Only Bad Girls Get Good Grades

I was up above it. Now im down in it.

Dedicated to frnkireomustdie

Because of the profile picture that looks like Frank is touching himself.

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I should get some cigarettes. That would help. I pull into the nearest gas station, pulling out my cash.

I run up to a man who seemed like he was in college, he had black short hair and blue eyes. He's smoking infront of the store. I tap his shoulder to get his attention. When he notices me, he smirks lightly down at me.

" Yes, love?" His voice had an Irish twinge to it, which was cool sounding when it intermingled with his deep voice.

"Could you please erm buy me cigarettes? I'm turning 18 soon. But I just really need some." I say in the most flirtatious way possible. He looks into my eyes as I show him the money

"Sure. I'll get some for you. Preference?"he asks, plucking the bill from my grasp. He hands me the still lit cigarette to hold.

"Newport 100's." He runs into the store going straight to the counter and getting me the cigarettes.

When he comes back, he places the cigarettes in my hand, along with the change. I thank him and go lean on the side of the car. I open the pack and hastily light one, inhaling the smoke quickly.

"You seem stressed as hell." I'm hear a voice say, the same one with the twinge of Irish tongue. I look over to see him sitting down next to me. " Bad Day?"

I have a chance to be sarcastic here...

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm on top of the world." I state. He rolls his eyes. I look forward, keeping my gaze away as I blow out more smoke and inhale once again.

" Okay miss sass, but seriously, I could hook you up." I look over at him confused.

"With what?"

"Anything really. But on hand I have 35 Xanax pills on me." He pulls out a pill bottle full of Xanax. I eye it decisively.

...Dead from a drug overdose

Why not make them happy for once.

" I'll take it."

"I'll catch you a deal. I'll give you all of this" he shakes the pill bottle for effect" for 10. " I look him in the eyes and nod. I pull out a ten from my Wallet, passing it to him. He smile and takes it, giving me the pill bottle.

"I'm glad to have done service with you." He says as he walks away. Well now I need to take it. I hop into my car and open a coca cola bottle. I take out three off the pills, popping them in my mouth and sipping from the coke bottle.

I'm sick of being in my car. I want to walk. I drive my car back home parking it infront before hopping out and getting my bag, locking the car.

Maybe I can stay in Freddy's apartment. He lives in an apartment that his parents got for him to learn responsibility and independence.

I walk over I the nearby apartment building, feeling the Xanax take effect already. It makes me feel giggly as happy.

I reach the building, knocking on the door. I hear a groan of annoyance and someone mutter behind the door. When he opens the door, I realize he was...doing the deed...he was shirtless, his lips swollen and his hair tossled.

I giggle"Sorry Freddy. I didn't mean to interupt." He looks at me with shock and then swiftly pulls the jacket off of me. He closes the door behind him as we stand in the hall.

"Who did this to you. Was it Gerard?"

"No silly. Gerard wouldn't do this." his eyes narrow before he tells me to widen my eyes as he looks into them.