DETENTION // B.E

FIFTEEN

sage

"so, after we fucked for literally three fucking hours, she got all pissy, telling me to go home," i ranted to cleo as i took a sip of my drink. "like... what the fuck?! i came to her house at one in the god damn morning for her, and that's how she treats me? bullshit."

i looked down at my cup, seeing that i had drank all of the alcohol that was previously in it. "i'm not overreacting, am i?"

"no, of course not," cleo shook her head. "your reaction is completely valid. she had no right being such an asshole like that."

me and billie haven't talked since then. i ended up not going to school yesterday because i was tired as fuck.

and because i was sore as hell, but that's neither here nor there.

"i don't get it," i mumbled. "like... why did she just get all mad like that? we were fine beforehand."

i leaned back against the wall. "after i got home, i just laid in bed and stared at the ceiling for, like, an hour because i felt so... used."

"sage..." she trailed off as she frowned. she held her arms out for a hug, so i stepped into them. "fuck her, for real."

"it's whatever... i don't care anymore." i mumbled.

"you sure?" she asked as she pulled back from the hug to look at me.

"yeah." i lied.

i stepped back, and then i walked over to the counter to pour more alcohol in my cup.

"hey, you look sexy as fuck right now, so get out there and go find someone."

i looked down at my outfit; like i had told her thursday, i was dressed up like a playboy bunny.

"i don't have any pockets though," i huffed. "i have to hold my phone all night."

"but you look fly as hell." she continued to hype me up. i shrugged in response.

i'm just not feeling it tonight.

"billie's in your second block, right?" i asked after a moment.

"yeah," she answered. "she literally slept through the whole class yesterday. she looked exhausted."

"'cause she stayed up until almost five in the morning." i muttered. i took another sip of my drink. "she's so fucking— ugh."

"like i said before, you needa go out there and find someone; get your mind off of her!" she urged.

"yeah, yeah, whatever," i sighed. "text me if you need anything, and i'll come to you."

"same goes for you." she nodded.

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"woah," i slurred as i bumped into someone. "i am so sorry."

"you're all good, don't worry." the taller girl chuckled.

i looked up at her; she was easily at least 5'8. i studied her for a second. she had some fake blood on her face, and on the suit she was wearing. she also had a scar that started right above her left eye and ended a few inches below it. her left eye was completely white, while her right one was green.

she's fine as fuck.

"your eye... is that a contact in it?" my brows furrowed.

"it's unfortunately not," she rubbed at the back of her neck. "i got into an accident when i was little. it's alright though, 'cause i got a cool scar."