drugs || CG [COMPLETED]

five

Alysa's POV*

I pushed past Carl and jogged up to Debbie's room. I wiped the small tears from my eyes.

Before I could open the door it swung open.

"I heard..." She said. "Alysa, I told you not to get involved with him in the first place."

"I know I'm sorry." I apologized. I felt so fucking stupid to believe he would be different than other guys.

"Alright, we are not letting this spoil 4th of July." She said dragging me into her room.

"It's 4th of July?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, and some people from my school are throwing a party. So we are going." She laughed.

"Debs, I have to work tomorrow." I said.

"So? I'll make sure you get to work tomorrow." She begged.

"Fine! But I have to tell Kev and-"

"No! Just tell them you are staying over at my house or they will not let you go." She said cutting me off.

"Debbie, I can't lie-" I was saying until I remembered how I have already lied.

"Alright fine. But if they find out your screwed." I said sitting down on her bed.

This is a horrible idea.

*

"I can't find anything to wear." Debbie yelled frustrated throwing clothes out of her closet. I laughed and watched her search.

I grabbed a crop top and a pair of ripped jean shorts.

"Done your welcome." I laughed tossing the outfit I picked out for her on the bed. I was already ready to go and she was still looking for a goddamn outfit.

"Thank you." She sighed grabbing the outfit and going to change. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Instagram. I haven't been on here since I moved. My "friends" back home haven't even called or texted since I left...

I brushed it off and just deleted Instagram. I don't need it and I definitely don't want to see everyone from back home since they don't give a shit about me.

"You ready to go?" She asked walking out of the bathroom with a whole face of makeup and her hair all did.

"Yeah.." I said confused. I was I really thinking about Detroit for that long?

"Be home by 3 am." Fiona yelled just as we were about to walk out the door.

"We'll try." Debbie replied earning a laugh from me.

"This night will make you totally forget about my brother and maybe you even find a cute guy." She giggled nudging me.

"Hopefully, and no I'm not joking up with some random guy." I said.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Well for starters I'm not getting a std." I laughed. "And my last hookup ended badly."

"How so?" She asked.

"Well, it started off as a one night stand but turned into a relationship. Long story short he was a asshole and cheated on me for a whole year." I explained.

"Shit, well trust me this won't be anything like that." She laughed as we walked up to the house.

The door opened and loud music blasted outside. We were welcomed in by a drunk girl that was tripping all over the place. I followed Debbie through the crowd of sweaty dancing teenagers. The strong smell of alcohol and weed stung my nose.

We made it to the kitchen and Deb grabbed us both drinks.

"Let's get fucking wasted." I managed to yell to her over the loud music.

I just wanted to forget.

I wanted to forget about my shitty life and about the feelings I had towards Carl.

I downed the strong alcohol that she gave me. She was laughing at how quick I drank it. Knowing I would regret this in the morning. I got another drink and pulled her out into the crowd of dancing people.

I danced like nobody was watching. Mostly because I was tipsy but I needed a reason not to break down crying.

I downed drinks one after the other until I could barely stand up.

I lost Debbie somewhere but I didn't care. All I cared about was forgetting.

Carl's POV*

I watched Alysa dance. She didn't give a fuck. Eventually a guy walked up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. She smiled and danced all up on him.

My fists balled up and my jaw clenched. Just the thought of some other guy touching her made my blood boil.

Fuck it let her do that. She doesn't care about you. You hurt her.

I grabbed a drink and chugged it.

Nothing could make me forget.

Alysa's POV*

Even though I was dancing up against some guy I still couldn't stop thinking about, Carl.

Nothing could make me forget.

"You wanna get out of here?" The guy I was dancing with slurred. I nodded and followed him up the stairs. He pulled me into a room and smashed his lips against mine. He pushed me onto the bed without disconnecting our lips. He moved down to sucking on my neck. He pulled on the hem of my jeans indicating for me to pull them off.

"I can't do this." I said pushing him off of me.

"Why not?" He asked stepping back.

"Cause I don't fucking know you and I- just go." I said sitting down on the bed. He scoffed and left.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I broke down crying into my hands smearing my makeup.

"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" A familiar voice asked running up to me.

"N-n-no he didn't hurt me. I'm just not okay." I sobbed into my hands.

"What's wrong?" The person asked.

I looked over at the person and my heart broke even more.

It was Carl.

"You. Your what's wrong." I cried.

"I'm sorry." His voiced cracked.

"I just want... I just want.... I don't fucking know what I want. But I know I can't go on living like this." I sniffed wiping my eyes.

"I don't know what I want either. But I don't want you to hate me. I never meant to hurt you and I fucking did." He managed to get out.

"Please... Please give me one more chance. We don't even need to be a thing we can just be friends, or even just fucking acquaintances. I don't care as long as I know you don't hate me." He sobbed.

Will she forgive him? Sorry this is kinda a shitty chapter.

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