Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

22 - Breakfast, Blood & Bastard

~ Drugs and Money - Chase Atlantic ~
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I wake up to a loud ear bleeding scream. A body jumps onto mine. "Wake up! I missed you," I'm tackled with hugs and fake light punches.

I immediately pushed her off. "Come on Peyton. It's like seven in the morning," I yawn.

"It's 11 on Christmas morning. Get your ass up!" She shouts. I groan getting out of bed before pulling her into a hug.

"I missed you too I guess," I mumble. She laughs before slapping me across the face. My hand flies to my stinging cheek. "Um, ow! What the fuck was that for?" I ask, rubbing my cheek.

I don't hit back. Instead I head straight to my bathroom. "Drugs! Alcohol! Are you serious Prystyne. You said you'd stop," she follows me into the bathroom.

I pick up my toothbrush and squeeze toothpaste onto it. "Looks like I told everyone the same lie," I jest. I jump onto the bathroom counter and begin brushing my teeth.

"They're drug testing you today. You better come out clean," she sterns. She points a finger at me. Her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders.

An idea hits. "Hey Peyton you know I love you right?" I mumble. She looks at me with her arms crossed. "Pee in a cup for me. Pleaseeee," I beg.

She shakes her head. "Even if I could, I wouldn't. They brought a doctor over and they're drawing blood. What the hell is wrong with you. You're not hanging out with Heath, are you?" She asks.

I spit the leftover toothpaste in the sink. "Of course not. Why would I hangout with someone who broke my sister's heart," I shake my head. I look to Peyton who's reading my face for lies.

"Of course you wouldn't. Good because only bad comes from him. Now let's go," she grabs my arm dragging me out of the bathroom.

We reach the living room where two nurses are setting up their supplies. I look at Heath and we share a look. We're fucked. I haven't seen him since he left in the middle of the night. "So what kind of drugs does this test for," I ask sitting on a couch across from Heath.

Peyton sits next to me. "Ethyl alcohol, amphetamines, barbiturates, benzodiazepines, cocaine, metabolites, phencyclidine, THC, opiates, oxycodones, methadone, fentanyl and a bunch others," one of the nurses answer.

"We expect you both to come back clean. You kept your promise right?" Mom asks.

"Well I definitely won't be positive for cocaine," I joke trying to lighten the mood. Only Heath seems to crack a grin.

A butler brings out two chairs placed next to each other. "Alright we are ready. Heath, Prystyne. Take a seat," one of the nurses gestures to the chairs.

Heath and I get up and sit down in the chairs. "Ay woah! Could at least buy me dinner first," Heath exclaims looking at the size of the needle. I can't help but crack a laugh.

Penn and Peyton shoot me a look to not encourage him. "We're fucked," Heath whispers so low only I can hear him. "Extremely," I whisper back.

The nurses draw blood from our arms before doing their thing. "What no cute images on the bandaid. I like princesses you know," I mumble looking at the plain band aid.

"Alright let's let the nurses do their thing and go eat breakfast. Shall we," Lisa gets up with Ryan walking off. My parents follow along with Sam and my siblings.

"How long do results take?" I ask the nurse.

"Not long. After breakfast should be done. We work fast with new technologies," she smiles.