f e e l the burn
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disclaimer: i only own my ideas
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Inhale, Exhale.
Massie Block swiftly sucked in. Rap music was blaring throughout the room, but to Massie it was just a buzzing in her ear. The sweet smell of Griffin Hasting's special blend of marijuana filled the air. Everything was a blur of colors and lights. Everything was surreal, just the way Massie hated it.
The bitter taste of beer was stuck on her tongue. There was a boy touching her Gucci-clad ass, but she couldn't make out his face. Her parents thought that she was studying at Alicia's, but in reality Massie was smoking a bong, drinking beer, and hooking up with an unknown boy.
I shouldn't be doing this…
"Ehmagawd!" Claire Lyons shrieked, then giggled loudly.
Massie rolled her amber eyes. Claire was so fucking annoying when she was stoned.
Massie knew what she was doing was wrong, but it was what she was supposed to do. She was popular. She was cool. And everyone knew what the popular kids did.
It was her role.
But Massie still couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness from her bronze, perfectly toned stomach.
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Cough, Cough.
Layne Abeley couldn't hold it in any longer. It pierced her lungs and made her feel like she was having an asthma attack. It burned. The room was spinning. The loud metal music playing in Dempsey Soloman's basement was giving her a major headache.
Her black eyeliner was smeared everywhere. Her multi-colored hair was disheveled. Her lip-ring was irritating her gums. Her mom thought that she was just going to the movies, but instead she was smoking pot and drinking vodka in Dempsey Soloman's basement.
It was what she was supposed to do, all her friends said. She wasn't really a rebel unless she didn't smoke, drink, and break all the rules.
"Layne," Dempsey slurred, "Come here and gimme a kiss."
Before she knew what was happening he was on top of her and in her and there was nothing she could do about it.
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Massie sat behind the bleachers and cried. She had lost control. All her friends did was drink, smoke, and have sex. She had nobody to turn to and no way to get out.
A shadow crossed the grainy sidewalk.
Massie looked up and widened her eyes. It was that goth or whatever loser, Layne Abeley.
"Are you alright?" Layne questioned.
Massie wiped her mascara-stained eyes. "I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yep." Massie nodded.
Massie got up and started to walk away.
"You know, I get it." Layne called after her, "I'm going through the same thing."
Massie stopped and turned around. "What are you talking about?"
Layne sighed. "The drugs, the sex, the alcohol. My friends do it too."
"Really?" Massie questioned.
"Yeah," Layne replied, "You feel like there's no way out don't you?"
Massie nodded.
"Stop, Massie." Layne whispered, "You're better than this. We're better than this."
Massie Block had more in common with Layne Abeley than she could've ever thought.
A/N:
Yeah that sucked. But I wrote it in 10 minutes, what do you expect?
