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Being carried by JJ Maybank was not the way August thought her night would end. But here she was swept away in the boy's arms. Not that the girl was coherent enough to tell where she was anyways.
All she felt was the familiar scent of stale weed and a steady ache in her cheek. August's eyes fluttered slightly and saw the blond hair boy smirking in front of her.
"Aw there you are princess, finally awake I see," JJ muttered staring at the girl with a strange look on his fave.
concern, admiration, anger
August couldn't define what she saw but whatever the look was it puzzled her. Not that it mattered much anyhow she had much more important matters to be concerned about.
The wave of exhaustion hitting her prevented her from thinking too much about the social suicide she just committed. Though still a feeling of dread for checking social media tomorrow hit her like a train. August ignored her thoughts and felt her eyes close with one last blink and with that she was gone.
August used to be the kind of girl who swore off alcohol and drugs. Pretty girls weren't druggies and she certainly did not want to get that sort of reputation. Perhaps younger her would be disappointed.
Wide smiles and happy days replaced with bad habits and too tight dresses. The beat of the same songs playing every weekend and the scent of her strawberry lipgloss filling her senses.
So yeah fourteen-year-old her would be startled to learn that her GPA isn't as high as she would like and she was "dating" Rafe. It was Rafe fucking Cameron for fuck's sake.
The same guy who had always given her the creeps and the same guy she used to hide in her bedroom from. That didn't even matter anymore because he got her high.
She hated every moment with him. The way he would stare at her like a predator looking at pray. The slicked-back hair and polo shirts hiding his true nature. She was a rag doll to him nothing more, some fancy arm candy he could fuck and toss to the side.
The worst part of it is sometimes she didn't even care. She knew she was worth more and she knew anyone with any sort of brain capacity shouldn't be within 300 feet of the man. None of that mattered though he was a mutual agreement. At least that is what she used to reason with herself. Whatever the agreement was it was over. Nothing could patch up the shit show of a night they both just had
Memories from the night flashed in her unconscious mind. Dancing and yelling, and drinking and holly shit she got in a fight.
Now August and her pearl earrings and silk sheets shouldn't be the kind of girl to get into a fight. Although, to be fair what was she supposed to do?
Being classy and effortlessly gorgeous was something she strived herself for but she also wasn't about to look like a pushover. An important message rang through the party that night, August Harvey was a force to be feared.
