03. Tequila Mockingbird

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POV Jane Doe.

[ Flashback Start. ]

I shook the fog from my senses and realized I was slumped in the backseat of a car that was swerving to the beat of obnoxious music blasting through the speakers. The world outside was just a blur of cheap neon lights and flashing colors, sharp contrasts between light and dark. I squinted, trying to focus on my surroundings.

Nina bobbed her head like a bobblehead, while Calvin sang along to some god-awful Christian drill song. My ears were ringing from the mix of sounds - thumping bass, questionable lyrics about throwing it back for "JESUS—" and Nina's cackling.

"—CHRIST!" I shouted over the noise.

Calvin looking smug took a swig of whatever shit Nina was giving him while driving like he was Vin Diesel on crack. "Damn, Lil J, you got the fucking lyrics to my goddamn song down already?" He chuckled before taking another swig and muttering under his breath, "Fast and Furious should have ended with me, not Paul Walker."

"I couldn't agree more," I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Are we in hell yet?" I asked, half-serious.

Nina turned down the volume with a sly grin. "Chill girl, we're just having some fun."

As I started to take in our messed up situation - cramped in Calvin's old Buick, cruising aimlessly with nowhere to go except Penelope's kegger - I couldn't help but feel out of place. We used to sneak out for parties like this all the time in high school, but now everything felt different... heavier.

Like a reminder that I wasn't fully part of this scene anymore.

"You blacked out," Nina explained nonchalantly.

"Lightweight, but damn that ass is fat with a capital P," Calvin just had to chime in, earning a smack on the arm from Nina.

"You're disgusting, Calv."

"Hey," he protested, "I can appreciate a good booty when I see one," he said with a lewd grin.

Would you believe that this idiot graduated with a 4.0 GPA?

"That drink knocked you out cold," Nina nonchalantly shrugged, acting like she didn't give a single fuck about my well-being. Probably because she was still pissed at Calvin for trying to get in my pants, as if I was begging for it.

"I bet Ollie spiked it with roofies," I gagged at the thought and glanced down at my hand still clutching a bottle of tequila. Right, we were running late so we decided to pre-game on the way there. Classic us. Fucking typical.

Nina raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a lascivious grin. "So who's this Ollie then? Another one of your conquests?"

I chuckled nervously, knowing I'd dug myself into a hole. "Nah, just my dealer," I said with a wink, trying to play it off cool.

Nina snorted, taking a final drag of her cigarette before flicking it out the window with a practiced ease. She turned to me, her eyes glinting with mischief as she exhaled a plume of smoke. "Oh please, Jane. You're not fooling anyone. We both know you're not just buying drugs from him."

I rolled my eyes, taking another swig from the bottle. "Alright fine, he's also a fuck buddy. Happy now?"

Nina cackled with delight and clinked her bottle against mine. "Cheers to that! Let's get fucked up and forget about all our dirty little secrets."

We chugged down our drinks like it was the fucking elixir of life, knowing that getting completely shitfaced was the only way to survive this goddamn night. I could already feel my liver waving the white flag, begging for mercy as the alcohol hit my system.

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