Falling For Coke

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

"Bright," Grace scolds me. "You wasted a whole tissue box. That's like a hundred plus tissues. Think about the trees!"

"B...but," I sob, the tears streaking down my face.

"Bright Young, do not tell me you are going to make me go to the drug store to get more tissues for you again," Grace warns. "Or I will kill you."

"Just shut up, Grace," I say harshly, glaring at her. She blinks, hurt.

"Fine," she says. "You go find someone else to buy your tissues. And if you're done being a fucked up spoiled brat bitch, go find me at the club." She turns, and goes briskly away, slamming the door behind her.

I'm freaking PMSing.

"Wait, Grace!" I rush after her but I stop.

Cue dramatic violin music, stare into space with a pitiful look on my face, and my life is officially a soap opera.

I need to do something. I need to relieve my tired brain. Breathe in, breath out. Repeat.

I need to de-virginize my mouth.

Breathe in, breathe out...

"Fuck," I say. "Fuck my fucked up life."

And then I smile.

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"Hello, person. This is Grace Perkins and if you are hearing this message right now, I'm probably off trying out awesome food or skyping Alex. Leave a message!"

I sigh. "Where are you Grace?" And then I stop. "Grace, you're at the club. The club."

I run into the street and wave at an incoming taxi like a lunatic.

"Club," I say, collapsing in the backseat. "Club. Step on it, please."

"Geez, kid," he grumbles, stepping on the gas.

"And I'm a grown woman. I'm twenty plus I'm going through PMS right now so hurry up, kid, before I knock your head off," I growls. Oh my god, what's going on with me?

"Don't light a fuse to your tampon, woman," he says grumpily. "Anyway, we're here so cough up the moola."

I cough up the moola then rush to the club.

"Here's my ID," I say before they can ask. "And no this isn't fake, and I'm twenty and my friend might be in here, contracting STDs so step away from the door, Mr. Bouncer."

"Ooooh, woman you going through PMS?" the bouncer asks as he lets me through.

"As a matter of fact, yes I am so if you'll excuse me..."

I burst into the dark room with flashing neon lights and a DJ mixing some tunes in a corner.

"Hey, baby," a man who has clearly never heard of hygiene breathes his alcohol scented breath into my face with a husky voice.

"Uhuh," I say pushing him away. Gross.

I weave through the crowd until I reach the bar counter.

"Want a shot? Or maybe two shots!" the bartender asks me. She, thankfully, wasn't drunk so it was okay.

"No thanks," I say. "Say, did you see a girl about my age around here? Kind of tall, curly auburn hair, green eyes?"

She nods and points in the direction of the private rooms. "Yup. Went in there with some guy. She ordered about, what, ten shots!"

Grace, you idiot. "Oh my god, thanks so much!"

I head to the private rooms until I heard this:

Grace: Moaning

Some guy: Also moaning

I nearly fainted.

Please, God, please make that guy be Alex. Please. I'm so sorry for cursing. I also hope they used protection, amen, I pray in my mind frantically.

After about ten minutes, I hear loud snoring coming from inside the room. Quietly, I open the door and step inside. Plan is to tiptoe in, get Grace's butt out of that place, tiptoe out, go to the drugstore, buy a pregnancy test.

After I see the state Grace is in, I cover my mouth in shock.

"Grace, you idiot!" I whisper.

She's beside a guy who I have never met in my life. The guy was okay, black hair, freckles, tan. They were both snoring. And they were each clothed with only a towel. I also saw about more than ten shot glasses on the bedside table.

She opens her eyes, sees me, then her eyes go as big as Dobby's eyes.

"BR-!?"

"Shhhhh!" I whisper even softer, clamping my hand over her mouth. I jerk my head to the guy. "Let's get out of here! Where're your clothes?"

"What? My clothes?"

"Yes, your goddamn clothes, Grace! Where are they?"

Grace blinks at me before saying, "Aha, well...Ripped."

"Grace you idiot!" I take a deep breath. "How about the guy's clothes?"

"On the table."

"Okay. Here's the plan. Wear his clothes because I will not let you walk out in only a towel. Then let's go right now."

I cover my eyes as she changes into the guy's baggy shirt and pants. Then quietly, we sneak out of the room. And then Grace, being clumsy, closes the door a little too hard.

The guys eyes flicker open. Then they land on us.

"My clothes!" He howls, and bolts towards us.

"RUN!" I scream.

We weave through the crowd, dodging the drinking people with the guy hot on our heels.

"TAXI!" we yell at the top of our voices, bursting into the street.

"PERKINS!" his voice roars behind us. "COME BAACK!"

A taxi skids to a halt and we dive into the backseat and slam the door just as the guy reaches us. We collapse, breathing hard. I tell the taxi driver to drive to our apartment and we take off in silence.

Finally I turn to Grace. "Look, I'm really sorry for being a fucked-up bitch but what just happened to night was just..."

"Bright Young. You did not just curse right now."

"Pfft. What just happened back there."

Grace sighs then starts her story,"So I was really really annoyed with you, sorry. And I really wanted a drink. I needed one. So I went to the club and got some shots.

"Then after that, I ran into Chris and ya know, I was drunk. Plus he was drunk too. And so we started flirting and we got carried away until we did...that. And now I'm dead with Alex. Plus I think we didn't use protection."

She bursts into tears.

"Oh, Grace," I say softly. I pull her in for hug. "I'm such a stupid friend."

"I'm such a stupid friend too."

And we didn't speak for the rest of the ride.

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Hi guys! Eh, this is a suckish chapter ;p So this is the new update and all. Sorry if I didn't update for so long. I suck. Anyhoo...

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