Confidence Boost? // SOUTH PARK HIGHSCHOOL FIC

CHAPTER 6 ; I'm never touching alcohol.

NOTES:

- Same TWS as before!
- Another short chapter woopsie daisy.

When I get to Nichole, she's making out with the guy again, he seems to be pulling on her skirt and trying to coax her to go into another room. "Come on baby, let's be alone~"
Nichole doesn't seem to notice me and Henrietta approaching and is smiling at him and his words. "That sounds like a good idea~"

I turn away from her in shock, speaking through choked back tears. I knew this was gonna happen, just not this bad.
"Let's go, that is not the Nichole I know."
I just sigh and start to walk away with Henrietta, just overtaken with emotional guilt.

Nichole looks confused for a second, trying to follow me. The guy tries to grab her arm, pulling her back.
"Hey baby, where are you going? I'm not finished with you."
The guy smirks at her.

Nichole seems a little disoriented as she's clearly had a lot to drink.
"Huh? No, I want to go check on Heiddiii!"

The guy grins and tries to pull her back again.
"Well, that's too bad. You and I are going to get a room right now."

Nichole shakes the guy off and looks over to see Henrietta and I walking away.

I start to cry. Like the stupid crybaby I am.
"This is all my fault! I left Nichole alone! Now she's even drunker and acting like a slut! What have I done... I'm a terrible friend!"

Henrietta puts her arm around me, in a comforting way. If she keeps this up, I'm gonna start falling head over heels for her...
"Hey, it's not your fault. She's a big girl, she's responsible for her own actions."
Henrietta speaks to me in a softer voice than usual.

Nichole has now broken free from the guy and starts to follow me towards the door.
"Hey wait! Where are you guys going?"

I just continue to cry, not loudly but still crying, opening the door to leave.
"We're leaving. I can't stand watching you smooch up with that guy for any longer Nichole."
Maybe I'm a little bit of a jealous bitch or I don't want my friend getting possibly raped by this guy. It might be both.

Nichole seems annoyed that I'm leaving.
"Oh come on, I'm just having some fun!"
She seems a little distracted, like her head is a little cloudy.
"I'm not drunk and even if I was, so what? What's wrong with dancing and having a good time?"

Nichole follows me as I open the door.
"Heidi, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you crying now?"
I totally prefer sober Nichole.

"This isn't fun! You know what was fun? My sleepovers in 4th grade where we all drank lemonade, gushed about boys, and used a paper fortune teller on each other! I'm leaving with Henrietta and that's final."
I wipe my eyes and turn away from Nichole in a huff.

Nichole is starting to get irritated with me now.
"Oh whatever.. go be lame with your lame ass goth girlfriend."

Henrietta puts her arm around me supportively.
"Come on, we can go and do something else. Let's leave this conformist with her stupid jock."

Nichole stares at us both, annoyed.
"I'm not a child anymore, I can make my own decisions."

"Sometimes I wish you were still your 4th grade self, Nichole."
I walk off with Henrietta.

Henrietta looks at me for a second before suggesting.
"You know what? Let's go to Denny's, I bet Pete, Michael and Firkle are already there. I told them I couldn't make it to our nightly sulkings, poems and coffee tonight but late is better than never. I'm sure they'll understand."

I smile at her. Her goth friends were usually dark and brooding, as well as rude to anyone outside their circle, especially Firkle. Firkle was 4 years younger than everyone else but was the creepiest, even having a knife collection. Pete and Henrietta were both my age but Michael was a year older. I hoped Henrietta could get her goth friends to not fully hate me, as I wasn't goth in the least bit.