Chapter 4: Clarity

Reagan POV

The party has been going on for at least two hours now and Reagan was having a good time. She was able to forget everything that happened in the last year, the cheating and her break up with Alana. It was just her and the music. The way it should be. The rave was packed and it was starting to get steamy. Reagan decided to go on her break, she started playing music from her queue. She made her way out of the DJ booth and onto the floor. There was a lot of weird looking dudes, followed by some plain looking girls. No one really caught her attention. Except this cute blonde that just walked in but she seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

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Amy POV

Amy made her way into the party with only one thing in mind. Getting the stuff from her dealer, Lewis. He was this tall Hispanic guy who was pretty intimidating.

She texted him:

I'm here.

Lewis:

Alright. Meet me in the backroom where they keep sound equipment.

Amy made her way to the back of the room and saw him wearing a University of Florida hoodie. He gave her a wide smile and stuck out his hand.

She placed her monthly allowance in his palm. Of course, Amy picked the most expensive bad habit.

He counted the cash, handed her what she needed, and told here "You are starting to be my best customer. I hope to see you soon."

She grabbed it and walked away quickly, not wanting to prolong this night any longer. She went straight into the bathroom and took the handicap stall. She took a decent amount of coke and snorted it just like they do in the movies. It immediately started to kick in and Amy finally felt okay at least for a little while, she placed the plastic bag of the white substance in her purse. She went to the faucet to clean her hands and Amy couldn't help but notice how much she changed over the past year. From before "faking it" with Karma, when she was just an innocent sophomore whose only addiction was doughnuts. Now her face has aged and she can see dark circles under her eyes. She is now a coke-addicted junior who has almost killed her mother. No wonder Karma couldn't love her back when she looked like this. Amy shook her head not wanting to think about all the things wrong in her life and decided she wanted to leave the rave immediately.

As she rushed out of the bathroom, she got hit in the face with the restroom door. Amy stumbled back and fell against the wall.

"Ouch! Watch it moron."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. That really hurt." Amy looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Do I know you? Do you work at a hospital?" Amy asked.

"No… But do you need to go to a hospital that bump doesn't look good." The mysterious brunette replied.

Amy felt her forehead; she got up and looked into a mirror noticing a purple bump forming on her forehead almost immediately.

"Shit. My mom is gonna kill me." Even though Farrah wouldn't acknowledge her existence she wouldn't be pleased if she saw her daughter with markings on her.

"I take it you are not supposed to be here. How old are you?" The brunette asked.

"What are you a cop? What's up with these questions?" Amy retorted.

The brunette brought her hands back. "Me nooooo… I mean I'm not one to talk. I'm nineteen and you can smell the Vodka in my breath."

Amy was ashamed at how snappy she was getting. "I'm sorry. And yes I shouldn't be here I'm seventeen."

"Considering I almost knocked you out, your secret is safe with me. Come here I'll cover up your bump with some concealer."

Amy gave in and sat on the sink as the older girl leaned over her and worked on her bump. She looked so familiar and could only associate her with hospital, but she doesn't know why. Maybe she has her confused with someone else. This girl had large headphones that hung on her neck. So she assumed her to be the DJ. Only when the girl leaned over is when Amy noticed how attractive she was. She had long black hair and big pouty lips. She had the prettiest brown eyes and as she looked right into her eyes she could see she had the same look Amy had when she looked in the mirror a couple of minutes ago. A look of exhaustion, a look of sadness.

"So do you DJ full time?" Amy asked wanting to make small talk to help distract her from how nervous she all of a sudden felt.

"No, I cater-waiter by day and DJ at night." She said sarcastically.

"Like Superman?" Amy immediately regretting letting that slip from her mouth.

The DJ gives her this WTF? Look and replies "Sure if Superman was a cater waiter and his super power was being a DJ... So are you here by yourself or did your boyfriend drag you over here, cause you don't seem to be having a great time?"

"No I don't have any boyfriends around me right now" The DJ arched her eyebrow and bit her lip looking immediately interested.

"and my friends dragged me here." Amy continued.

She knew the second part was the complete opposite but she wasn't going to tell some random stranger about her recent drug deal.

"….. And all better." The brunette said as she finished patting Amy's forehead.

"So are you sure you're okay?" The brunette asked.

Amy got off the sink and looked into the mirror. It was as if she never got smacked in the face with a door in the first place. Which was a relief in itself because she wouldn't have to repeat that embarrassing experience in verbal form.

"Yeah, honestly I'm fine and thanks for help covering it up."

"Don't worry about it and ummm… since you feel better would you mind dancing with me." The DJ asked almost seductively.

Amy stared at the girl and smirked. For the first time this night she actually wanted to stay. This girl was like her remedy, she allowed her to forget all these tragedies.

"Yeah, I'd like that."