𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐜

Chapter 4

Sorry for disappearing, school sucks :(

Had to give silly chapter as a break before this or else ya'll gonna leave me to die in the trenches

(Next chapter is chatfic again, and the others after that dw)

Chapter 4: Why'd u only call me when ur high?

When you arrived at the event hall, you had a mask and wig on. Despite that, all of Michael's teammates immediately recognize you.

Who can blame them? You're gorgeous.

Right now, you had no makeup on but the way that your eyes would glisten against the party lights gave some ethereal vibes that made you look otherworldly beside the city-like background.

You chug down some beer, wine, everything that they gave you. Some in malicious intent, but it's fine because you needed it.

But fuck, it's not working.

Nothing's working.

No matter how much you try, you can't get drunk.

This has always been the same with caffeine and other things as well, your body adapts too fast to these things, to everything.

For a while in your life, maybe up until now, you'd always find that a blessing.

Right now? It's a curse.

You're on your 7th glass, it's not working. You can't feel the rush in your veins the first time you drank, your face isn't flushed pink nor is the beating in your chest rising.

You were such a hypocrite. You didn't want somebody else apart from you to break, but allow yourself to is such a hypocritical thing.

"[Name], stop." Somebody sat beside you.

And no matter how many drinks you've had, you could still recognize that voice.

"Noel, I'm just trying to prepare." You say out loud, clear with clarity, complete sober with no hics or slurring in your voice.

"You're 17." He sighs.

"And I'm allowed to drink alcohol." You continue with a bored look, yet with furrowed brows that showed your annoyance. "Besides, I'm turning 18 soon. Don't you see the countdowns everywhere on TV?"

"[Name]." His voice was a little soothing, you hate how comforting his cold tone was. "You're still a minor, a child. No matter what you say and how you act, it doesn't change that fact. Even if you turned 18, I'll still consider you a child under my supervision. Stop drinking." He chastised you before taking the drink in your hands and taking a sip. 

"This one's spiked." The man declares with a nonchalant expression, swirling the drink around to check if it was obvious with the ice. 

"Stop acting like you're my dad, you old man." You retort. 

You're not surprised about a drug lacing your drink, maybe because you already knew. This happens way too often, some were even bold enough to put it in your water before. But there were way too many people around you when you were drinking so you couldn't tell. 

You just wanted to not be sober.

Noa spat it out and took the other drinks. 

One still had a bit of alcohol left on the bottom, and he took a sip on that too. "This one too," he glared at the bartender, who shivered in his legs from the sheer way he shot him a furious glance. "It's a plausible assumption to say that all of them are drugged."