Minix-NaNoWriMo

8/9/2019 Minix-NaNoWriMo

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Prologue

It was the third day in September of the year 2009 and a beautiful baby girl was born to the new

parents, Landon and Olivia Peters. It was a strikingly small 4 lbs and 9 oz newborn with a length of 19

inches. She had piercing brown/black eyes with a head full of hair. They named her Chelsea Leigh

Peters.

The entire hospital visit the parents heard nothing but praises of astonishment. Not one cry was

heard from Chelsea, not even a whimper. She was exceptionally healthy due to her abnormal size for

not one thing wrong could be fine. If anything she was almost too healthy, it was mind blowing. The

doctors cracked jokes to the parents that they got off almost too lucky. First born for them and she was

one of the best newborns they had ever seen. Early on the second day, the couple and their new

addition were released early. As the headed home, their heads were clouded with their perfect vision of

the future. Little did they know, it was going to be anything but.

Within a week of coming home, nothing much happened. Landon & Olivia moved along with

grace through the week as they adjusted to the living and taking care of their new child. Chelsea

continued to be the perfect baby and suited their perfect life, perfectly. Days passed and minor changes

began to happen. Chelsea began to grow, not necessarily in size, but something was changing. She was

extraordinarily alert for a month old, along with many other things. ALong with her alertness, Chelsea

was also very reactive you could say. She was very active and accurate in her movements, unlike most

babies. The parents thought nothing of it and cont to be blessed by their baby girl.

The second month hit and suddenly everything changed. Chelsea began to cry, and cry, and

cryyyyy. They no longer had their perfect baby. Alerted by this behavior, Olivia took her to their

pediatrician, Dr Gallops. Gallops quickly noted all the symptoms: crying, irritability, slobbering, etc.

Chelsea was teething, already. After realizing she was already way ahead of the usual calendar, Gallops

decided to do an overall checkup test, that she wasn't due for for another couple of weeks. The results


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were mind blowing. Chelsea seemed to only be 25% in all her size measurements (head, weight, length,

etc) but averaging around th 75-78% in all of the other tests including internal body development, brain

development and physical development. The Dr joked they might have a genius on their hands.

Relieved, Mrs. Peters left for home with her extraordinary baby girl. Weeks passed as Chelsea

continued to develop rapidly. Nearing the middle of her fourth month, she became more adventurous

you could say. Touching, grabbing, playing, moving, all that. She suddenly decided she wanted to

crawl, and that she did. Landon and Olivia were blown away…. Here they were, just an ordinary

Wednesday night, and their first born crawled for the very first time! Tears rolled down Olivia's face as

she scooped Chelsea uop in pure excitement and joy. LAndon leaned on against the wall watching his

wife and daughter with his rudeness written all across his face. ans as if this moment wasn't enough, the

Peters began to work with chelsea even more.

Chelsea excelled more and and more. It seemed like the farther along she got the faster rate she did

it at. Almost as soon as she was crawling, she learned to walk! She was soon running around faster than

lightning. It Was unbelievable to watch! Chelsea was a prodigy of some sort. Again Olivia and Landon

took Chelsea to the doctors. Although Gallops was slightly alarmed he told them although it wasn't

normal, to not worry about. JUst accept it and be blessed. He also said her brain was continuing to

develop rapidly as well. He told them to be expecting her to make the same accomplishments in areas

other than physically.

Gallops warnings were soon met. The Peters had been use to the gibberish talkative nature of

Chelsea, but she was starting to make actual sense… Her blabber turned into actual words, the random

words turned into actual sentences.. And to think this young newborn of only 8 months from 2

completely ordinary parents was unbelievable. At only eight months old Chelsea was equivalent to

some toddlers of a year or 2 under their belt. ###


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Several years later.

Chelsea is now a stunning, young women. As a senior in her eighth school, Congleton High

School, she is top of her class in academics and athletics. She holds a 4.3 and 5 high school records,

which are just a few of her accomplishments.She has the most flawless face with her large mesmerizing

brown eyes and long flowing hair. Chelsea could be considered the closest thing to perfect. Everyone

and anyone wants to live or be a part of Chelsea's life. The question was if any of it was true. All the

boys flaunted after her and did anything to get her attention. To get them to stop drooling was near

impossible. Chelsea was constantly turning down dates, flowers, and even a couple proposals. Of

course Chelsea knew to be wary of all of these acts. The only thing these boys wanted was in her pants.

Now the girls of the school had a different thought on Chelsea. All were clearly threatened by Chelsea's

beauty and brains, but what other way to deal with it than try to be her absolute best friend. LIving in

the jealous insecurities, the girls did anything to keep Chelsea on their good side, while they secretly

drowned in their fakeness. These were the exact reason for Chelsea having moved eight times.

Chelsea had dealt with the rumors all her life. Everyone she had ever met had three feelings towards

her: awe, intimidation, and fear. Except one, of course. That would be Mr. James T. Kaylor. James had

been around her entire life. He was the only one that treated her like a normal human being, and

actually made her feel normal, which was something she really struggled with. Not many people could

handle her fierce attitude, nor her intimidating nature, James could though and that made him more than

special to Chelsea. HE even lived with them. After a tragic accident when they were 6 which resulting

in both of his parents and only family diseasing, the Peters nearly adopted James. He had been living

and moving around with them since.

