Nicole had always believed that nice guys finish last. She has always been surrounded by people who thought of nothing, but themselves and their own desires. In retrospect, these environmental factors from her tragic upbringings had turned her heart...
This story only borrows a handful of major plot points from the original game, so don't expect a full-on copy-paste job.
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[November 15th, 2007]
[12:45 PM]
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🌟 𝒥𝑒𝒸𝓀𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 🌟
🄽🄸🄲🄾🄻🄴'🅂 🄿🄾🅅
"Are you sure snorting your mom's prescription pills are okay? What if she needs these for like, work or something?" Jecka queried.
"Pfft, she's fine.. She's basically got a whole pharmacy in her purse. So like- Hang on."
SNIFF
Ah, that sweet, searing pain of a crushed-up pill wrecking my sinuses.
"Okay, so anyway she's kind of stockpiling on these pills by scamming Walgreens into thinking she has migraines or some shit. So I wouldn't worry about it, she's a pretty good crier.
"Well, if you say so, Nicole." Jecka plucked the rolled-up bill from my fingers, her manicured nails glinting under the shitty bedroom light. She leaned in, took a sharp inhale of the crushed Valium,
SNIFF
"Always the premium shit." She exhaled slow, eyes glassy but still clocking me. "So... how's bombing your midterms going?"
"Ugh, I invited you to crush and snort pills with me, not audition for Teen Mom." I groaned.
"Well, I'm sorry for asking? Don't be a bitch." She shot back.
I let out a sigh, she did ask nicely.
By her standards anyway.
"Right, I'm sorry. I did decent for Math."
"Did they actually tell you your score?"
"Fuck no? Did they tell you?" I threw the question back at her.
