playing with fire

1 - i wanna live, not just survive tonight - 1

Alicia Rivera had done it again. She'd messed up; blown it, lost her chance at perhaps the greatest boy she had ever met and was now sitting in a cop car on the way home. So stupid, she thought to herself, as she stared sullenly out the window where it was drizzling rain. Alicia was still slightly drunk, but now she didn't care what happened to her. She only cared about what that slut Olivia Ryan was doing with her beau Josh Hotz.

Her parents would probably give her a lecture, a glass of water and ground her for a couple of months. That wouldn't be too bad. Besides, she hardly ever saw the Pretty Committee anymore, what could they be grounding her from? It's not like she had any friends to hang out with, and now she would be the talk of the school. Getting a ride home from a cop while you're drunk can really do that to you.

But, she had messed up! Alicia Rivera, queen of the cold shoulder and improvisation had messed up. She'd gotten drunk way before she was supposed to and had spilled all of her stupid secrets to a boy. (Named Josh, but that's not the point.)

Vaguely she remembers sitting on the porch, half tucked under his arm. She remembers the way he smiles at her.

"You're drunk," He says.

"I know," she slurs.

"Why'd you do that, anyway?" He asks.

She shrugs, "I don't know. It's not like anyone cares."

"I care."

His voice is so full of emotion she can't help herself. He's the only person who has cared about her…well, since the Derrick incident. And he didn't even hate her for it!

And yeah, okay, she starts crying.

"Everyone hates me! Massie, Dylan, Kristen and Claire awl hate me," she sobs.

"Why?" He asks, and that voice! It's so tender, and raw with emotion – not like a chicken wing.

"They think I-I'm a big s-slut and I slept with Derrick, but that's not true! I would n-never hurt Massie like that and I like…I like," she stutters and finally can't go on.

"Like?" He prompts.

"I really like you," she stares at the ground.

It's silent.

Alicia can't remember anything else past that, and the rest is a blur, but she was 90% sure something bad happened. Something that would make Josh not text her. Like maybe that bitch, Olivia Ryan, getting all cozy to him.

"Is this your house?" The cop asked her as they pulled into an estate.

"Yes," she muttered, glumly.

"Okay, you stay here. I need to talk to your parents."

As the cop sauntered away she rested her head on the window, the sounds of rains splattering on the pavement outside calming her. She hated this place. She hated everything. Her parents, her backstabbing "friends", stupid Olivia Ryan. The only one worth it was Josh and she'd blown it.

So stupid, she thought to herself again.

"Alicia, my baby," she heard her mother as she ran to the car, in 7 inch heels. She rattled the handle for a couple moments before the cop unlocked the door.

The young Latina knew this was all for attention – to show the cop they were loving parents and not the alcoholics they usually were when they didn't have company. But she played along, grovelling and spouting "I'm so sorry" like Claire.

And finally the moment of truth. The cop left and Alicia was in the company of two furious parents, angry at her for disrupting SNL.

"Do you really think this is okay?" Her dad spat, furious.

"We didn't raise you like this, Alicia," her mom let out a rather convincing sniffle.

No, the angry girl thought, you raised me like this.

"How many times did you think we'd let you get away with coming home drunk? Tell me, Alicia, you want us to get mad? You want us to hate you?" Her dad looked away and turned back with a glaring gaze. "You're one of our biggest mistakes."

Alicia, spit fire of Westchester, who never took any shit from any one broke down. She turned her eyes to the floor and allowed a tear to drop from her chocolate eyes. It splattered on the floor. And then she ran past her parents and into her house and up the stairs and she couldn't think. She just wanted out.

Things were so much easier two years ago, when they were still fourteen, young and crazy. And then things changed, the Pretty Committee changed. Claire became a total bitch, Massie became a snarky rude Alpha - not the best friend and best girl she knew, Kristen stayed home more often and Dylan became obsessed with her body. At sixteen years of age, Alicia Rivera was hanging from a thread. A thin one. One that could snap at any moment.

Her parents became alcoholics. Derrick Harrington wanted to use her to get back at Massie. Then everyone hated her. Except for Josh, and his texts were the only thing that kept her hanging on. Suddenly he had disappeared from her life, thanks to herself being so stupid and naive for even thinking such a nice guy like him could like someone like her.

Alicia Rivera was damaged goods.

She was supposed to seduce him! But instead all she got was a broken heart and a tear stained pillow. She needed to leave Westchester.

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Morning came and morning went. She didn't go to school that day. Her driver wasn't around, her parents weren't there. She wanted to sleep and vent and so she did just that. She felt miserable.

So when her parents knocked on the door after sobering up and told her some exciting news, she was elated.

"Alicia," her dad began solemnly, "we've decided in your current state, we don't want you here in our house. You have proved us dishonest and unreliable. You have a drinking problem and you come home far too late."

"You're kicking me out?" She gasped. "What about your drinking problem?"

Her father's moustache bristled, "We're not here to discuss my non-existent drinking problem. We're here to tell you some news."

Her mother continued, "You will not be going back to Octavian Country Day to complete your eleventh grade, you will not continue to live here in this town."

And her father took over, "We're sending you to boarding school. A boarding school in France."

It was the first time she smiled that day.

Hello everyone! it is i, kim, here with a new story all about alicia. going to boarding school.

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