I really suck at proofreading. I hate doing it, so I don't. So here is this, unedited version of Chapter Three! Also, I'm interested in doing a "Choose your own adventure" type story. The story would be written in second person and you would have a variety of options to choose from, something like decisions. For example at the end of a section would be introduced into two or more choices (EX: Say yes to sex with Sara? go to chapter two. Sex with Tegan? go to chapter three.). So tell me if you'd be interested in a short story like that! Anyways, I love the reviews, keep them coming! :)

Sara's POV

I wake up next to Stacy and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Stacy looks absolutely stunning in her sleep. She makes me defy my policy of no spooning. I could spoon with Stacy for a hundred hours if I want to. Anyways, my head is pounding and my stomach aches terribly. I reach over Stacy and grab her purse, opening it and seeing the little pink baggie. There's only a bit left but it will get rid of this horrible stomach ache. I grab my mirror from the night stand and make two thin lines. I take the straw on my nightstand and snort the first rail. I have to wake Stacy up so she can take the second. It is her coke, after all. I shake her shoulder and she wakes up, reaching for the straw and snorting down a line.

"What happened last night?" She asks, yawning and stretching.

I shrug, setting the mirror on the nightstand and standing up. I scan the floor for a pair of boxers to slip on. I glance up at Stacy, realizing she's naked as well as me. What did we do? I worry about Tegan. I could have sworn she said no. I mean, she hesitated but looked at me and said no almost immediately after. I know she said no. I would've remembered if she did. I would have remembered touching that body. I always remember and I always hate myself a little more afterwards. I'm powerless to her, so I need Stacy here.

I reach for the boxers that I know belong to my twin and slip them on, then a wife-beater. Stacy holds the sheets up to her collarbone and watches me dress. I walk to my closet and grab a t-shirt and basketball shorts. She grabs them from me and leans me up against the closet wall. She presses her breasts against my chest and looks up at me with her gorgeous, big, innocent eyes. God, she's sexy. I kiss her and giggle.

"Breakfast, then I leave," She tells me.

I just nod, smiling but my heart breaks. I slip my fingers into her hair and kiss her again. She kisses back, and then asks me for a ponytail. I sigh, knowing that I won't have one but that Tegan will.

"Yeah, let me go get one from Tegan," I reply. I pat her bum and walk out to Tegan's room.

I knock twice, Tegan opens the door and she looks so terrible. The bags under her eyes must weigh a ton. I feel bad but the bags remind me of the escapades Tegan and I indulge in and it causes a low growl to rumble in my throat. Tegan glares at me, obviously offended by my reaction to her exterior. I try my hardest to cover it up; standing up straight and playing with my ears.

"Do you have a ponytail?" I ask, my voice shaking.

She shuts the door and I wait, sighing with relief when she opens it and hands me a cute little mint-colored bag. The bag is full of all of Tegan's hair accessories, since she recently cut her hair short, she doesn't really need any of the items. I smile at her awkwardly and shuffle off back into my room. Stacy is appreciative as she seizes the bag from my hands in an instant. She opens the bag and within seconds has a perfect bun on the top of her head. She didn't change into my clothes, but her outfit from the night before. My heart hurts. I know this is where my 'girlfriend' leaves. She grabs her purse from the floor and looks at me expectantly.

"Are you gonna walk me to the door?" Stacy asks me.

I lead her to the door with a hand on her bum. I want to ask her to stay. I want to ask her to lunch, but she's got another person to see. I just know it, though she won't admit it and I won't acknowledge I know.

I open the door for her and see Tegan's perky friend Trixie with her hand up, assembled in a fist, as if she was about to knock on the door. She retracts her hand and smiles, her braces showing. I've always been jealous of Trixie, since she's so adorable. She has an innocent look to her, but she's anything but innocent. She's a go-go dancer at Tegan's stupid club. That's how they met and I'm sure they're fucking. Anyways, I let her inside, and then Stacy and I step out into the hallway. Stacy grabs my hands, lacing our fingers. Every time she does that, my heart skips a beat. I lose my breath and my stomach flutters uncontrollably. She smiles at me and leans in. She kisses me softly, dragging her tongue across my lower lip. I smile as I part my lips, begging for her tongue to conquer my mouth. She slips it in my mouth for a split second before pulling away from my body completely.

