poison | hs

one

"somebody mixed my medicine..."

poison | chapter one

*****

"ivy, if you don't move your goddamn ass i'm leaving you here!"

i internally groan as my roommate, jules, whines up the stairs.

"good." i mutter lowly, even though i am alone and no one can hear me. i don't like gatherings of any sort— social events, parties— and that's exactly where she was dragging me. i don't drink, i don't do drugs, and i definitely don't mess around with guys. it's just not my thing.

i'm suddenly broken out of my trance as jules stumbles into my bedroom. she raises her eyebrows at me.

"babe, you know that i- i love you. that's why i'm telling you this..." she searches for words. i immediately understand that she's going to comment on my outfit.

"your pants, what are they? slacks?"

i scoff. "they are just regular pants, j. and they're comfortable, unlike whatever that thing is." i motion my hand toward her very tiny, very skin-tight "dress".

"oh you mean this old thing? just dug it out of my closet." jules runs her hands over her body. i just look at her.

"okay, okay. but if someone calls you a prude, don't expect me to defend you." she half laughs and i shrug in response. let them.

*****

my ears, my poor poor ears. and my nostrils, i'm so sorry. before even entering the front door my ears hurt and my nose scrunches up at the smell of liquor. cups and empty bottles litter the front lawn and i mentally apologize to whoever has to clean this mess up.

i walk in behind jules, immensely regretting my decision as i feel the migraine start to settle in the crevices of my brain. she practically has to pull me through the front door. the teen-ridden household roars with booming music and i follow closely behind jules. we walk into a kitchen and she pulls out a coors light from the cooler.

"want one?" she chuckles lowly, knowing the answer already. i roll my eyes. i can see everyone dancing in the compact space that is this house. i wipe my hand over the bar seat in the kitchen before sitting on it and pulling out my phone. i know i'm going to be here a while, might as well try to chill out a little.

*****

after about an hour of surfing my phone and countless drunk mishaps in the kitchen, i hop off of the chair to find jules. shes my roommate, but i'm always leaving these parties alone because she's off doing other... things. i feel a vibration in my hand and realize i have a new text message.

from: julezz - 11:43pm
-omg you haveeee to come here rn!!!

to: julezz - 11:43pm
-and where is here, exactly?

it takes her more than thirty seconds to reply, so i start making my way through the crowd to find where she could possibly be. i gag, literally, while trying to fight my way through these gross, sweaty teenagers. finally, i walk up the stairs and spot jules in her natural habitat. a random person's bedroom.

"what are you doing in here?" i ask as i walk in, knowing the only real reason was that she's about to get laid, or do drugs. i didn't want to stick around to see either.

"my plug dude! the one from like, so long ago- he's here!" jules exclaims excitedly.

i scrunch my eyebrows. "oh, that's nice."

"it really is, even though he doesn't give discounts like the dealer i have now, he still has the best shit around."

"that's really great. do you know when we're-" i stop mid-sentence as i watch her eyes travel behind me. i turn around as three boys walk in, shut the door, and sit on the bed near jules. they start pulling out ziplock baggies filled with what looks like candies of all different colors and sizes. my frown is now etched on my face while i watch her make deals with them.

they are all wearing hoodies and i can't make out their faces because this migraine is catching on way too quickly. jules must have noticed because she got up to help me over to the bed.

"migraine again?" she asked and i nodded.

my mind may have been a bit fuzzy but not enough to blur the blazing emerald eyes that locked on mine. chills ran down my spine as i caught his stare. i started to feel much more dizzy than i had before, so i tear my gaze away and fidget with my hands.

chills? weird. that's never happened before. just like looking at someone and feeling fire in my veins has never happened before. inter esting.

jules pulls out the fattest wad of cash and i widen my eyes. "is that our rent money?" i ask.

"uh, maybe?" she smiles hesitantly. i sigh deeply. of course. the pills lay on the bed as the boy with the beautiful eyes counts the money fast, switching bill to bill at an incredible speed.

jules takes out a group of white little pills from the baggie and gives one to each of the boys, then takes it herself. with the one last pill she looks at me and holds out her hand with it in the center.

my migraine is on full speed now as i can barely keep my eyes open without it hurting even more.

"no, i'm good," i tell her. "but do you have pain reliever? my head hurts badly now."

she smiles and digs through her purse for a second and i shut my eyes again. i just hold out my hand while my other one is gripping my head. this is why i don't come to events like this.

i dry swallow what she gives me and plop my back against the headboard of the bed. 

i didn't know it yet, but everything i have ever stood for, everything i have ever followed and believed in, would change tonight.

my last thoughts consumed of a fuzzy darkness, loud music, and my body feeling like poison.

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a.n. | hello lovely people!!! i had a random idea and felt like writing a little and this happened. i know it's not that great, but oh well. it's 12am and i'm so tired lmao. idek if i wanna write another book because i still have writers block for toxic. hmmmmm

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peace