I am not the chosen one, that's my best friend. Or...was my best friend.
Who is Versailles? Not really anyone important, a daughter of criminals and a random student of the most prestigious high school in England is all she was. That was until she s...
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𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖍
"I can't believe ciders made you throw up."
I groaned into my pillow, "I told you it wasn't the ciders," I felt Chris sit down making the bed dip, "Some psycho spiked my drink yesterday."
"Yes, yes I know, the Delilah chick in our literature class," She snorted, "If I'd known you were such a lightweight I wouldn't have left your side the whole night."
I reached out to throw one of my pillows at her, "You didn't leave my side the whole night, they had to drag you away from me," I reminded her before groaning again. "I feel like shit."
"Well, you can feel like shit at the temple of the God's c'mon."
And with that, my blankets were ripped off of me, reluctantly I flipped my body over so I could look at my best friend in the eye. I gave her the strongest pity-me eyes I could but she resisted and instead scoffed and turned around, stalking off to the bathroom. "Don't make me drag you to the shower and bathe you," She warned, coming back into the room with a pair of my earrings, "And you know I will."
"Yeah yeah," I huffed sliding myself to the edge of the bed before sinking to the floor like a melted ice cream. "Can't I just go like this?" I whined, gesturing to my sports bra and low sweatpants I'd slept in.
She looked at me through the mirror, her eyes lingering on my exposed stomach, "Put on a shirt and I'll think about it."
"I'm not going to be seen anyway," I shivered at the idea of being anywhere near her parents. I took in her outfit she was drowning in the sorry excuse for a dress they'd given her, something only she could pull off truly. She'd put up her hair to avoid it getting everywhere and had sleeked it down leaving not even a single piece out of place.
To put it in perspective I still had last month's braids in and had not yet scheduled a hair appointment for anytime soon. My face was still sticky from the champagne I'd let her pour in my mouth last night and that's not even bringing in what I probably smelt like.
She was in my room getting ready, not shocking considering she'd slept here last night. I had my own dorm, paid extra to ensure I didn't get any roommates and I was practically counting down the days till I could move off campus to my parent's apartment. Chris had a room on the other side of the school with two roommates she hated and a bed she claimed was not as soft as mine.
I could admit her roommates didn't seem like they cared for her but she was exaggerating about the bed, I think she used it as an excuse to sleep in here as much as possible. The house matron had caught her in here countless times and had pretty much given up on telling her to get out and Chris had bought her off with treats she'd bring whenever she was coming to spend the night so she pretty much lived in here shamelessly.
