KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

1.9

Priscilla didn't know if she was good friend or not. She had trouble lately determining if she was even a good person.

She didn't realize how many secrets or lies she had been keeping up with until each and everyone of them had been exposed.

After everything had went down at the Howard's, the girl finally was able to rest, after being up for the last two days straight.

When she woke up, notifications flooded her phone. Reminding her that the past 48 hours weren't a dream.

"You know when a kid shoots up a school and they go to interview the parents, and the parents are like, 'We had no idea. He seemed, like, totally normal.' And everyone watching is like, 'You're a fսck¡ng idiot.' That's how I feel, but with Cassie."

"Look, I never trusted her," Kat spoke on the other line.

Priscilla put the phone on speaker, balancing the device on the windowsill.

Earlier that morning, the teenager had asked Elliot if he would be able to get her some weed. The boy even took the liberty of rolling her a couple of joints, knowing that she was clueless to the skill.

Priscilla let out a deep breath as the two continued talking for her, "What? Why?"

"Because she seems like the kind of person who would fսck your boyfriend."

"I think I actually wanna murder her."

"That's valid," Priscilla tapped out the ashes, adjusting her position.

"No, like, actually plan a murder and carry it out. Like a grisly murder. One that shocks the nation."

"What about Nate?" Kat questioned.

"Who gives a fuck about him right now? Honestly," Priscilla shook her head.

"I have a few ideas," Maddy said, "you know when you feel so many emotions at once, but you're still somehow numb?"

"I think that's depression, Maddy," Kat laughed.

Priscilla took another hit, "Depression is flat. It's a consuming sadness. You're angry, confused, you feel-"

"-Betrayed," Maddy finished.

"Yup."

The sound of Maddy's voice sent chills down Priscilla's arms, considering that she knew about the affair for some time. The girl was just too busy going through her own shit, to shift her focus to someone else's. That's why she considered herself a bad friend.

"Just why my best friend? Trust me, I knew Nate would fuck other girls during our breaks," Maddy explained, "I would fuck other dudes. But, that's like, me fucking McKay."

"Which you would never do," Kat cut in.

"Exactly."

Priscilla continued to glance out of the window, watching her father's car slowly pull into the driveway. The sound of the garage door opening, was enough for her to end her smoke session.