This chapter has a warning. There is alcohol and a lot of drug use. If you don't like it, then don't read it. There's a reason this is an M rated fic.
The writing probably won't be as good as it hopefully was in this chapter, because I had no clue what the hell I was talking about in it. It's a short chapter, but very important to the development of the story.
HI BAILEY! I GOT A NEW EMAIL ADDRESS!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique.
After screwing up my events, I left the track meet, not even waiting for coach to yell at me. Currently, I didn't give a shit how I did. I just didn't want to see Derrick and Hunter walk around like the new couple they were, holding hands and giggling. I wanted my best friend to be happy; I just wanted him to be happy with me.
I walked quickly out to my car, trying to get away from everything. I sat in the driver's seat for a while, just thinking to myself. About nothing. About everything. I wanted the voice in my head that were taunting me to stop talking. To stop shouting the fact that I wasn't with Derrick and he loved someone else. That I wasn't good enough for him. And if I wasn't good enough for my best friend, who was I good enough for?
I knew exactly where to go when I felt like this. I didn't want to go, but it was better than the alternative. A lot better.
The stale beer and loud music was familiar. But unlike the last times I had been here five years ago, it wasn't comforting. I didn't enjoy it. I felt weak because I was giving up, but I didn't care because I wanted to stop thinking about Derrick and Hunter so goddamn badly. I wanted all of my thoughts to go away, and I knew the exact way to do it.
I walked over to the bar and sat down in front of the bartender who had his back turned to me.
"What can I get ya, missy?" A gruff voice said to me as I looked up from my hands. I gave a half-smile. "Claire Lyons," Gavin said, with slight disappointment in his voice. "I hoped I would never see you here again."
"I know, Gavin. I hoped I would never be here again. But things have changed, and I need our old usual to deal with it."
"Fine. But only because I know what would happen if I didn't help you this way." He grabbed the liquor off the shelf to make my Zombie. It was one of the strongest drinks you can have, with a shot of dark rum, one shot of white rum, and one shot of spiced rum, and a bunch of other flavorings that I didn't care about back then.
Around me, I heard the familiar sniffing of people getting high off of cocaine and other drugs in the dark booths around me. I gulped and ran my fingers through my hair as Gavin placed my drink in front of me.
"Have fun." He said, walking away to leave me with my familiar addiction. I took a swig of the drink, feeling the alcohol slide down my throat. It burned and I felt disgusting. But I felt somewhat better.
Two Zombies later, I was sitting drunk in a booth giggling with Wes wrapped around me.
"Come on Kuh-Laire. You haaaaaave to try it." Wes said drunkenly hiccupping.
"But West, I don't waant to." I whispered in his ear.
"Puh-lease?"
"Okay."
Not entirely sure what I was agreeing to, Wes gave me the tube we were all using and I drunkenly shoved it up my nose. I laid it down on the line that was cut for me and sniffed hard.
It was my first time doing Coke in five years. It felt fucking good. Three or four more hits later and adrenaline hit my veins. It felt soooo good. "More Wes, I want more."
"Sorry sweet-cheeks. You should have come earlier."
I was feeling childish and immature so I turned away from him. As I whipped my head around, my vision clouded over and my ears started to ring. I got dizzy, but I wanted to by away from here. I wanted more of the fun stuff.
"We have speed-balls, though." Was said, tempting me. My ears perked up at the mention of my old friend.
"Set me up for a line." I demanded. This was the serious stuff and there was no going back after that.
Short chapter, but pretty crucial. We all have to understand that Claire is having a difficult time coping right now, so she reverts back to the old ways. Sorry it's taken me forever to update, but my school load is almost unbearable. Please review guys.
Speedball: A mix of Cocaine and Heroin
