Where Good Girls Go To Die

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SELENA, 2019
LONDON

"ON A SCALE TO one to ten, how much does my Livy love me?" I place a slobbery wet kiss on my best friends cheek as I uncoordinatly try and sit down on the bar stool, red blue and yellow lights flashing in my eyeballs every so often. Livy — Olivia, overdramaticly rolls her eyes and takes a big gulp of her sparkly pink drink in a fancy little wine glass.

"Right now, probably a four." Olivia twirls the liquid in her glass, making a makeshift whirlpool of liquor and side eyes me overdramatically. I place my hands under my chin, elbow on the bar and bat my eyes a few too many times. This earns me another eyeroll before she turns fully to me, "What is it?"

Without saying a word, I dig into my bag and pull out a small plastic bag filled with enough white powder to probably last me a month — costed me a pretty fucking penny — and dingle it between us. Olivia's eyes widen before she pushes my hand away from onlookers who might've seen the baggy.

"What the fuck Selena, I thought we've talked about this." Olivia blinks away in a few directions to make sure nobody seen me pull out a decent amount of blow to probably pay off tuition, but hey, it's a good thing that i've baggaged myself the good genes of my parents, intelligent and fucking hot. But the way Olivia is looking at me in disbelief right now, i'd probably also sprinkle disappointment to the mix too, I guess.

"I knooow but like, I had a really stressful week. Plus you should be proud of me, I haven't even touched this stuff in like forever." I smile widely in justification, but I probably just look like I already stuffed my nose with blow from the onlookers who pass by us.

Olivia manages to grab the baggy full of my pride and joy and shoves it aggressively in her purse. "Just last week I had to drag you out of the bathroom, high out of your fucking mind. And then had to explain to your brother why you were talking to the trees outside of your apartment."

I pout, "It hasn't rained in a few weeks, they looked rather thirsty and sad."

"Jesus Christ." Olivia pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. I'm more than aware that I seem to annoy the people around me, but sometimes I really can't help it. This is just who I am, and every bone in my body just seems to love it just as much as I do.

Ever since I could remember, I raved about the parties, the alcohol, the drugs. I was raised fairly well, both my parents are even still together, my older brother and I are close. He even lives a few streets down from me. But even as I was raised, I think I was bored of it all. The constant craving of chaos within me, without it I don't feel myself; it's like my own personal drug.

Of course though, Mum and Papa don't know of the amount of partying I do every single weekend. Dorian — My Grade-A asshole..sometimes brother — does though and to save my parents from heart attacks he doesn't dare tell them, plus I am a grown adult. Although he doesn't really support my coping mechanism of partying and just alcohol, he's still here in London with me while Mum and Papa stay in New York taming whatever yapper dog Mum persuaded Papa to get, and taking care of the Romero Banking company. Rather Boring.

"Ugh, Fine. I'll be good, but that's because I absolutely love you and nothing else." I give Olivia another smooch on the cheek and stand on my feet. "Be right back, mother nature calls."