The Virginia Threat

3. Hell Is A Teenage Girl

I'd suggest getting a snack or something, this is a long one.

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Stephanie's POV

I watch as two tall men carry large speakers through my house, walking in the direction of the living room.

I was awoken from the best sleep of my life ten minutes ago when Megan was ringing my doorbell nonstop. Say what you want about the girl, but she is a real pain in the ass.

Megan appears from behind the wall as she makes her way over to me.

Speak of the devil and she is bound to appear, I guess.

The girl is dressed in a dark red bikini top, the straps of the matching bottoms visible above her short denim shorts. Flip flops grace her feet, sounding against the floor with every step that she takes. Her eyes are covered by large black sunglasses and her messy hair cascades down her back.

"Aww, what's with the long face?"

I glare at the girl, grabbing a bottle of vodka from my father's wine fridge.

"It is way too early for this shit, Megan."

I move to untwist the cap off of the bottle just as my best friend furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Uh, Stephanie, it's five o'clock in the afternoon."

"You guys said that you wouldn't be setting up until eight!"

"Yeah, well, plans change."

My eyes roll so far back that I swear that I am able to see my brain.

"Whatever, Megan."

I take the bottle of alcohol in my hands before bringing the opening of the bottle up to my lips. I down a mouth full of the potent liquid. The alcohol burns down my throat. I welcome the all too familiar burn of the vodka.

My logic is that alcohol can fix any hangover. If you are hungover, no you're not. You just need more alcohol in your system.

Megan scoffs.

"Alcoholic much." She mutters while she turns away from me.

I remove the bottle of poison from my lips, my eyes burning into the back of the girl's head.

"Fuck you!" I yell at her retreating figure.

"You already did!" Megan yells back, continuing to make her way out of the kitchen.

Yes, Megan and I slept together. It is a very long story. I will not get into the intricate details of it. Long story short, it was our sophomore year and we accidentally mistook viagra for oxycodone.

In our defense, the room was really dark and both of the pills looked white.

Anyways, the viagra mixed with the vodka and whiskey in our systems and... well, I can assume you know how the rest went.

"Ugh, you're so fucking insufferable!"

"Love you more, Stephie!" She says to purposefully annoy me.

"Scratch something and I'm suing your sorry ass!"

Megan does not respond to me as she is now in a completely different room of my house.

An annoyed groan falls from my mouth before I bring the bottle of vodka back up to my lips.

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It took them two hours to set up the most basic electronic equipment and an additional three hours to move all of the furniture against the walls.