Broken Dreams Club - Elite

V

Lucrecia knew what she wanted say, but she didn't know exactly how to say it. It was weighing on her shoulders and her mind for a very long time. As she jutted her heels one after the other, striding forward towards the private library door, she knew that Guzman was close behind her because she'd been asking him to talk since the morning, but he had no time until that moment. 

"May I speak now?" she asked sarcastically, to which Guzman gave a slight nod of his head followed by a mumbled 'okay?'

He wasn't okay. As much as Lu wanted to believe that everything was solely because of the death of his sister and him being distant from his family, she knew that deep down Alaska held a piece fo that weight. 

"I don't like having to scold you like a child, Guzman. I do not like it," she continued, "I spent the whole summer with you to comfort you and support you, to move on from all of this shit . . . We both decided to do all this, but you're not helping. I want to be your girlfriend, not your fucking mother!" She concluded, slamming her fist o the table in frustration.

"I know, Lu," Guzman interrupted as calmly as possible, "And I'm eternally grateful. But as my 'girlfriend', can't you understand that I've had a shitty summer and I feel like having fun?-"

"And I've been with you all that shitty summer!-"

"You're always telling me to have fun. Well, that's what I'm fucking doing!"

"Well then have fun, asshole! Have as much fun as you want! Take drugs, get drunk. You want to end up a junkie . . ."

From the front of the room, Valerio chuckled, which made Nadia look up at him from her book. 

He chuckled knowingly at the word 'junkie', and decided it was time for him to step in before one of them would say something they'd regret.

"Que paso . . . que paso?" He stretched as he waltzed into the room, ready to offer Guzman some casual cocaine.

Valerio never felt any type of way over his drug use because he knew that he could still control himself if he wanted. He wasn't an addict just yet, and he wasn't trying to be one. All he wanted was to have a good time, not a long time. 

On the surface, the brunette wanted that for Guzman as well and that was why he was more than excited to line to coke up for him on the desk. There was only a small fraction of his conscience that felt guilty for even using drugs himself, let alone offering some to Guzman, non matter how in control he was. 

That fraction was Alaska.

If she found out what was going on, there was no telling how much deep shit he'd be in with her. So he kept that a secret from her for a little bit.

Nadia was smart and she had an inkling of what was happening in the room, but just to be sure, she walked over to Lu who was stood on the terrace just so she could ask:

"What're they doing?"

Lu bit back a chuckle and after seconds, responded, "I suppose the only way my brother makes chemistry stick in his head is through his nose."

"What about Guzman? Aren't you worried?" Nadia asked, hating the part of herself that was concerned about the wellbeing of her ex-friend's ex-boyfriend.

"I couldn't care less," Lu replied too quickly, "he can do whatever he wants . . . maybe you should talk to him." 

"Me?"