Plastic Hearts (Being Edited)

Chapter 12: The Tipping Point

A/N: I know I was gone for awhile but I hope this long chapter makes up for it. Hope you's enjoy this chapter, and also feel free to discuss your thoughts.

"Wake up" a feminine voice demanded.

In an effort to silence whatever alcohol-induced hallucination I was experiencing, I buried my head deeper into my pillow. However, It wasn't until the bed dipped that I had felt myself being pushed off the comforts of my bed. In which, I've decided to accept reality, which was me lying defeated on the cold floor.

"Are you dead?" the voice returned, forcing me to squint my blurred eyes at the owner of the voice. My eyebrow propelled to each other, once my vision came clear and seen Copper lazily standing over me with a rather bored look plastered on her pale face. "If you're dead say something?"

I propped myself up and off the ground, before I'd angrily trotted to Copper and used my two hands in an failed attempt to push her to the door of my apartment. Instead, she had simply just twisted my arm and placed it behind my back while also pushing the side of my face to the wall and holding it in place.

"Touch me again, and I'll break it" she confidently warned me from behind.

I nervously swallowed. "Got it" I muttered quietly, making her release her grip on me and saunter into the living room while I followed close behind, still rubbing my wrist in an effort of relieving the pain.

"Why are you in my house?" I badgered, though she just ignored me. "How did you even get in here?" I continued sprouting questions after my questions weren't being answered. "I'm talking to you Copper!" I roared at her, and with this she listened.

She turned around. "Are you done?" she innocently asked. "Dex sent us all texts telling us to meet at HQ for ten" she explained to me while I glanced at the clock which read as a quarter to two.

I sighed heavily and face palmed myself after I'd very vividly remembered receiving that text message when I was very much smashed. I done the unthinkable, and sent Dex a rather descriptive voicemail of how he could go screw himself.

"I guess I was so caught up in work I didn't notice" I expertly lied as I ran my hand through my bed hair feigning to be exhausted.

She superciliously raised one of her eyebrows. "Try again" she pulled out a magazine, and showed me the front page. It was taken last night at Mike's party, most likely when I was wasted and oblivious to my surroundings. Luckily, I still looked cute.

In the corner of the magazine's cover page, there sat a photo of a blonde woman smiling vehemently and clinging onto Lucas' arm, as though her life depended on it. However, Lucas seemed to be entertaining the act, as he had his arm firmly snaked around her waist.

After a slight pause, all the memories from last night came flooding back into me.

My argument with Lucas seemed to be the one that clung to me first.

"Give me that" I snatched it off her, and promptly flicked to page 3. "Thats Not Gwen" the caption stated in big bold writing.

"I know you weren't working" she blatantly pointed out.

"Shush"

"Don't shush me" she snapped back while also taking a defensive stance.

"And this whore of a headache manages to get worse" I whined as I threw the magazine on the coffee table and massaged my temples.

"What were you expecting to happen?" she rudely remarked, though this time it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "You're not his type" she added.

"And you would know" I scoffed.