Paige turned around so that she was facing me, but still answering Emma. "Its my body, not yours. Stop worrying."

"Your damaging your-"
"Emma!" Paige snapped as she turned around. "My life. My body. I can screw them both if I want."

Emma looked hurt. "Your going to regret this."

"Your just saying that because your a goody two-shoes. You've never gotten high before in your life!" Hazel rolled her eyes.

"Alex," Emma looked at me desperately. "Are you seriously, smoking? Throw that thing out the window!"

I really wanted to stick up for her, but I didn't want to waste Paige's cigarette like that after she paid for it. "It'll be a waste."

When I blew out the smoke, Hazel turned my head so that I was facing Emma. Emma choked and waved her hand in the air, trying to make the smell go away. I could see the tears building up in her eyes when she gave us all one last work and walked away.

--

"I feel bad." I said as we walked through the woods.

"Why, hon?" Paige asked. "Don't feel bad. Emma does this all the time, you'll feel bad at first but then it just gets annoying after awhile and you'll just say screw it."

"I guess," I sighed.

Paige smiled while she held onto my arm. "I'll get your mind off of her. Hazel, can you give Alex some weed?"

Hazel handed her a bong. "All for you."

"Thanks," I muttered.

I threw the cigarette on the ground since I was finished with it. I watched Hazel as she put the white cooler down -wait, she brought a cooler?- and open it. She took out three wine glasses. Then, I realized something.

"Hey," I poked Paige. "Where's that other girl? The one who was sitting in the passenger seat."

"She had to go home." Paige looked at the ground. "She didn't say why."

After Paige finished talking, I noticed that Hazel was handing me pills. There were three of them. "What's this?"

"Darveset." Hazel put them in my hand. "Painkiller."

"We'll take care of you," Paige smiled as she put her arms around my shoulders.

I took a deep breath to relax myself then let it out. When I put one of the pills in my mouth, Hazel handed me a wineglass. Not even bothering to ask what it was- 'cause, I'm stupid- I took a drink of it and swallowed the pill. Nobody said anything until I swallowed all three of them.

"What is this?" I asked, looking inside the glass.

"Tiquilla." Hazel smiled. "Its good, isn't it?"

I nodded. When Hazel turned her back to make one for Paige, I pulled her closer to me and whispered in her ear. "It smells like ass."

Paige chuckled. "You don't have to drink it if you don't-"

"No!" Hazel turned around. "She has to drink it."

--

It had to be about an hour later- two, three, four?- I laughed out loud and didn't even get to think of the rest of the sentence. The bonfire Hazel made was mad high. Like me, I thought. I cracked up after I said that. I dug my hand into my purse and took out a small lotion I had. I threw it into the fire.

"Alex!" Paige yelled, shoving me out of the way.

I watched as the bottle exploded. "Sick!"

"That's how your going to feel in the morning," Paige started shaking her head then looked at Hazel. "How many Jell-o shots did you give her?"

Hazel shrugged. "I stopped counting after five."

"WHAT!?" Paige screamed. "You gave her more than five? What the hell's wrong with you?!"

"Oh, please." Hazel rolled her eyes. "You knew I was going to get her drunk and high tonight, so don't act like your surprised."

Paige was going to yell at Hazel again, but I asked her for another cigarette. That's when she snapped at me. "No, Alex. No more. I'm taking you home."

--

My head was spinning. The room was spinning. It felt like someone kept pounding the back of my head with a hammer. What was wrong with me? When I looked down I realized that my head was over a white toilet. . . What the hell, was someone trying to drown me? I then felt something cold and wet on my forhead.

"Please, stop struggling." A voice whispered.

I turned my head to see who it was. "Paige?"

She smiled. "Yeah, hon."

I was about to say something, but I felt something go up my throat. The feeling made me sick and I puked all inside the toilet. "Ugh. What happened?"

"I'll tell you when you're not sick," Paige promised.

--

"I told you I'd take care of you." Paige said, on the phone.

I twirled the wire around my finger. "I know, and you did... thanks."
"How do you feel now?" She aked, full concern in her voice.

"Better." Why was she worried about me?

"That's good!"

I could hear the relief in her voice. When my door slammed open, I almost fell off the bed from jumping. "Can you get out of my room?"

"No!" Chad snapped. "Get the fuck off the phone!"

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I sighed. "I'll call you later, okay?"