- What if 𝘋iana can't
break down her walls?
ʲᵃᶜᵉ ᵃˡᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ
𝘋iana 𝘊ambridge can't help but feel trapped in her own whirlwind of emotions. With the world against her and the odds, she lets herself fall into the darkne...
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DIZZY'S TALL LEATHER boots clacked against the stone beneath her feet as she approached the four boys. A look of mischievousness had been well read across her face. She had plans to be naughty. She was so sick of waiting for something to happen, so she'd be taking it upon herself tonight.
"Girls! We were just discussing breasts and there you were," Cook joked which nobody happened to laugh at. Dizzy took out a cigarette and lit it, already done with his behavior.
"This is the guy you're gonna help out tonight," Effy told the boys. He shook Freddie's hand politely.
"Thomas had gotta get 300 quid by Desperate Housewives, and that's tomorrow. Otherwise, Johnny White's gonna make him—" Pandora began only for Freddie to cut her off.
"Johnny White?" Freddie quizzed.
"He's for thirteen ounces of weed in the bag," Effy mentioned causing Thomas to hold it up for them to see.
"If you'd help me, I could give you much," Thomas offered with a smile. "And it is excellent weed."
"Hi," Naomi said announcing her presence as she came up behind the crew.
"Oh, Christ, not again," Katie complained. Dizzy didn't care what she said. She tuned her out for most of the time. "Who phoned her?"
Emily mumbled something to her sister to get her to shut up.
"Hey, sorry. I couldn't find a bus," Naomi apologized. "You said somebody needed a hand."
"Yeah, you like giving hand, don't you Naomi?" Katie joked which only earned hardly any laughs. Dizzy had become accustomed to the sheer hatred Katie had and bit her tongue for the sake of her own sanity.
"She didn't kiss me, okay? I kissed her. I was drunk and someone gave me MDMA, and..." Emily told Katie. Naomi turned back around. "I felt like fucking kissing someone! Satisfied?"
"I'm satisfied, yeah!" Cook chuckled. "Be even better if you showed us."
"Shut the fuck up, Cook. You promised me a party. Where is it?" Effy quizzed.
"Can't you feel it, kids?" Cook asked as Dizzy noticed Jace's gaze being glued to her. She didn't entertain it though, looking in the other direction. "It's the sound of the underground."
Cool pulled the grate up to reveal the lights and music. They all climbed down into it. Dizzy flicked her cigarette elsewhere and everyone took their load of weed to sell.
