TW: ALCHOHOL, DRUG USE, FIGHTING, DEATH MENTION, MANIPULATION, SWEARING
"Why does no one take us seriously?!" Jade exclaimed in anger, almost throwing her phone across the garage. Perrie stared at her in confusion, having no idea what had been said on the phone call Jade had just ended. Jade just sat back instead of giving her any context hints, rolling her eyes when Leigh-Anne took a hit from her joint.
"Why are you even smoking right now?" Jesy asked, also leaning into the cheap, old, dusty couch that they had thrifted the week prior. Leigh-Anne just shrugged before taking another long drag from the joint, coughing as the smoke pushed out of her mouth. Perrie crossed her arms, she never liked the fact that Leigh-Anne smoked, especially in serious situations.
"Jesus Christ. Jade, what was the call about?" Jesy finally called out, the words hanging onto the cold air. Jade just sighed again, causing Perrie to cross her arms tighter and leave the room. She was frustrated and was trying to get some air, but Jesy quickly got up to chase after her, knowing she would walk herself practically to death. Leigh-Anne smoked again from the joint before Jade crossed her arms and put her tongue onto the bottom of her gums. Leigh instantly put her joint out and stared at Jade, her eyes now clouded with the strain.
"He said that because we dont have a verification on our socials, we can't get signed. I mean come on! We're just as good as those other girls, fifth song or whatever!" Jade finally let out, Leigh-Anne just thinking to herself "I'm too high for this." Jade swung her arms as she spoke, yanking her water bottle open and chugging the contents.
"...That's not water, is it?"
"Nope. I'll drink water when I'm dead" Jade said, chugging more. When the smell hit Leigh-Anne she could tell what it was.
"You brought vodka to the studio?!"
"This isn't even a studio! It's a garage!" Jade slurred her words a bit, clearly already starting to be intoxicated. Leigh-Anne didn't see the appeal of vodka, but she did enjoy a bit of weed, so she went to re-lit her joint. As she took a puff from it, she passed it to Jade, who smoked a bit as well. The two got high together, cussing out the poor representative named David. Perrie and Jesy finally walked back in to the now highly intoxicated Jade and Leigh-Anne, who were now laughing about the world while laying the floor.
"Are you fucking kidding me." Perrie facepalmed, Jesy following. Jade giggled even more, starting to curl in a laugh.
"Jade! Leigh! You're- Why are you drunk?!" Perrie exclaimed, Leigh-Anne quickly correcting her to "high!" and Jesy just kneeling beside them. She sniffed the water bottle and retracted her head at the bitter scent of Vodka.
"Jade is drunk and high!" Leigh-Anne said, Jade just laughing some more. Perrie looked in anguish at the two, who were looking at each other and laughing more at the fact the other was so high. It was a loop of laughs, Jesy starting to laugh out of fear as well.
"Girls-"
"WATERMELON!" Jade shouted, pointing at the poster on the wall, which didn't even have a watermelon. Leigh-Anne just laughed harder, which caused Jade to laugh more. Perrie looked like she was going to cry.
"Girls!!" Jesy finally interrupted, them both looking at her like toddlers who knew they were in trouble.
"God, what did the guy even say?! Can we get signed and get famous or not?" Jesy said the last part quieter, but Jade started swearing again at the thought of that phone call. Leigh-Anne just followed along, copying her every move. Perrie just sat down on the ground, staring off into space. Jesy started lecturing Jade and they shouted at each other quickly.
"Well it's not my fucking fault! You're supposed to be posting on the social medias!!" Jade screamed, Jesy instantly screaming back. It was all a jumbled mess of words to the other two, who were now playing pattycake due to Leigh-Anne. Jade started screaming louder and they both got more riled up.
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A Revengeful Tragedy
FanfictionIn a desperate way to achieve fame, three members of Little Mix look for any way, no matter how much it takes. After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, they find out just how much they have to do. All it takes ...