Crashed Love

Who I Am

Hey, I'm Victoria. I'm an 18 years old and I live in Cambridge, Ontario with my younger sister, brother and my mom.
I attend GCI, the great haunted school of Gult.
Ooh spooky, rolling eyes.
Now, believe it or not this story is about the day I died and what happened after.
Now, I know what your thinking, typical hook, right? She doesn't actually mean physical death and here's where I tell you your right.
Kudos your smart, I'd give you a cookie but we haven't reached that kind of advanced technology yet, so your just going have to take this serving of sarcasm instead.
Anyways, you see, the only way for you to get any contexts is to start a few hours before all this shit, before Stephanie's party, just around the end of the school day today.
Friday, April 18, 2017.
"Hey, Victoria!" I heard this voice calling out to me from the other end of the hall, so, like any other teenaged girl with phone to her face, I looked up to see who could be calling little old me.
I smiled when I noticed it was Dominic, who was jogging up to me.
Just like clock work "oh, hey Dominic. What's up?" as if I didn't know.
"You left your stuff in science again" he was out of breath.
So, to give him time, I took my side bag out of my locker and pulled it onto my shoulder "again? Thanks you're the best" and hugged him.
"Let's be honest, if it wasn't for me, you'd lose half the crap you leave in that classroom"
I laughed, pulling away with a smile "yes, you are my science class saviour"
I bit my lip and held his arms a bit tighter, on purpose of course, and watched him melt under my gaze.
Of course what I really wanted to do was punch him in his 'I'm so cute' light skinned face for calling my stuff crap, but that's not what some one like me does.
So instead I let Dominic smirk down at me, his eyes sparking with mischief and I knew I've hypnotized him once again.
He moved in closer for a kiss, but I turned and walked away, swaying my fine ass behind me. "See you tomorrow, Dominic"
After that, I headed out the school doors, passed places and familiar faces as I greeted them.
I stayed for a small chats here and there, shit the schools most well rounded cool girl should always do. Well, that and do a bit of flirting here and there.
I won't lie to you guys, I know girls resent me, I can see it in the way they glare when I walk by. But the ogling is the main thing I do it for, the highly suggestive flirting. It's fun to see guys weak to my powers.
I don't know why I like it when guys notice me, but I know I feel powerful when they do.
I'm the kind of girl that has never had a problem asking a guy out and dumping him the next week.
I know what your thinking, this girl is such a total slut, but let's be honest here, most girls wish they had half my confidence and most guys wish they had all of me.
But not everyone can have talent, looks and brains. I mean, I'm no goddess, but I'm pretty dame close.
After an half hour of networking different social groups, I was finally able to slip away and get on the bus. I remember that at one point the bus had come to a lurching stop that almost sent my head flying into the seat in front of me.
My scowl was never any deeper then when looked at the bus driver then in the bus window to if my makeup is still good.
That's when I notice a mother pulling her god dammed five year old child back onto the curb. I glared at them hard, my eyes never leaving them till I could no longer see them and I know that mother saw me, I know she got my message.
'Get a fucking stroller or watch your dame child, dumb bitch'
I even noticed more then one person on the bus shaking their heads, probably thinking what I'm thinking, but probably not so risqué as I was.
I may or may not have taken out a few words here and there, for sake of the innocent.
The bus lurched forward so I continued my 1010 game, replying to text messages in between.
You see, I always get a bigger flow of text messages before a party, stupid things like 'where's the party' and 'what time should I be there' and some other bull.
My usual mental response 'check the fucking E-vit you vapid waist of air' or 'I'm surprised your parents didn't put you up for adoption the moment they realized you're stupid' but I know what they're really asking is 'is this party cool enough to go to' and 'what time should the cool people show up'
So often I tell them the address and the time and always end it with 'It's going to be fucking awesome, can't wait to see you there bitches' or 'mitches' where ever their belt swings.
Anyways, as soon as the bus got to the one - and only - Cambridge Bus Terminal, I noticed the bus that I had to transfer to just sitting there, waiting for me to walk in.
So I do, I mean, I'm already looking hella sexy even with this cover up, so why not walk like I'm on a catwalk.
O.M.G. this is getting boring, skipping ahead.
