Hiraeth

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"See I told you this would be fun." Gretchen exclaimed, playfully shoving my shoulder. It's a Thursday Afternoon, Gretchen persuaded me into ditching school today for the last four days, since we have met.

I don't really know how to act around Caden when I see him again at school. It's probably not even that serious. It's alright though? It's alright.

"So what school did you go to?" I ask, both of us leaning against the hotel headboard.

"I actually attended a boarding school." She said. "For troubled delinquents or whatever they called us." She rolled her eyes.

"You make it sound like it's horrible, how was it?" I ask, interested in her experience.

"The whole purpose of that school was to teach us to be good." She smirked bitterly. "But no one followed the rules, very high security though." She nods. "We basically had no freedom there, it was go to school than go to our dorms after." She closed her eyes for a second. "That didn't stop us though, we still snuck out." She bit her lip in anticipation. "And let me tell you Carter the parties there were wild."

"And I bet the people there were just as wild."

"Yup." She pops the p. "How about you? What goes on inside the halls of Montgomery Private School for only the wealthiest." She says it dramatically like its crazy news.

"Parties are insane." I animate. "Boys getting daddies drugs from there desk inside there office, girls getting mommies pills inside there kitchen cabinets."

"What do your parents do for a living?"

"My mom," I spit out, not wanting to say my moms name so she doesn't ask why I call her that."Well she owned hundreds of physical therapist offices around the country." I say owned because obviously she can't take care of her offices from prison. Luckily Gretchen didn't catch the past tense phrase. "My dad is a business man." I finish. "What do your parents do?"

"Well..." she trails off, thinking about it for a moment. "My dad is an NFL coach and my mom doesn't work." She answers simply.

"Wait wha-" I furrow my eyebrows in disbelief. "What team does your dad coach for?" I ask.

"The Vikings."

"Your dad is Chad Cook?" I exclaim loudly. She purses her lips, nodding slowly.

"Look what I brought!" She excites, changing the subject. She fiddles with something in her dress coat, slowly slipping out a clear bag with white powder inside.

"Where did you get that from?" I whisper shouted, pointing to the bag.

"Ah, ah,ah, now that is secret that can be revealed another time." She points to me, jokingly. Me just staring, wide eyed at the bag. "What?" She chuckled lightly. "Never seen a bag of coke?" She raised her eyebrows. I don't answer her still looking at the bag. "Oh my god! Have you never done coke before?"She asks in a judgmental tone.

"I did it once a couple of months ago at a party." I clarify. There's nothing wrong with not doing drugs, I mean no one should even be doing drugs, and there's nothing to be ashamed of if you haven't took some either.

"Today is your next time." She grabs a notebook from the night stand beside her, setting it down on the bed in front of us.

"No." I decline. "Last time I took that, I was fucking wrecked that night and the next morning after with zero clue on what the fuck happened."

"Are you scared Heaven?" She ask in a mocking tone.

"No, I'm not i just don't want to do it." Simple as fucking that.

"Come on!" She groans. Still firm on my decision she still decides to press further. "How about this? We only do this one time okay? One time thing."

"A one time thing?" I re ask, looking at her hesitantly.

"One time thing Hevs, promise." She seals, placing a hand on her heart.

"Okay." I say slowly. Gretchen cheers loudly, evolving m into a side hug. She steadily pours the powder on to the notebook, lining it up with a paper so it's in a straight line.

"You can go first." She points to the power. I lean down slowly, starting from the front and inhaling the powder through my nose, trailing the powder to the right, finishing the line after a moment. Tilting my head back making sure all the powder goes through my nose before leaning back up. Turning to Gretchen who had a large smile on her face.

She quickly set up another line for herself this time, doing the same action I did before her, both of us now giggling like idiots.

"Your so pretty, I wanna cry!" Gretchen whines as the both of us spin across the room, listening to music that's blasting through the speakers in our hotel room.

"Same Gretchen, same." I agree. "It's so hot in here huh?" I fan myself dramatically. "I feel like I'm in the desert and it's like one million degrees."

"I know right!" She yells.

I stop spinning around when I start to get dizzy, looking up I feel like the whole room is tilting super fast. Colors start to form in my vision, slowly I stand up. Tumbling as I do, I panickly look side by side, seeing the walls closing in together.

Why are the walls closing in on me? I'm going to get squashed! I don't want to get squashed. Feeling paralyzed when all I can do is watch everything.

From the colors changing every minute to something more and more bright. My head pounding like crazy, heart feeling like it's going to fall out of my chest and right into my hands.

The only thing I hear is the music blasting in the background. And loud voices talking from across the room. Frantically looking around and seeing Gretchen's shadow figure opening the door. Before I can make out who she's talking to, I harshly fall to the ground. Knocking every ounce of strength down and falling unconscious.