bad girls

21

Clary

I miss Chris's party soul in this moments. He would dance like crazy with me and we would drink all night. Oh, fucking Kelsey.

"Hey." I look up from where I'm sitting. A blue eyed boy with messy blonde hair just said hi to me.

"Hi." I say and he sits beside me.

"Having fun, blondie?" He looks at me. I think he's flirting.

"Um, kinda."

"Wanna have fun?" He leans closer.
I stare at him.

"I have a boyfriend, blondie." I answer.

"I wasn't talkin about sex. I don't fuck blonde girls. Only brunettes." He laughs loudly. I suddenly feel embarassed but stay still. I feel offended deep inside.

"So?"

"Cocaine.Want some?" He puts a small bag with white dust enfront of me.

"Sure." I smile and open the small bag. I arrange the dust on a line. That's how you do it, I guess. I've learned from some friends and Tv.

I grab a straw and breathe it in. Wow, it feels so awful and great at the same time.

I lean back on my chair and close my eyes. That's better. Music seems louder. I breathe in more. Colors seem more vivid. All boys look cuter.

"Gosh! I love this!" I yell. Blonde guy laughs.

"First time tasting Coke?" He asks but the question confuses in my thoughts.

"Sure." I feel exotic. Alive. I get up and dance with every kid dancing. It feels so good.