"Hi Vickie, you're here already?" a surprised Steph Geller asked.
"Are you complaining?" I countered.
"No, I'm just saying the party doesn't start till 5:00 pm and it's 3:30 now"
I smiled at her as she let me in "I know I came to help out a bit" then opened my bag and showed her the things I brought.
Steph smirked "did you really bring alcohol and weed to school?" she took out the fist sized pack of weed, smelling it to see if it's the real deal.
"Only you" she said, shaking her head.
We looked at each other with mischievous smiles as I walked over to her kitchen island and placed down three Micki's of whiskey, two of vodka, some rolling papers and two hand fulls of mini lighters I'll never see again.
Then I took off the modest cover up that I only wear for school and let Steph see my high-waisted leggings and red bando with the cut out back.
She shook her head "after all these years, you still amaze me"
I smirked at the complement and then gave her a one over, a bit amazed "ditto, don't tell me you're wearing that to your own party"
She looked down at herself then rolled her eyes "I'd just gotten home so I put on something comfortable till a half hour prior-"
"Or now is fine"
Steph looked back down at her brother pants and paint splattered brother shirt again.
"You know, I always thought it was strange that you wore brother clothes when you have no brother" I sighed, dragging Steph up the stairs.
I plopped down on the bed, as Steph wondered into her closet "but now I kinda get it. It looks very comfy, actually"
I heard her chuckle as I let my eyes wonder around the room. That's when I noticed Steph's esal's propped and a dark, ominous figure painted in the centre, not in the shape of a man, but something... something a lot scarier.
I had to gasp dramatically as I stood to get a better look. Steph popped her head out "what?"
I gave her my playful smirk this time and pointed at the canvas "is this your new peace?"
"Oh, I thought you noticed I refilled my almond bowl" she grimaced as she tried to distract me from her art.
I looked over at her side table, to see if she was telling the truth, and noticed the filled almond bowl for the first time.
It had been a month since I waxed off the almond and pistachio mix she had last time and this time she had craisins mixed in with it instead.
I basically ended up taking a handful before popping a couple in my mouth.
I winked at her which made her roll her eyes at me, pulling a cute coral pink top on, then I point at her painting again with a smirk.
"Wow, Steph, I knew you were talented, but I never knew you could capture my soul like this"
"Shut it" Steph griped walking out of her closet in light denims "it's not finished yet"
I ignored that statement, looking her up and down "whoow! White girls got it going on!"
I always feel a sense of pride when my girls dress in my A game league. I mean, if your a bitch who doesn't know how to dress for the right occasion, why am I even talking to you, let alone giving you the time of day?
Stephanie smiled, looking at herself in the mirror and then at me, her smile fading a bit "I want curves like yours" she mumbled absently.
I dropped the almond-craisin mix back in the bowl and put both of my hands on her shoulders, giving her a smirk "girl, I'm Beyoncé thick, it's not easy finding jeans to slide over these curves. Why do you think I always wear tights? Trust me, you look hot in those jeans"
Steph then gave me this cheesy smile before releasing her hair from its messy bun and let it cascade over her shoulders in loose natural waves.
"I think I should straighten my hair" she said as she tugged at a curl. "What? No! Let's be curly twins tonight"
I sat back down on her bed and picked an almond out of the bowl and she pouted at her self in the mirror "curly twins... I don't know"
"Yes you do know, curly twins!"
"But your natural curls are better then my natural ones"
"Oh my god, Stephanie. I'm half black, okay! You can't keep comparing us like that" I said, rolling my eyes as I fingered the almonds and craisins.
Then Steph sighed "I'm straightening my hair" and scuttled off.
So I threw the almonds and craisins I'd picked out, back into it's glass bowl again and just laid back on the bed, her sheets billowing around me "holy crap! Your such a self conscious bitch!"
I heard Steph scoff from her bathroom "I'm sorry I don't have an elephant sized ego, Miss. Thang, but not every girl wants to be like you and not ever guy..."
Obviously I didn't acknowledge those words, they simply weren't true. Instead I just laid there, starring up at her ceiling.
I always loved Stephanie's ceiling, it still had those glow in the dark star stickers almost every child had.
But with a better twist, her mom was just more creative then mine.