"I'll see you, soon."

I nod, smiling and try my hardest not to break down right there. She doesn't even shower at my house. She just comes over to get drunk and high, then to fuck me. I wave to her as she walks away and I wonder what it is about me that's so unlikable. Am I bland? What is wrong with me?

I step inside the house, watching as Tegan has started to clean. I remember that I have no coke and I start to worry that I'm becoming addicted. I have no energy to clean with Tegan, though she deserves my help. I'm just too tired and I think about if I had some more coke, I'd be up and ready but the line I had was tiny and the high lasted only 20 minutes or so. Trixie is helping Tegan clean the kitchen; I go in there and decide to make a substitute for my cocaine with coffee. Trixie and Tegan are giggling and flirting and I wish I could kick her out. She's so fucking annoying.

I have to get out of here, I need more coke. I get up and walk to the bathroom, showering and then head into my bedroom where I pass out for hours.

When I wake up, there's loud music which worsens my headache but I have no reason to stay in bed, so I get up. Exiting my bedroom to fetch another cup of coffee, I see that Trixie is putting makeup on and Tegan is doing her hair. I stop at Tegan's door and peer at my sister's ass. I miss Stacy, so I'll have Tegan. I look back up at Tegan's face and smile at her; she noticed.

"What are you guys doing tonight?" I ask, looking down at my empty coffee mug.

"Dancing," Trixie chirps.

I smirk, biting my lip and look Tegan up and down.

"Can uh, can I go?" I ask, tapping the side of my mug.

Trixie nods and well, Tegan ignores me. I clear my throat, wanting a direct answer from Tegan. She glances back at me and sighs heavily.

"Yeah," She snaps, flipping her curly hair and opening her jewelry box.

I sigh, "Shit, never mind."

As I walk to the kitchen, I hear Tegan's footsteps behind me. I drop my cup in the sink and when I turn around, I'm met face to face with her. Our lips are less than an inch apart and I can taste her tequila fresh breath. She just had a shot. I lick my lips, my tongue incredibly close to her chapped lips. I look up at her eyes and I see the vulnerability. I pull away quickly, looking down at my feet. I hear her scoff and brush past me. She takes another hefty shot of clear Patrón. I go to pour myself another cup of coffee when she stops me.

"You're going," She says, walking past me again, "You've got fifteen minutes to get ready."

I take up the offer and I do my best to quickly get dressed. My recent attire isn't really 'club' fitting, well to Trixie and Tegan's standards. They go to bars, not cocktail parties—strictly gay nightclubs and bars. I decide on a black t-shirt and some skinny jeans. Both items are in fact Tegan's, but that might be what I love about them.

Before I know it, we're at the club.

It's loud and filled with a variety of deliciously butch girls. However, I never saw Tegan being into the more masculine girls. I thought she liked femmes. So here we are, and Tegan is dancing with all kinds of girls and I'm awkwardly at the bar, waiting for someone to offer me a bump.

Eventually, the offer comes. The girl looks awfully familiar and she's very touchy. I see Tegan glance my way from the table she has with three other girls surrounded her. She's always been very, very lucky with the ladies. I on the other hand, haven't been. I follow the short butch girl into the bathroom. She hands me a small baggie and her keys once we get into the stall. I take the bump and sniffle, rubbing my nose as I feel it seep down my throat. The girl takes two bumps and hands me it again. I snort the second scoop and close my eyes, waiting for the high to take effect. In my opinion, this is most boring part.

I manage to make out with the girl before asking her name.

"Dahlia," she whispers with a smile.

I nod and tell her my name before pulling her into another deep kiss. Then, I hear someone slam the door open and Trixie's loud voice.

"Sara!" she shouts, knocking on each of the stalls.

Dahlia opens the door, shoving me out. I stumble out, the drug taking effect. I'm suddenly really worried that this was more than coke. My eyes flutter and Trixie catches me. She glares up at Dahlia and pulls me out of the bathroom and out onto the street, where I see Tegan, who has a black eye and a bloody nose and lip.

"Are you an idiot?!" she shouts at me, but I'm fading.

Tegan is just an array of colors but I feel her warmth, and I hold on to it as tight as I can. I'm out like a light.