I woke up in a daze. The world was spinning even before I had the strength opened my eyes. Fuck, too much last night. Too much, too much.
Where am I? I looked around and found a room more gorgeous than a box set . Heavy, white curtains hung in front of the window, blocking out the much-too-harsh-to-my-sensitive-eyes sun.
Bang! Bang!
Each door bang was like a hammer in my brain. "Ugh what the--" I started whining until someone barged in.
She was a short haired, soft butch who was gorgeous, but i was suprisingly not attracted to. Who was she, who, who... oh yeah! Erin! I totally met her last night at the club and... shit did I sleep with her? Liz's gonna be pissed. She pushed "Get up, we gotta chivvy along!"
"What are you even saying?" I couldn't understand her accent right now because everything was confusing, plus "chivvy" is not even in my vocabulary.
"Uhm... we have to like totally go like right now," she said with a stereotypical valley girl accent. "Do you like understand me now? GET THE FUCK UP AND MOVE!"
She thrashed me out of the bed as I held my head and wished she would just go away. Then she stomped out of the room and screamed at me to put my shoes on. Girls usually want me to stay over and cuddle and some shit, what's her problem.
"Hey, you wanna do it again?" I yelled at her from across the apartment.
Erin peeked her face into the door frame with a confused look. "Do it? What? We didn't even do anything last night." Thank god, Liv and I will be okay. "I just want you and I to leave."
"Why though? Crazy ex-girlfriend on the way?" I chuckled at my own joke. I'm so funny.
"No, big drug dealer boss on the way, actually. And I don't particularly care about you, Christina, but I know someone who would be real upset if you died." Then she scoffed and bounced off to somewhere else.
I was puzzled though. Who cares about me anymore? Not my parents, I rarely see them, and not Autumn anymore, she has Sylvia. Who?
Then it hit me. I got up and found Erin, taking a few items from the bathroom. "WAIT WHAT DRUG DEALER BOSS?!"
She turned around with a sheepish grin and a toothbrush in her hand. "Ah, yeah, oi oi. A bumblin' bastard with his head too far up his arse. I stole a few stuffs from a chemist and little did I know 'Big Rush Jr.' would be all cheesed out. Posh."
As soon as I was about to respond, we heard a multitude of large feet pounding up the stairs. "That's him alright. Shite. We gotta jet!" She furiously started taking more things out of various cabinets while I clawed at face with my hands.
I didn't understand the seriousness of this situation until now. This is a real big time drug dealer. Erin actually pissed him off and stole his stuff. He wasn't coming for an apology, he was coming for blood. We have to get the fuck outta here.
I grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently while screaming, "HOW DOES HE KNOW YOU'RE HERE?!" Erin was startled and finally started freaking out like I was.
"IT'S HIS APARTMENT!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHAT KIND OF DUMB LOGIC IS THAT?!?!"
"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SAFE-HE'D NEVER LOOK HERE!"
That's when I grabbed Erin by the shoulders and pulled her up. "We gotta go."
She groaned and without a word, dropped all the toiletries and followed me out of the bathroom.
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She's First [gxg]
General FictionOlive Thorne has always gone by one motto and one motto only: Don't get in too deep or you'll find something you never wanted to find in the first place. But one time she did go too deep-about 4 years ago in 8th grade-and no one knows except for her...