Ruin

Ruin - 2.0

"You're pathetic, you know that?" 

"Okay, you've been insulting me for twenty minutes, Vic. What'd I do?" I asked, not at all hurt, but rather amused and curious.

"Well, that's just it! You didn't do anything!" she snapped all of a sudden, "You didn't tell me what your plans were last night. You didn't tell me you were going to a party. You didn't bother calling me. You didn't invite me!"

"You're mad cause I didn't invite you to one of the millions of parties I've been to?" I was just as taken aback as any person would've been if they heard that Victoria Addison, best ranking student in the school, perfectionist queen of New York, and high-maintenance daughter of the town's most successful entrepreneur, wanted to attend an alcohol infested college party.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." she huffed as she focused her bright blue eyes on the road and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She always did this when she was mad at me. She wouldn't spare even a glance at me, or speak directly to me, though at least she talked to me at all.

"Vicky, why would you want to go to a party with me?" I almost laughed. "You know the type of parties I go to. They're all wild and crowded and sweaty. You hate sweaty."

"Yeah, but..." she paused as though unsure of what to say to me. "I never get to go to a party! You're always at one, and I'm always stuck at home with some big test to study for and a reputation for being a teenage girl that's never been to a typical teenage party!"

I was beyond amazed by what just spilled out of my friend's mouth. After all the parties I've been to and all the hangovers I've suffered, Vic has been taking care of me through all of it, and not once has she ever hinted that she'd ever want to step foot into a high school or college party.

"Victoria Annalee Addison!" I bellowed, throwing my hands up and pushing lightly against the roof of the car, with disbelief written all over my face.

"Aww, I hate it when you use my full name." she groaned. She knew what was coming for her because every once in a while, she would, for some reason, try to be a little like me and not herself, and I never tolerated any of it.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you literally cannot try to be anything like me. You're just fine the way you are. Hell, you're even perfect the way you already are. We don't need another me in this town. The city council is already planning my deportation, and I was born in this town, too! I am full American, and they want me out of this country! That's how much trouble I've caused them. You can't-"

"Ohh, shut up Rosey!"

"Don't call me Rosey while I'm trying to lecture you!"

"I don't need a lecture; I'm not trying to be a badass Ellie. Everybody knows even criminals charged for murder look like wannabes next to you." she laughed.

"Anyways," I ignored her comment, "My point is, with you being your high-class self, you can't be seen doing the kind of shit I do, and trust me, I know the stuff I do is stupid. I don't want you getting yourself into the kind of trouble I get in."

"I'm not high-class. My dad got lucky in the business world; that's it." she rolled her eyes. "All I'm saying is, I don't want to be a good little girl for the rest of my life. I wouldn't feel like I've lived a full life."

"A party filled with drunks and whores isn't the way to live." I chuckled. "You wanna live? Go skydiving without a parachute."

"Um. That's suicide." she gave me a look. "But just promise me you'll take me to the next party you go to." she begged.