bad girls

22

Alyssa

Why the hell would I ever agree to attend a party full of potheads? I don't even know. But I want cake. I want the cake Melany promised me. Problem is, I lost Melany. And Clary. And Tori. And Dakota. Shit. I don't have time to look for them, because if I look for them, I'll probably bump into some weird people and I definitely don't want that. So I'll just look for the cake. Cake, cake, where would I find cake?

The kitchen. I need to get to the kitchen. I walk through the crowded basement determined to find the kitchen when I find it.

"I made cake! Fuck yeah!" A brunette boy says excitedly. I get close to him and when he notices me he says, "What's your name, babe?"

"Alyssa." I say shyly. God, I'm so bad at talking to boys! The boy doesn't seem to mind my shyness at all.

"Chuck." He shakes my hand, he looks at the cake beside him and says, "Uh, I made cake. Want some?" I look at him as if he just proposed to me.

"Of course I do!" I say as he cuts a piece. I eat it and realize it is delicious but has a weird taste to it. Little did I know that it was more than just a weird taste.

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"Alyssa, let's go somewhere else. Let's go to a room." Chuck says, I don't know why but I nod. I made out with him for about twenty minutes and I feel so happy. Who knew weed would be such a happy drug? I know for certain that I wouldn't be even a bit attracted to Chuck if it wasn't for that cake. You should know bitches love cake.

"Wait Chuck. I wanna dance!" I say, letting myself go along with the music. "I feel so good! I don't want to go just yet. Let's dance!" And we dance, and dance until we get tired.

"Now you wanna go?" He asks. I nod.

"Yes, let's go."