"I cannot believe I'm the only down bitch here," Julian says, rolling his eyes. He takes multiple red solo cups and pours generous shots of Bacardi Gold into them.
"Yeah, I'm not about to down that gross ass rum without a chaser," I scream while motioning at my serving of Hawaiian Punch already in my hand. "This is the only thing that masks the taste."
Julian eyes me up and down, "Hm. Whatever, Kayci, just take the damn shot with us," he says while handing me another cup.
"Okay, so what is this shot for?" Madison asks, shot and chaser also in hand.
I scope out the rest of the room; Canali and Kyle are playfully arguing by the refrigerator, Lauren and Heather are finishing their Tik Tok by the TV, and sober Kataryna just wants the chaos to be over.
"For Kyle; that boy is finally 21!"
Not too sure who said that, but fuck it, we all agreed. "For Kyle!" I scream.
We cheers. We drink. Some of us chase. I wanted to die.
"Great," Kataryna motions towards the door, "so who's riding with me?"
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a/n
bruh wot the fuckkkkkk why am i writing this i feel like a dumbass but im bored out of my MIND, this shit sucks without a lil quaranTING by my side ahahha jk..... unless?
pls dont read this but if u do anyways do NOT take it seriously okay i already hate this as much as yall
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riff ram 》a tcu story (a.u.)
Teen Fictionwhen what seemed as just another boring school year turned into an unfortunate turn of events
