The Queen Of Fuck Ups {m.c.}

Let's play a game

!trigger-warning: suicide is very much described in this chapter so just watch out if you have a hard time with that!

"This bench is way too hard and the décor is horrible. Prisons should be a lot more pretty. No one would want to go here when they see how ugly this place is." I can't remember what I took anymore. I think there was some pills.

"Just shut up until we're out and then you can talk about décor again." Damn he is one annoying Australian and I've met my fair share of those kinds of bitches. I'm not even racist, because I'm an aussie, but I just really hate Australians. Sometimes. Depending on how high I am. Michaels hand is holding onto my arm so I won't run away I guess. However, where would I run to? I'm at a fucking police station for gods sake.

"Why did you beat that girl up?" Michael stops as soon as were outside and I smile at him.

""Well she was going on about how I was the infamous Alice, formerly X and she was so stupid because she didn't get anything and she wouldn't shut up so I could fuck her friend. So I was cold and she said that it apparently was true that the famous Alice was a bitch. I got all pissy and she told me I didn't need to be a bitch about it and Mike I just wanted to cry and I don't know why because I'm not a weak ass bitch, so I punched her." I bite my lip before looking up into Michaels weirdly coloured eyes. Have they always been purple? Wait what? Purple isn't even a real word. Or is it?

"You're fucking amazing. I'll take you back to my place. It's not safe to climb on roofs sober so I definitely won't let you do it high as fuck." Sober? I haven't snuck out of my room sober since... ever? Oh he got a lot to learn. Michael climbs into a really fucking cool car which I think is red. Don't ask what kind it is because I'm pretty sure that my hand is boiling and it feels funny.

The ride to his apartment is basically just me singing along with the radio and complaining that they don't play the right music. So I'm now sitting on one of Michaels bar stools while trying to find my kind of good music on his computer. I think I made a joint while Mike was getting something to drink but I'm not completely sure. Happily I put on You Suck and smile as Michael gives me a horrified look.

"You know that song is about a real guy right? A guy who didn't do anything wrong." Michael take a seat across from me before taking the joint from me and takes a long drag.

"That douche cheated on her." Michael gives me a stare that says he does not agree with me. At all.

"Truth or shot? Even though it's a sucky game. I just think I should know more about the mafia boss." I smile at the comment but it's actually kind of true. When you want to become a part of our group I have a test for them. They have to fuck me or give one of the others oral. You can get invited but only by me so yeah. We have threatened a lot of people just because they mess with us. There was only one incident which we swore to keep in the group.

"Okay fine. I'll start. What's the most fucked up thing you've ever done?" Michael looks at the shot in his hand before slowly grinning.

"Fucking some actress who wrote a song about me. The same question." A song? What? Somewhere in the Itunes miracle someone have a You Suck about Michael? The same question. No. That's too terrible. I can't say that. Michael would run and he just seems so friendly. I could lie but the rules say you can't. I grip the shot tightly in my hand and down it quickly.

"Never will I ever answer that question. Which celebrities have you met?" Michael grabs a shot and smiles at me.

"You don't have that long. But I've met Abigail Breslin." Michael lead the glass up to his lips before quickly leaning his head backwards while the liquid quickly glides into his mouth before he swiftly bangs the empty glass into the counter and winks at me.