Chances

Chapter 10- Don't Do Drugs

"OmiGod!" Matilda squealed as we shopped through ZARA.

"Sh!" I hissed, turning back to the rack.

"Aw, he totally likes you!" She crooned. I just denied it.

"Please. He just wants to make my life a living hell." She laughed.

"Well who wouldn't, you're an easy target, babe." I frowned. Was I really? I mean, I felt tough. Wasn't I? I'm sure Hilary thought so after she left with half her hair missing.

"Whatever. My cut's healing." I informed her picking at the scab on my arm. She swatted my hand away from it.

"Don't pick at a scab. It'll scar." I rolled my eyes, and continued my search for something to buy. Her blond highlighted hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing knee sweats with a Gun's N' Roses tang top. We had just gone to an outdoor mall a few minutes from her house. It was cute, and no reporters would be there, so I was 'permitted' to go. Mr. Dominique's words, not mine.

"So, you wanna watch a movie later?" She invited, glancing over at me. I shrugged.

"Sure. Where?" She sighed.

"Mine. Mom's being overprotective again. She thinks she can control every aspect of my life, but she can't!" A scowled was placed on her pink lips.

"She just cares about you."

"Well, she cares too much. Now I can't go anywhere after ten." My eye bulged, but I tried to keep my expression neutral.

"What'd you do, Matty?" I asked, appalled that Mrs. Vacilas would do that.

"Well..." She stalled, turning to walk away from me. My curiosity had peaked. I jogged to keep up with her. Look at her from the corner of my eye, I stuffed my hands in my zip-up purple jacket.

"Well what?" I pried, leaning in.

"I may have accidentally, in a way..."

"MATILDA!" I yelled, laughing.

"My mom found some pills!" She blurted, with wide frightened eyes. Oh no. You see, Matilda had this... issue. When she was a freshmen, some guys had gotten her into a 'dark' faze, and she started doing some bad things. Drugs. She was always stable around me, and I never saw her agitated or in need of a pill before, but I'm not known for how observant I am.

"What kind?" I asked, trying not to sound judgmental. She hated it when I looked at her differently.

"X." She said softly, looking away from me.

"And...?" I asked, with pitiful eyes.

"And a used joint." She added, reluctantly. The chatter around us kept me from yelling at her. From screaming and shouting about how stupid she was. "Cannabis." She informed me. I cursed under my breath, suddenly having second thoughts about our sleepover.

"When was it used?" I asked. She didn't answer. I began to feel edgy when she had stayed silent for over a minute. Betrayal washed over me in a sharp wave of emotion. She had lied to me. Over the past few times we spent time together, she lied straight to my face. Over all this time, she was lying to me. When I told her everything, she was off getting high. I pushed past her and started walking away. She yelled my name but it sounded farther than it truly was. I wanted time to think about things. I wanted a friend, but she knew how much drugs bothered me. She knew my parents were dead because of stupid high teenage drivers. And that stung badly.

I held my car keys in my hand as memories of my parents and me in the car right before their death. I was only nine. We had been joking around, and I had distracted my father to look back at me in the back seat, when a group of howling and laughing drunk and high teenagers ran a red light. The last thing I saw was their happy smiles.