not from here - mid90s

sixteen.

"I wanted to wear something different." Isabella looked at herself in the mirror, examining the dress that hugged her body. She always had her jeans and baggy t-shirt but tonight, for the party, she wanted something different. 

"Damn ma, I gotta keep my eyes on you all night if you gon' go looking like that." Fuckshit was laying in her bed, watching her. Her father was working late so for once she could bring him over without having to be sneaky. She knew her father still didn't like her hanging around him and the rest of the boys, that's why she always lied and said she was meeting Estee.

"I sure hope so."

She turned around and walked to him, getting up on the bed and straddling him. Fuckshit placed his hands on her thighs and her dress rode up a little further.

"You can't look this good, then we might not make it to the party." His green eyes were running up and down her body. It made her confident knowing he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was a little nervous for the party though. Ever since they got together they had only been alone or with the other boys, how would he behave when there were other girls around? 

"No no no, I want to go. We haven't been to a party in a while." She replied with a chuckle as she climbed off him.

"You gon' be the death of me ma!" Fuckshit groaned.

Except for some nervousness, she was still excited to party. To drink and be around her friends, she was also bringing something else with her. Earlier in the week she visited Nick. she got her pills but she also got something else. Coke. She had to borrow some money from Estee to be able to afford it. Isa lied and told her she was just buying a new dress and that she would pay her back ASAP.

With Fuckshit's arm over Isabella's shoulders they entered the house party, it was the usual crowd of friends and people from school. She had popped a few pills before they left but she was saving the rest for later. Isa saw Estee and moved over to hug her. As the two girls talked, Fuckshit went to the kitchen to get them drinks.

"You look amazing! Is that the new dress?" Estee asked. Isabella nodded, feeling bad for lying to her friend.

"I will get money from my dad on Monday so then you'll get it back."

"Yeah yeah, there's no rush!" Estee yelled over the music blaring. Fuckshit came with three red cups for them and they took one each. 

"Cheers ladies!" Fuckshit said and they all bumped their cups together and then started sipping.

"Yuck, what is that?" Estee asked.

"I don't know!" Fuckshit laughed.

"It sure got a sting to it." Isabella said with a chuckle, as long as it would give her a buzz then she didn't care what it tasted like.

"Mamas, I'm gonna go say hey to some guys." 

"Do that."

Fuckshit placed a quick kiss on her cheek and then moved away to talk to a group of guys. She recognized them but didn't know them personally. Fuckshit had a lot of friends and was always his most social self at parties.

"So... how is it going between you two?" 

"It's... It's going well. It's been amazing actually." 

"Ya'll look good as fuck together."

"Cheers to that." She replied with a laugh and the girls started sipping on their drinks again.

They were laughing, drinking and dancing and it was exactly what she had wanted. Fuckshit mingled with his friends but came every now and then to dance with them but then went back to his friends. The nervousness she had felt earlier had disappeared.

"I gotta go pee, be right back." Isabella whispered in her ear.

Estee nodded and Isa took off down the hallway. She was drunk, the pills made her even more sensitive to alcohol but she loved the feeling. She was zigzagging between people until she suddenly bumped into someone when she wasn't paying attention.

"You alright? Enjoying yourself tonight?" She looked up and saw that it was a familiar face. It was Nick.

"Yeah yeah, just downed my drink a little too fast. Rookie move." She chuckled and looked up at him. Ever since she rejected him and told him she was seeing someone, everything had been normal between them. When she came to buy he was his normal happy self.

"So, you're sleeping with Fuckshit huh?" His question took her by surprise and the tone in his voice was harsh. Maybe Nick had seen them earlier and put two and two together. It wasn't hard to figure out since they weren't exactly trying to hide the fact that they were together now.

"Uh... yeah. I'm with fuckshit." His eyes looked dark as he stepped closer to her. Isabella took a few steps back until her back eventually hit the wall. It didn't stop him from leaning closer though.

"I thought you were better than that, that you had some fucking standards. To not go for a guy that has fucked half the girls here."

"I don't care." She spat back.

"You were just a fucking slut who tried to get with me because you couldn't get him." A scoff left his lips. His breath smelled of liquor and she guessed he was on something else as well. Nick moved his hand and reached for her cheek. 

"Don't touch me." She turned her head to get away from him.

"Who's gonna fucking stop me? You teased me all along and I think I should get what I want now."

Nick grabbed her by the arm and was about to pull her into one of the bedrooms. She didn't have enough strength to fight back. The xans had taken away the little strength she had and she couldn't do anything. Out of shock she couldn't speak or even make a sound. Suddenly the grip on her arm disappeared and Nick fell to the ground. Isa looked up and saw Fuckshit.

She had never been so happy to see him, who knows what Nick would've done if he had gotten the chance. Fuckshit climbed on top of him and kept throwing punches against his face. Blood started dripping down the sides of Nick's face and onto the carpet underneath. Tears started running down her cheeks slowly, it was a scary situation.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Fuckshit yelled out. Isabella just stood there until the boys heard the commotion and interfered. Ray and Ruben struggled to pull him off. Nick looked up and wiped away blood that was running down from his nose.

"Don't you even fucking look at her again or I swear I'll fucking kill you." Somehow Nick managed to smile at him, even after all those hits.

"You should ask your girlfriend who she has been running off to." Fuckshit froze and green eyes found her gaze, confusion written on his face.

"And who do you think keeps her doped up? But you can get her, she's just another hoe anyways. easily replaced."

Nick was lying to get a reaction from Fuckshit and it was working. One drunken kiss was all that ever happened between them, she could explain that but she couldn't explain about the drugs. 

"Fuckshit I...." No more words came out of her mouth.

Isabella looked at Fuckshit, his green eyes looked dark and filled with anger. Fhe didn't get the chance to say anything more before Fuckshit got out of Ray and Rubens grip and stormed off down the stairs.