Sabrina ; The next generation

Sixty-eight

One time led to more.

It ended up being a routine for me.

Steal Oxy from Naomi at night.

Say goodnight to her.

Return to my dorm.

Wake up the next morning.

Snort a few lines of Oxy.

Meet Naomi for breakfast.

Get through a day of classes.

Repeat.

Though, I didn't have a problem.

I could stop if I wanted to.

But I didn't want to, because it was working. It was helping me get through the day, through the stress of knowing that Adriana was back in that violent relationship with my cousin and that I couldn't do anything to help her.

It helped with the stress of knowing that my biological parents didn't want me, that even when I was supposed to meet my birth father, he couldn't even show up because the thought of me repulses him.

Naomi was the only thing in my life right now, that actually made me happy. Everything else just made me want to vomit.

It was Friday. I had just finished my last class and I walked down the corridor, making my way to the girls bathroom so I could pee.

Once I finished and I was washing my hands, the door opened and I looked through the mirror to see Hannah enter the bathroom.

I didn't say anything. Just focused on washing my hands, but as Hannah saw me, she approached slowly.

"Sabrina..."

I glanced at her, then moved on to dry my hands.

"You've got a girlfriend." She stated, and I turned towards her, leaning back against the sink.

"She's hot, right?" I grinned and pulled a cigarette from my pocket as well as a lighter.

I lit my cigarette, then took a puff. I stared at her and as she took a step closer to me, I exhaled the smoke in her face.

"Naomi Barracus." She breathed. "You realise who she is, right? What she's done?"

I pushed myself off the sink, taking a step towards her.

"Don't even say it." I warned her, taking another puff, exhaling the smoke into her face again. "That whole thing with spreading lies about a person... that's very harmful, Hannah. Don't spread lies about my girlfriend."

"It's not a lie, Sabrina." She said and I let out a laugh.

"You think you know her better than I do?" I asked. "It's a lie, Hannah. Naomi didn't do what everyone thinks she did, and if I catch you telling anyone that lie, I will personally kill you."

I eyed her up and down, feeling myself grow angry. Not at her, but at myself.

How could I ever possibly have been in love with Hannah fucking Grace?

She was one of those girls who spent their time talking crap about girls who were different, girls who were less popular.

She's a cheater who thinks she's so special that everyone wants her.

I don't want her.

Not anymore.

I threw the cigarette on the floor between us and used my foot to put it out.

"You dropped something." I said, then bumped my shoulder into Hannah's as I left the bathroom.

I found Naomi in her dorm, leaned back with closed eyes while listening to some music in her earbuds.