Glass House

Pilot

Katie's POV

"Wow what a fuckin line," I slurred, my vision blurry. My nose burned all the way down my throat. Angel dust was quite the nickname. I ran my hands through my hair, dropping the 20 dollar bill. I looked around, trying to find Zack.

Zack and I had been friends since high school. He was about 6', strong jaw line, soft brown eyes, black hair, olive skin tone, big ass hands, wore a medium in men's, broad shoulders, thicker eye brows, the same nose as David Dobrik, and was missing his left ear lobe. He went through girls like underwear. He dressed like your average hipster in L.A. We met freshman year in Biology and we both failed it. We had to retake it the next year, and they separated our classes after that. We caused some trouble, skipped to go down to this pond behind my house all the time. We started smoking weed Junior year. We bought it from his friend Jace after homecoming the first time. He kept buying from him until we moved. He smokes it regularly, but I was more of a cigarettes and coke kind of girl. Anyways, we graduated and moved to L.A. I started doing coke about two months after moving out there. We lived with his grandparents for about two years. Did I mention that his grandparents died? Sorta harsh to just throw that out there like that, but his grandma was a nut case. She yelled at walls and screamed at us for things we didn't do. Plus the drugs kind of just numb the fuck out of you so it's hard to feel those things. She died in February and then his grandpa died in April. We stayed at the house, it was paid off. Zack had a job, and I dealt coke. We've redone some shit in the house and it made it look nicer. Things were.. chill. But we were known in the partying community. People knew me especially.

"Dude there's some concert tonight! We should fuckin go," Zack yelled from the bathroom down the hall.
"Yo we should! I'm gonna get dressed." I went into my room and stripped down to nothing. I slid on some nylon tights, pulling a little black dress over it. It pushed my tits up just enough. I slid some black heels on, then brushed my long brown hair. I shoved some cute little pink heart earrings in. I quickly put on black eye liner, and a softer pink lipgloss. I shoved the gloss under my left tit. I walked out, seeing Zack in ripped jeans, a pink and blue button up with little squiggly lines all over it, his hair slightly gelled up, and a tight black bracelet on.

"Nice," he said. I nodded.

"Same to you fella." We quickly locked the doors and left, jumping in the little red car his grandpa gave him. It was sorta scratched up from Zack going in a ditch the night he did shrooms. I lit up a cigarette, checking my hair in the mirror. I opened the glove box, pulling out a small bag. I carefully dumped a little white dust on my hand, snorting it. Zack turned up the Mötley Crüe on the radio. I hit my cigarette, looking out around at the houses we were passing. We drove for another 15 minutes, pulling up to a large concert venue.

"How much are tickets?" I asked.

"Yo we're getting in for free if you offer a dime bag. Come on'." I laughed, knowing he was right. We parked in the back parking lot, giving the guard a little bag with dust in it. I had sold to him once before. We got up close, getting out. We walked up and the tall male guard stopped us.

"Names?" He asked sternly. I pulled my dress down a little, holding my lipgloss carefully. A small baggy was shoved in my cleavage.

"Pretty please." His eyes widened, and he took the bag. He sighed and let us in. We had been in L.A. for three years and I pretty much knew all the bouncers, or at least sold to their friends. I sold to a lot of people. I had a bunch of money in a savings account. We were trying to save up a lot so we could get a bigger place, a new car, and whatever else. I walked through, knowing there was probably some celebrity somewhere. Zack saw three girls with their tits out and was headed in their direction. I saw a man with shortish bleach blonde hair. We was shirtless, and had some sweatpants on. His entire top was covered in tats. I chewed my lip, looking him up and down. He turned towards me and my god he was fine. Nose ring, soft looking lips, pale skin, tall as fuck, and big hands. I wanted to know who that was. I started walking over, my head held high. He saw me coming, and his body turned more towards me.

//what happens NOW? Anyways it'll get better but here's this\\