Demi's point of view
The next day I wake up and go over to my stash and take a hit of my drug. I know that I won't be able to endure six hours of school without it. I go to my closet and take out a tight, pretty blue dress that I got from good will. I also throw on a pair of black pumps to go with it. I go to the small bathroom that we have in the apartment and curl my pretty light brown hair. I throw on a layer of some cheap mascara and head for the door with my butterfly tote that I've had since I was about twelve. As I am walking out the door I notice my mom asleep on the couch. I can smell the alcohol from across the room and I am repulsed. I hate her so much. She screwed all of us. I slam the door extra hard behind me and I'm sure that she's awake now.
"You piece of trash!" she screams from inside, "You don't pay for this house! How dare you slam the door?!"
I also hear Dallas's voice as I head down the stairs.
"Neither do you! You don't pay for shit! You're lucky I don't kick you out. Don't you dare tell Demi what she can or can't do in MY house."
One of my friends from my group, Selena picks me up in her BMW. She's fairly wealthy and it makes me pretty jealous of her sometimes. She has almost a picture perfect life but she decided to throw it away for some drug.
"Good morning," she mumbles as she takes a sip of her Starbucks cup. She has sunglasses on and she doesn't look all that hot today so she must have had a rough night.
"Rough night?" I inquire as she backs out of the driveway.
"You have no idea. I got into a fight with David and he won't give me anymore cocaine. I feel like I'm dying without it Demi, I swear I do."
"I'm sorry Lena," I say sympathetically. I know the feeling. Being without drugs is the worst feeling possible. It makes you feel like you're dying.
We pull into the school and immediately meet up with the rest of our group. Trace, Miley, David, and Nick.
Trace is the leader of our group because he's the oldest. He stayed back three times. The rest of us are either 17 or 18 and he's 21. This was his last chance at graduating. He will be kicked out if he doesn't pass this year.
Trace gives me a dirty look and I can tell he's still mad about yesterday. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I make it seem like I need his attention, like a little puppy dog so hopefully he won't be as mad. Trace likes to have control over me.
"I'm sorry baby," I whisper as I nuzzle my face into his neck. He smells like weed and cologne. He must have smoked right before he came into school.
He rubs my back and kisses my forehead. "It's alright baby. Just don't do it again."
Trace always acts like this in front of the group. Like he's boyfriend of the year or something. When it's just us that's when his mean side comes out. I guess he has to act nice in front of the group though since his half-sister is a part of it.
"What are we doing tonight?" David asks, clearly ignoring Selena. He must be pissed at her still for whatever it is they're fighting about.
"How about we all go over to my house?" Miley suggests. She's also one of my best friends. She's absolutely crazy though. She goes harder than both me and Selena. Nick's one of the mellowest guys of the group so I guess they balance each other out.
"Nah babe, my house." Nick says, "No parents will be home so we can get turnt up all night."
The whole group smirks and we all agree as the bell rings and sends us off to our separate classes.
For my first class I have Senior English with Miley. English has always been my favorite subject. Despite the absences, I still have a solid A in this class. It's pretty damn amazing actually. Miley on the other hand, has a C-.
The rest of the day drags on until lunch. I only have Selena and Nick in this lunch. The rest of the group has the other lunch together.
"So Nick what should I bring to your house?" Selena asks while dipping a potato wedge into some ketchup.
"Whatever you want," Nick answers. "Just bring a lot of it because my parents won't be back until Sunday so we have the whole night to party."
"I have to ask my sister if I can come," I say as I pull out my cellphone. I text Dallas and of course she says yes. "Alright I'm in."
"So Demi, how's Trace?" Selena asks as she makes a kissy face. It makes me feel awkward but I just laugh it off.
"We're good I guess," I reply.
"I guess?" Selena questions me as she raises her eyebrow. "What's the matter with THE perfect couple?"
Inside I laugh. Perfect couple? I think you mean couple from hell.
"Nothing's wrong. I don't know why I said I guess."
Nick looks at me and for a slight moment I'm caught off guard. I could see it in his eyes that he knows I'm lying. I think he knows that Trace treats me bad.
