Cloud nine (beta lumity) [on break]

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(LA LA LA LIMEEEEEE TIME.. just a warning btw)

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Eventually, we got back to the dorm complex. Lucia and Amity flopped down onto the Latinas bed, both groaning.

"How was that for a first date?" Lucia asked, her face shrouded by a pillow.

"Eh.. could've involved less water." Amity shrugged after she sat up. "Either way, I enjoyed spending time with you."

"Awh.. The blight likes spending time with me." Lucia purred, tapping the end up Amity's nose.

"I do not."

"You just said that you do."

"Okay well.. well I take it back!" Amity huffed, turning her head away from the brunette. In that moment, Amity's hair shifted from her neck and revealed the almost faded marks that covered it.

"They're fading." Lucia said, poking at one of the lightly coloured hickeys on the mint haired girls neck.

"So what?" Amity swiped her hand away. A grin formed across Lucia's face and Amity rolled her eyes at the idiotic look. "Don't even think about it."

"Aww but why?" Lucia whined.

"Because Boscha will open her mouth about it again.." Amity huffed. "And that was.. very.. embarrassing."

"Who cares about what Boscha thinks." Lucia raised an eyebrow, crawling closer to the mint haired girl.

"That's true.." Amity stroked her chin as she through. "Who knows, right now she could be snorting c- LUCIA!" Amity was cut off by the feeling of wetness being wiped across her cheek.

"Did you just lick me?!"

"Something like that." Lucia grinned. She had licked her finger and wiped it across Amity's face and her reaction was definitely worth it.

"You frog faced imbecile." Amity growled as she abruptly grabbed the collar of Lucia's white and purple stripped shirt. The brunette raised her eyebrows along with a smirk that spread across her lips.

"Do you have a problem with frogs?" Lucia narrowed her eyes.

"Only with ones named Lucia." Amity grinned, pulling the idiotic brunette into a Kiss in which she returned. It wasn't long until Lucia had taken 'control' of where this was going. Amity had her arms wrapped around the Latinas neck and back pressed against the bed. while Lucia propped herself up on her elbow, being careful not to accidentally pull amity's hair.

Lucia's arms began to ache from holding herself up on her elbows, but Amity was eager to continue. Lucia shifted herself so that her knee was in between Amity's legs, earning a gasp from the mint haired girl. Lucia pushed herself up so that she was in a push-up position. Amity continued to hold a strong grip on her shirt and even attempted to pull her back down.

"Awfully desperate aren't we?" Lucia husked, looking down at Amity's face who was bright red.

"Don't be like that."

"Like what?" Lucia asked, adding pressure between the girls legs with her knee, which earned nothing but a small whimper. "..like what, Amity?" She repeated with a smug look on her face. Amity's eyebrows furrowed and she could not longer hold eye contact with the brunette. She then pulled her knee away slightly away from between Amity's legs.

"You're such a tease." The mint haired girl grumbled.

"My bad." Lucia said, leaning in towards Amity's neck and letting out a breath through her nose. She could feel Amity tense up beneath her and another small whimpering sound. "Keep quiet. We don't wanna disturb our neighbours, do we?"

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(Willows POV)

I stared down at the shattered glass on the table in front of me. There she was, At it again. My girlfriend, boscha. Out of her fucking mind, And I mean that literally. The girl was high as fuck.

"Boscha you need to calm down." I said nonchalantly, attempting to approach boscha.

"No! No. Don't come any closer!" The pink haired girl yelled, jabbing a broken glass bottle in my direction. I held up my hands in surrender and took a step back. She was having a panic attack. Worse than any other i'd seen her have. She had been free from drugs for what? A week? Or something like that and she was already back at it. Worse.

"Boscha, please just.."

"No! No! No!" Boscha yelled. Her chest expanded rapidly as she hyperventilating, still holding the glass bottle in her blood covered hand. "Don't tell me to calm down again or.. or else!" She, again, jabbed the shattered bottle at me.

I nodded and slowly kneeled down, keeping my hands out in front of me. This wasn't the first time this had happened. A couple months ago she had gotten drunk and knocked me out with a baseball bat when I tried to help her.

"Boscha, please listen." I croaked. The girl violently shook her head. "Seriously, dude."

"Willow." Boscha whispered, walking over to me and towering over me. Her eyes were wide and the whites of her eyes were red. There were very large dark circles surrounding her eyes and her pupils were incredibly dilated. "Nothing i do matters." She leered at me.

"What?" I asked, struggling to stare into her crazy eyes.

"I could kill you right now if I wanted to."

"What?"

"I could kill you right now if I wanted to." Boscha repeated, not blinking even once. A discomforting silence grew between us.

"Why.. why would you do that?" I asked, feeling my hands begin to convulse.

"You're gonna think I sound crazy." Boscha said, straightening out her boscha. "You probably do think I'm crazy. I've always wanted to kill someone I've loved." She grinned a toothy grin. It was sickening to watch her act like this. I knew that it was partly just the drugs taking over but. Drugged words are sober thoughts, ami right?

With that, she swung the bottle at my head. Before it impacted with my skull I bent down and rolled out from under her, making a beeline for the door. I slammed it shut behind me. I kept a tight grip on the handle for a minute, struggling to keep the door closed as boscha attempted to open it several times. I was deafened but a loud shriek before silence. The struggling at the door had died down and without looking back, I ran out of the building and into my car.

I shut the door and locked myself in, sliding back in my seat after I did so. Immediately I pulled out my phone, sending a text to Lucia.

Willow: hey, you busy?

I quickly dialled 911, waiting a few seconds for a response.

"911, how can we help?" A female voice came from the other end of my phone.

"Yes hi, there's.. there's been an attempted murder at Hexide university." I stated.

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(Ok what did I just write?

Apologies for the short chapter and the uhm.. the beginning...)