I mean She'd taken the really big ones and cut them into really small pieces, so that they looked almost real scattered up there and even made a moon too.
I felt a shiver go down my spine as I remembered the nights I'd spent here.
Suddenly something hit my face so I sat up to see what it was. Of course it was a ball of tissue.
"I'm sorry, I zoned out..." I looked over at Steph with a sigh as she stood in her bathroom door "you sure your mom won't be back till tomorrow?"
Steph nodded her head, moving back into her bathroom.
So I stretched out in relief, happy she didn't ask me where I went just then "lucky... I wish I had two houses..."
Steph scoffed again "yeah, lucky me, my parents got separated"
"At least yours has a chance of getting back together"
"True" Steph said a beat later "but I don't think it'd be healthy for the both of them"
"Plus you still have both of your parents in your life"
Steph didn't say anything, but I felt as if her eyes were on me then.
Suddenly there was a knock on the front door. I sprang up and smirked, bored with this conversation "it's party time"
Lets fast forward again to, say, the end of the party.
I was smiling at Dominic as I ran my fingers through his curls. He groans on my lips as I sat up and stratal him.
"Not again, Vickie! Seriously, you guys have to go" Steph groaned for the thousandth time.
I pouted as I looked back at her and stood "fine, but just one more hit and I'll go"
I smiled, grabbed the bowl and Steph rolled her eyes.
"Fine, but Dominic, you still have to leave" she insisted.
I looked up from the bowl, lighter ready in my hand and glared at Steph "seriously?"
"Yeah, he going the opposite way anyways"
I placed the lighter down and sighed "if he's going, I'm going too"
Steph just shrugged as Dominic and I grabbed our things.
I shrugged into my cover and sashed on my side bag. Dominic led me out, his hand on the small of my back as he did.
While waiting for the bus, Dominic's lips never left mine and I hungrily accepted his touch, his lips, his tongue and his body pressed to mine and pressing me against the bus shed.
I always found the sensation of kissing while high exciting, intoxicating and stimulating.
Kissing drunk just wasn't the same.
You weren't in the moment as much as you were while you are high.
The bus arrived, honking us into reality and making me pull away.
"Bye" I whispered, biting my lip as I backed up through the open bus doors.
The bus left as Domanic watched me leave along with it. When he was out of sight I turned to the driver, showing my semester pass then headed strait to the back, sitting on the back door side.
Almost every stop after that, it seemed like someone came on or got off to my surprise, since it was 10:30 at night about then.
I recall that at one point a woman with knitting nettles and yarn came on and sat down beside me.
The only reason I remember this is because her knitting needles kept poking me in the side.
I even knocked them away with a glare at one point.
After that I remember people standing and moving to the back a stop later and a man in a wheel chair coming on with his wife or his sister.
I was surprised because they had done it voluntarily. Usually people would wait until the bus driver asked them to move back before thinking about it.
As a kid, my mom would always have a double stroller for my baby brother and sister.
I used to hate it when people would sit there and look up at you like 'what, am I supposed to move?'
God, I really hated people then, still kind of do now.
The bus driver did something I was used to though, he'd gotten up to help buckle the guy in the wheel chair in and then he went back to the front and started driving.
It was the next stop that he came, I remember for sure. He was just so hot, his Spanish complecion and burning hazel eyes that stared right at me.
He smirked at me as if to say 'I see you staring' as he headed to the back with his friends.
Fortunately I was able to look away before I started drooling. I heard him and his friends start joking around back there. I was so close to listening in, but I thought better of it.
After all, he's just some guy.
The bus started moving again and someone pressed the next stop button as the bus turns.
The women beside me thankfully got off. So I turned, putting my feet up on the chair, daring a glance at the boy from before.
I bristled and looked away when I noticed he was looking right at me, his friends noticing a beat after.
The bus starts moving again.
"Oh, shit. She's hot man"
And
"Go talk to her dawg"
Were the next line of words I heard as his friends gave him the go ahead.
I had smiled then, biting my thumb and hiding my face.
"Shut up, man" was his totally, totally pantie dropping response back.
I mean, for me because his voice was sexy as fuck.
I had looked over again when it happened. He was standing, smiling and ready to come down and talk to me when the bus turned, jolted and flipped over.