: ̗̀➛ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Victoria Miller's world is upended when she learns her life as the Pogue Princess is over. No longer surrounded by her group of friends, she's forced to adjust to a new, unfamiliar reality as a Kook. After a year of her not so...
"What the fuck do you mean 'nothing to worry about?' Loo— Look at you!"
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STUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS, Victoria made her way toward the couch, where Barry was lounging, surrounded by Rafe Cameron and a couple of other girls.
The house was a disaster. Empty bottles and plastic cups littered the floor, threatening to trip anyone careless enough to cross the room. The thumping bass of the music rattled her skull as she pushed through couples tangled in each other and people dancing like they couldn't feel the mess around them.
"Yo, Barry," she called out, sniffing to clear her nose, her voice cutting through the noise. "You got anything left?"
Barry paused, rummaging through the pockets of his brown jorts, but Rafe, kneeling by the coffee table as he snorted a line of cocaine, shot him a look.
"Dude, don't give her more," Rafe said, leaning back on the couch with a drunk girl clinging to his arm. "She's had enough."
Victoria shot Rafe a confused look but laughed, shaking her head. "My man, I'm not asking for a favor. I'm doing business," she said, moving to sit down next to him. "How much for what I can get with this?"
She pulled out $40 from her bra and tossed it onto the table between them.
Rafe nudged Barry again, glaring. "I said no."
Barry rolled his eyes. "Chill, Country Club," he muttered, snatching the cash.
Just as he was about to hand her the small plastic bag, Rafe shot up from his seat. He grabbed Barry by the collar, yanking him forward. "What the fuck, man? She's a kid."
Barry threw his hands up in surrender, the cash still clutched between his fingers. "Alright, alright," he said with a sarcastic grin. "Take it easy." He tossed the bills to Victoria, who was still trying to make sense of the situation.
Her brows furrowed, scratching her head in confusion. "Uh—what the hell?" she muttered, watching as Barry slumped back onto the couch.
Before she could process it further, a voice shouted from the back door.
"COPS!!!"
Panic spread through the crowd like wildfire. Everyone jumped up, racing for the nearest exit, scrambling for windows or any means of escape.
