It was now Friday, and I was still being called "spazz" by literally everyone. Except Andrea, Dylan, Bailey, Josh, and Arabella and Chase.
I've been hanging around with Arabella and Chase a lot more than I do with Andrea's friends. We're still cool, but I feel more comfortable with them.
"So, are you ready for the party tonight?" Arabella asked, while sitting down with her tray of food.
"I'm ready to get drunk, that's for sure." Chase responded before taking a sip of his drink.
"And you?" Arabella motioned towards me.
"Oh, yea. I won't drink much though." I shrugged.
"No one's pressuring you, love." Chase nudged me.
"So who's your cousin?" I asked then took a sip of my water.
"You might know him. His name is Hudson." Chase said.
I spit my water out of my mouth, literally.
"Hudson, is your cousin?" I asked with surprise.
"I thought you knew that?" Arabella raised an eyebrow.
Just great.
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after school
"Where are you going?" Andrea leaned on my door frame.
"A party." I rolled my eyes.
"Hudson's?" She walked in and sat on the bed.
"Yup." I popped the p.
"Need a ride? I'm going too."
"Nah. Arabella and Chase are coming to get me."
"You've been hanging out with them a lot."
"Is that a problem?" I turned around from sitting in the chair by the vanity.
"Hudson's family is not good, Brynn. I'm just trying to warn you. Bella and Chase smoke and drink, and so does Hudson. I don't want to see you hurt."
"I'll be okay." I turned back around and looked in the mirror.
My short black hair was down, mascara glided over my eyelashes, and lipgloss caressed my lips. I was wearing a basic grey shirt with high waisted black jeans that had two rips along the knee.
"Your body looks really good in that outfit, by the way." She said as she stood up and walked out of the room.
I looked in the body mirror, and saw that the shirt hugged my upper body and made my breasts look more defined, and my jeans made my butt pop.
She was right.
I walked into the connected bathroom and took my medication that I haven't taken in a few weeks. I heard my phone vibrate from the room, and walked back inside to see what the notification was.
8:21 PM
arabella / hey we're outside!!I put on my sneakers and grabbed my sweater. While walking down the stairs, I could hear a group of people laughing. I made it fully downstairs and saw that Andrea and her friends were in the living room.
They were all in pajamas and had the home screen of Netflix on the TV.
"I thought you were going to the party?" I asked them, mostly asking Andrea. She turned her body around on the couch, now facing me.
"Oh, well we changed plans and instead are having a sleepover." Andrea shrugged.
"You look good." Dylan said with a smirk on his face.
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amour plastique
Teen Fiction*completed* amour plastique. french for plastic love. plastic love. meaning fake love. brynn was hurt. bullied, abused, and now a foster child at 16. new school, new city, new year, new family hudson was used. fake friends, rich, but broken insi...