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you get me so high- nbdh
[Jade's Pov]

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January 17th, 2019 10:30 pm

"you guys ready?" Dean said, eyeing the entire room filled with college girls. "Let's have some fun," Julian said walking in with a devious smirk. We followed in behind him, watching him walk to a table filled with snacks and drinks. He pulled out a tiny bottle, filled with a liquid; pouring it into the punch bowl. My eyes widened at his actions.

"what the fuck is he doing?"

"Chill out Jade...we're just having a little fun," Dean said. "Yeah, jade don't be a party pooper" Ronnie tried to lighten the mood, hip bumping me with a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes before walking off into the crowd of bodies.

I headed down a hallway to avoid the flashing lights, luckily I brought my own booze. I pulled out a small liquor bottle I had stashed in my jacket pocket; twisting open the cap, pouring the burning substance down my throat. Although it did taste watered down.

"I see you still rather stand alone." I shot my head to a familiar voice.

I turned not expecting the sudden change.

He grew his hair out, it now flopping a bit over his face. He was a bit taller and I could tell he's been working out. He wore a grey crewneck, black pants with a simple white shoe. He even wore a chain around his neck, matching the ring on his finger.

maybe I was staring, but I couldn't lie and say he didn't look good.

He walked up to me slowly, his signature smile.

"Hi Jade," he said smoothly, almost making me smile from hearing my name.

"Hi"

"I was hoping I see you sooner or later," he said, bringing a red solo cup to his lips. He was drinking?

"Uh is that the punch?" I said, remembering what Julian did.

"I know better," he said drinking his drink.

Reminding me of the time I told him about Julian and Dean spiking people drinks at parties we've crashed. Leaving afterward laughing once they found out they were passed out. It's sick because it gives predators an advantage. But they don't think about those things.

I watched him and he just had this weird glow about him. "You wanna smoke?" he said, surprised he's even asking me. A grin formed on my lips

"Thought you never ask"

...

There was a small sofa in the hallway, we were completely stoned, should I add that I'm also drunk as fuck. I was slurring my words, my mind is fogged and my eyes barely open. We both were slumped down in the chair, looking at the ceiling, listening to the faded music.

"why you stop responding to me?" I hear Grayson say, making me look at him. In a way, he looked completely sober. I was almost zoning out when I had the sudden urge to laugh. He probably thinks I'm laughing at him.

"It's not funny," he said sternly, making me stop. My throat suddenly dry, search for saliva was difficult.

I scooted over, our faces being centimeters apart.

"Because you were stupid to talk to me a second time" the words came out as a whisper. "You should have listened to your mom because she's right about me," I said, the words eating away at him.

He sat up, having the most irritated look on his face.

"Says the girl who craves attention and blames her actions on her dead parents," he said, causing my eyes to shoot open.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!" He said with almost the same rage.

He stood up, beginning to walk away. I got up too fast, immediately wobbling into the wall. I saw him turn back quickly being concern about me.

"No! don't you dare speak on my parents you don't know half of what I been through! You piece of shit!" I yelled pushing him away from me.

"I told you one stupid thing and you think you know my entire life story," I said, watching him stand there.

"Sorry," he said walking off, back to the party.

I sat down feeling my high being blown, holding my head in my hands, pushing my hair to the back. I rugged through my jack pocket, finding the small pill. The guy's words hitting my brain.

"I don't usually do this but...I'll let you try one for free and you come back if you like it"

I popped the pill in my mouth before getting up, leaving.

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