"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them."
[ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ]
au
ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc
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* tw : drug use, ill intentioned peer pressure *
THURSDAY, JANUARY 8th 1988
kennedy's point of view
"he said i needed to cool off and take a breather!" river points to his friend, the one who shared the face of my dead father up until the last few minutes.
now i see him as who he really is, but his name keeps slipping from my mind; same with the two other guys who followed the four of us up here.
"yeah! have a drink, man! i promise it'll make you feel better." the dark haired guy holds a glass in his hands.
"no! no, it's okay." corey intervenes quickly. "maybe the fresh air will help instead."
river's friend laughs, "you think fresh air is better than alcohol?"
"john." river shakes his head.
john, right, that's his name.
"what? i'm just saying! who are these people anyway?"
"they're my friends." river says in a soft tone of voice.
"this the girl samantha's jealous over? the one she thinks you slept with a few years back?" john points to me, causing the liquid in the glass to splash over the brim and onto the concrete at our feet.
"this is kennedy," river introduces me. "and we never slept together. we were drugged, got knocked out, but that's all."
john scoffs, which immediately turns into a loud laugh. "okay, river. whatever you gotta tell yourself to be able to sleep next to samanatha at night."
river sighs to himself, taking a seat on a cement block.
i take a step back as the alcohol splashes once again since john is flinging his arms around in a reckless manner.
"you want this drink?" john makes eye contact with me, holding out the drink that's intended for river.
the two guys behind john begin to laugh and nudge one another in the arm as they watch.
"nah, i think i'm alright." i try to play it cool, knowing damn well there's a lethal amount of drugs mixed into that cloudy drink.
"why not? seems like you're no stranger to taking drinks from strangers." he smiles cheekily at his play on of words.
"jesus, what is in the water down here?" corey speaks up. "everyone i meet is either an asshole to kennedy or they over-sexualize her for no reason!"
john breaks eye contact with me to roll his eyes and tilt his head towards corey. "just trying to make sure none of you go thirsty. do you want it?"
corey's eyes trail down to the glass that's in front of him.
"why're you trying to get rid of it so badly?" i challenge, crossing my arms over my chest. "offering it to all of us like it's russian roulette."
