a pair of hands wrap over my shoulders.

A hand roams through my hair. "I missed you," she mumbles. As much as I love this, she's high. I grab her hands, taking them off me.

"You need to sober up. Are you hungry?" I ask. I didn't see her at breakfast and she didn't come to lunch. She nods and I walk back over to my desk and pick up both my Caesar salad chicken wraps. I planned on eating both since the school gives such a small portion but now one. I toss her one of mine and sit back down.

She lays down on her back as she unravels her wrap. "Sit up. You're going to choke," I tell her.

"I'm a pro at eating laying down. I'm fine," she assures.

"Fine choke." I unravel my wrap and take a bite. I look back to Prys who's about to take a bite. When she does she starts coughing. A lot. I grab her arm pulling her up before patting her back. She spits out the piece she choked on. Her eyes brim with tears.

I get up and head to my bag pulling out a plastic bottle of water. I open it and hand it to her. "Thank you," she croaks out. Her voice scratchy from choking

"Now are you going to sit up?" I ask. She nods and sits crossing her legs on her bed. I watch her as she eats quietly. The molly must be starting to wear off.

Why did she change so much? Why is she getting drunk? What does she want to forget? Why is she smoking? Taking drugs? Failing school?

All these questions roam through my mind. She said she changed and grew up. And she did. Her hair is darker, she doesn't have braces or need glasses anymore, she wears clothes more form fitting to her body. Those things consist of growing up. But she changed, changed. Uses drugs and drinks alcohol.