not from here - mid90s

twentythree.

Gemma and Isabella took the bus to the party and the rest of the boys would meet them there as Fuckshit gave them a ride. The party had just started and they found the boys quickly. Isabella introduced her and she could tell that they thought that she was pretty, which she was. There was no denying that.

"You look beautiful ma."

Fuckshit kissed her on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Gemma started talking about the life they had before isa moved to LA. mostly party stories came up, luckily nothing else.

"We're just gonna go powder our noses, we'll be back boys!" Gemma dragged Isa away from them. She looked back at Fuckshit, hoping he would save her but he didn't know why she wanted help so he just looked at her confused.

"Now I see why you hang with them... Who would've thought sweaty skaters could clean up so nicely?" Gemma said jokingly.

"Yeah uh, they're a good looking bunch." The house had started to fill up with happy teenagers and the music was blaring. They made it to the bathroom and Gemma locked the door after them. She went through her purse and Isa saw the powder. She quickly looked away and went to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. 

"Do you mind if I..." Gemma looked back at her.

"No uh... go for it." Isa wanted to be fine with it. She didn't want her addiction to take over and call the shots, she was stronger than that but was she?

"So have you slept with anyone else of them?" Gemma asked before making a line with the powder, using her credit card.

"What? No, they're just my friends. Always been that way."

"I'm just asking! I wouldn't blame you if you hopped around a little..." She replied before she bent down towards the counter and snorted the powder with a rolled up bill. Isabella looked up and saw her wipe underneath her nose. It brought back memories, both good and bad ones.

"No, just Fuckshit."

"So how long have you been together?" Gemma started touching up her makeup and reapplied some lip gloss.

"I don't know... a few months."

"You don't know? Had trouble in paradise?" Gemma turned around to look at her and leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No no... we just started off a bit rocky, that's all."

"Is he a player? He seems like one... a boy can't be that charming without sleeping around."

"He was, before we were together."

"Oh Jesus Isa, you think he's changed?"

"He has changed." She was firm with her words.

"Fine, fine, I just don't want to see you get hurt honey." That fake compassion came up one again and Isa just nodded back.

"I need a drink, go with me?"

They went through the crowd and made it into the kitchen. Something made her jealous of Gemma. Jealous of the high she knew she was about to go through. Drinking would never be the same and she knew that she should probably give that up too. After getting their red solo cups they made it outside where the boys were hanging and smoking cigarettes.

"Shawty! Tell em' I could easily take Ray in skate right now!" He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in.

"She's biased!" Ruben yelled out with a laugh.

"I would rather not speak on the matter." Isa replied with a smile. They would probably be pretty even but Ray was more levelheaded while Fuckshit would let his ego blow up and end up making some stupid mistakes.