The Drug In Me Is You

Chapter One

Chapter One:

It all started when we were little. Our parents - my mom and her dad, actually - were inseperable friends since they were little. They did everything together. When the world seemed to collapse on one, the other did everything possible to clean up the damage. They always had each other's backs. (Literally. In almost every picture together, they posed like Charlie's Angels.) One being addicted to tattoos and the other to piercings, people decided and labeled them Reckless (which came in handy for their 'gang' name later, The Pretty Reckless). They seemed to have everything together. They were free in their minds and spirit. That was always something I envied.

Later, when we were born (we aren't related), their friendship traits passed down to ours. And ever since, Meghan and I have been inseperable. Unfortunately, the Reckless family trait only passed down to Meghan. I don't know why, but I've always been the friend that kept to themselves. The one who stayed at home to watch reruns of American Horror Story instead of going to watch real live horror stories at parties. The one who preferred to do homework instead of people. But little did I know, that would soon change.

My day started out as usual - brothers fighting over who got to shower first, parents rushing and yelling over the burnt breakfast, and me, laying in bed peacefully listening to the chaos. I roll over on my side, opening my eyes weakly. My eyes accept their surrounding, glancing from object to object. I pull my blanket closer to me, hiding everything from my nose and down. My phone's alarm starts to blare once I'm comfortable. An overwhelming sense of annoyance takes place in my mind. I expect it to go away once I shut it off, but it only increases when I feel a cold substance everywhere.

I sit up slowly, inhaling quietly. Giggles erupt from the other side of my bed. I automatically know who they belong to.

"Meghan," I say, in a warning tone. She giggles again when I open my eyes and turn my head. I wipe the water from my eyes. My normally curly hair is now flat, and pressed and stuck to my head. "You have three seconds to run, or I'm ripping your boobs off."

She laughs again, but then realizes what I said. Meghan yells for her Dad as she runs from my room. I chase after her, screaming random curses. She drops the bucket in an attempt to trip me, but I jump over it like a madman and continue chasing her. We run to the kitchen, where they were sitting with their breakfast.

"Father!" Meghan yells and dips behind her chair. He rolls her eyes at our child-like behavior.

"You're sixteen, Meghan. Now, sit down and eat your pancakes," Father says.

I look down at the plate of partially black crumbles. "Those are pancakes?" I ask, laughing at their failed attempt. Meghan cringes at them.

"I'm not hungry," I say. "Thanks to Meghan, I have to go blow-dry my hair."

Meghan sticks her tongue out at me.

I narrow my eyes at her.

This isn't over.

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And it wasn't. I planned to get revenge, but I realized that we would both be tortured today, considering the future events. Mr. William's - damn him - assigned Meghan and I to tutor the one and only (two and only?) Michael Clifford and Calum Hood. Apparently, they were both failing most of their classes even though Calum's mother was the beloved math teacher. Meghan had begged me not to turn down the assignment - not because she wanted to get the highest grade, but because, and I quote, "Calum Hood. The Calum Hood."

I don't blame her. Everyone knew who they were, and anyone would kill to be in our position. Lucky for them, I'd kill to get out of this position. I absolutely loathed Michael and his tattoos and his ugly eyebrow piercing and his not-attractive-at-all tongue piercing. Not to mention, I was scared of them both. Being scared of a tutoree wasn't exactly a good thing. But, my bestfriend wanted it, and it was worth a lot of my grade to help another person.

So, thanks to 'The Calum Hood' and Not-Attractive-At-All Michael, I'm sitting in the public coffee/book shop with a giddy sixteen-year-old. They were twenty minutes late already so we decided to order. I ordered my usual, a hazelnut cappichino with whipped cream, while Meghan was too excited to order anything. People started to get curious by her behavior and some glared at the interuption. I hate when people judged me publicly so I smack her hand.

"Stop it or I'm going to start calling you NutMeg," I mutter, stirring my coffee. She frowns at the name and stops bouncing her leg. I felt bad for a second, remembering her ADHD and almost apologized. Before I could, the door chimes and opens. Meghan squeals again, people groaning at us. "Sorry," I whisper to them.

"Where the fuck are they?" Someone says, rather loudly.

"I don't know, Clifford, why don't you look and find out?" Another says sarcastically.

"Don't sass me, Thomas ." Clifford says.

The two's voices seemed to come closer. "Shut the fuck up, Clifford. Just look for the pretty one."

One? Disrespectful.

Meghan almost knocks my coffee over when she rushes to fix her hair. I roll my eyes. "Calm down, beb, you look fine." She claps her hands excitedly. That seems to get their attention.

"I think that one is Maggee," Calum says, approaching us quietly. I roll my eyes and start to set up my laptop. I try to ignore the pounding in my chest as I log in. Meghan clears her throat and frowns at them. "It's Meghan," she corrects him. "Sit down so we can get started."

They sit down without saying anything - much to my suprise. "I don't know why you said there was only one pretty girl," Michael whispers. "She's pretty too."

I glare at my laptop screen.

"Okay," I say. "According to Williams, you're failing three classes; Biology, Principles Of Algebra and Geometry."

"That's why you're here, so we can teach you," Meghan says, sporting a flirty smile.

"I could teach you something," Calum says, winking at her.

Meghan widens her eyes, glancing at me for conformation. Did he just say that? My nose scrunches in disgust at his words.

"Anyway, we're going to start with Algebra, okay?" I say, opening my binder to get the folder.

"Do we have to?" Calum whines. "To be honest, there's a party at Evergood and I need to be there."

"There's a difference between need and want, Calum," I sigh, not looking up from the folder.

Suddenly, there's a loud clap. All three of us look up to the sound. It was Michael.

"Let's get started then!"

A/N: bare with me here ok. (1,154 words)
tbh my bestfriend in real life plays meghan ok
-Diamond R.M Lyons