Panic // Billie Eilish

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⚠️ = Trigger Warning (there is no rape in this book, but if there is something that I think could trigger some people, I will mark it.)

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Talia's POV

"Why are we pulling this dumb shit, again?" I ask Conan as I take another sip of my Mango White Claw Hard Seltzer. I used to love these, but damn, all I can taste now is sugar. I look through my vanity mirror at Conan who is behind me, chugging down yet another beverage. I roll my eyes, laughing a little before re-applying my lipstick which I keep smudging.

Considering that the lipstick is the only thing about my makeup that I keep messing up, I'm pretty content with how the rest of it is looking. And also am content with my outfit. It's a plain black spaghetti strap dress, which hugs my body tightly, landing halfway down my thigh.

"Well, it's your seventeenth and we just got our fake ID's" Conan replies, holding his up excitedly. "So I mean, what are we waiting for? And damn you look hot Mami" He picks up my silver hoop earrings for me.

"Yes, Seventeenth. Not twenty-first. This is illegal"

"And since when do we follow the law Tal? Just chill babe"

I sigh. He's right, we have broken the law a lot in the past; nothing bad of course. Just setting up a few fake charities here and there for some pocket money, selling little bags of grass to kids who can't tell the difference from weed, again for some pocket money, trespassing abandoned houses, hospitals and prisons for the fun of it... Shit like that. But in regard to drinking, I haven't had enough alcohol to get me drunk since Sacramento. I moved to LA, with my Mom, two years ago, and have been basically sober since.

"I promise it will be fun. Best night of your life even"

I nod, still unsure= because I know that Conan is going to end up getting me fully drunk. I've promised him at every party since my sixteenth here that I would let loose on my seventeenth.

Conan has been my best friend since I moved here. We instantly clicked in the 'Sexual Education' class, where we stole some condoms, filled them with condiments from the cafeteria during lunch break and chucked them off the roof, accidentally hitting some senior dudes. I swear to God, we didn't mean to, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And no, I don't even know how we came up with this random, unnecessary idea. But, I can tell you, it was fucking hilarious.

As Conan fixes his wavy black hair out of his face, I text my group of friends to see what time we are getting picked up.

"GOATS GO WILD" GROUP CHAT

Me: Hey when is someone picking Conan and I up?

Lexi: Nowish bb g. Omw

Wait isn't your boyfriend w u too?

Tristan♡: Nah I'm not at her house. Jus been hanging with the newbie that just arrived at our school today if any of y'all even bothered to show up

Harry: Shut the fuck up bro. It's your gf's bday, we had to skip school. Its tradition. Anyway, is the newbie comin? Or no fake ID

Tristan♡: Yeh she got an ID and she down if everyone cool with that.