Aiming For Her

1. Liquor Gone Bad.

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Warning: Raw Language is written here. Especially violence. All in all it's a dangerous story to read. 

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[Juniper's P.O.V]

Breaking the law is just as easy as it is destructive. If you disobey society's rules, you're up shit creek. Plain and simple. To make the wound deeper, officer's leave it on your record, making it harder for you to get an actual job.

You might be thinking, why couldn't I easily clear up my problems? I'm only 22 right? well, one of my arrests include violence. The other includes breaking into a store. Which was all made during my drunk moments before a private club or public party. 

In all basic means, don't trust me, or anything I say on a daily basis. 

I've been put in jail 3 times before. It gets tiring after trying to hide the most obnoxious actions I do at all times. People catch you, cameras record you, then the next thing you know you're floating over the top of the world- seeming labeled as the worst human being on earth.

Which I'll admit, it might be true for some people.

Some.  

I'll never forget the time when the TV screen flashed a picture of me and a friend completely drunk, breaking into a liquor store. Mother screamed the moment another picture came up. She yelled at me and attracted the whole entire family to the TV. The look of horror on all their bug-eyed faces had me bawling on the floor. 

They all looked at me in disappointment. That was when I got a bad rep out of myself, not just in the world, but in my family. 

That was the last straw, and after many arrests my parents finally kicked me out of the house. They just couldn't handle me anymore. I screamed and yelled, tried to convince them to leave the house themselves. But this time my pleas didn't work, and my father was the one to forcefully push me out the door- no suitcase included. 

After a long cry on the sidewalk, I called up my best friend from high school, Dana. She and I go a long way back- starting from freshman year. Dana is a tall legged, elegant Blonde with an descent tone and smooth words. Everyone at my college hates her, but that's only for the fact she can make boys swoon at her feet.

Unlike others, she does it purposely with no innocence at all. Dana is the kind of person to sleep around with any boy, no name, no memory but a hangover, no consequences. Basically in all means, she's the best slut of the whole entire campus (or as I like to call, a girl with high demeanor and talent) - except that never stopped me from being friends with her.

She's the only one who gets me after all.

Mad at the world, I took out all my frustration and sorrows on her over the ipad 10xx. I didn't care how low the battery was, I only wanted to talk- and I did. She didn't seem to mind me one bit, in fact, she took me to a club with plenty of alcohol to bury my remorse in.

- And so here we are, partying like no tomorrow.

Or at least I was.

"Let's get drunk" Dana panted, moving her hips to the music.

I turned to her with a big smile. My arm draping over her bare shoulders. She jolted from my touch, and in return smiled back at me and handed me a beer. It hadn't occurred to me how beautiful she looked under all these flashing, multi-colored lights.