Both Chelsea and James considered themselves outcasts. Although Chelsea was always proclaimed as

the most popular girl in the school, she never truly accepted it. She always thought of it as just her and


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James. Of course they went out and did other things with other people, but he was the only one truly

there.

Chelsea did have one flaw though, and that was her rebellious side. That was one thing no one could

control. She had a taste for the dangerous side and that was probably the most scary thing of all. She

enjoyed going out on the weekends and when she went out, she went all out. She was considered a

party girl. From drinking, to smoking and everything in between and beyond thrilled her. The rush she

got from a bump or the warmth from a shot was addicting to her. Something almost as addicting was

the boys.. Tall, dark handsome, with piercing sea blue eyes. They made her melt tttt… As much as

James tried to keep her away, he couldn't. He always went with it and was always there to swoop in and

save her when she needed, which I promise was way more common than you would think.

Chelsea: Extremely smart with a 4.2. All state in track and volleyball with 5 records. Has a full ride

scholarship to Hollandale UNiversity in New York for both academics and athletics. Bestfriend since

childhood is James Kaylor. He is the only one that accepts her and the only one that knows everything

about her. they live together due to the death of both of his parents when they were little. She has a

devious, rebellious side. Shes into the party scene, drinks, smokes and does drugs. IS promiscuous and

doesn't mind it. TAll, dark, handsome, sea blue eyed boys are her weakness. They're thought of as

badboys and usually are the ones to get her drunk and drugged up.

James Taylor: tall and lanky, with moody light brown hair. has grey blue eyes. chelsea's best friend and

is obviously in love with Chelsea. Hes always there to save her whenever she needs to be, which is


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usually while fucked up. He himself is only a 3.0 student with mediocre skills in sports, although he is

extremely good at art. He commonly uses chelsea as his muse. Hes been accepted to both Hollandale in

NY and Burgeson in Cali. Both are on art scholarships.

The rain quickly went from a slight drizzle to a complete downpour as i chased after James. I

quickly caught him, and feel the rain and his eyes on my back as i continued to sprint to the house.

Getting inside i shut the door behind me just to erk James even further.

“Not even one time could you cut me a break.. really Chelsea?”

I shrugged as I went to find us towels, dripping all over the floor. Drying off we both ransacked the

fridge and cupboards. Myself grabbing a water bottle and the cheezits, James went for his famous

combo of a can of Mountain Dew, 3 packets of Hohos and a banana. We plopped down on the couches

in the living room, ready to smash and watch our our show. Completely zoned into our show, all you

could here was the voices from the tv and My unrealistically loud chewing.. oops.

Losing interest in the tv as the commercials played, i stared at James. I couldn't believe how fast he

shoveled all of that food down and still be as small as he was. At the age of 9 he weighed a whopping

60 some lbs but was already pushing 5 ft something. It amazed me. Everything about James amazed me

really.. Like how he handled me, or how he.. “BRANGGGG, BRANGGG”

I jumped, not realizing the phone was right next to me head.

“my god?!” i muttered, as i reached to answer it.

Picking it up i noticed James was still one hundred percent zoned out into the tv and completely

oblivious to his surroundings.

“Chels, is James there?”

It sounded like my mom, but was weirdly hoarse and muffled, as if she was crying.

“Yeahhhh….. Hes been here, why? Whats wrong?”


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“Its Joan & Derek… It's terrible, baby girl..”

My head clouded as i listened to my mother. I don’t know what shes saying, why is she saying this.. Its

no, it can't be….

“Love you, too,” i mumbled staring.

James looked at me with the oddest face, “What dude? Who was that?”

“Oh James….” I whispered, as my eyes swelled with tears, “Your mom and dad…”

I held and rocked my best friend as he uncontrollably sobbed into my chest. I sobbed to as i smoothed

his hair down, trying to soothe him or me, i'm not really sure.

I shook my head and focused back on the present. Next to me, James talked to his parents about

his acceptance letter. He told them all about how he thought it was another “Sorry to tell ya, but you're

not good enough… blah, blah” letters, when really it was almost a full ride Hollandale (the same

college as me). He drowned on and on about how excited but confused he was and all about his future.

Again, i stared at him in amazement. As he continued to tell the story, he laid the flowers on the

gravestone. I quickly wiped the tear away that had snuck its way down my face.

It had been exactly nine years ago today that i told my best friend his parents had died in a car

accident on their way home from their vacation. It was still seared into my brain as if it had just happen.

I’m not sure I’ll ever forget it, honestly. The edges may be blurred slightly, but the look of James face

is one that will haunt me forever.

James knocking me again out of my daze, asked if I was ready. I returned the question.

He sighed, “Of course….”, “Love you, Mom. Love you, Dad. Miss you already..”

On that note, James slugged his way back to the car. I kissed the single sunflower in my fist

and dropped it next to his.

“Ditto”


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By the time we got home, James was chatting away like his usual self. I honestly could barely

hear him over the music in my car, but i didn’t tell him that. I love the kid, but man down he ramble. I

pulled into my driveway, and shut off the car.

“..like 89 degrees way down in Florida, like damn. Why aren't we down there?”

“Huh? Oh, uh probably because tomorrow is the start of our senior year.. Ya know, minor stuff

though.” I sarcastically answered, as i tried to get back into the conversation that i missed 80 percent of.

James continued to drone on and on about how senior year can get bent and its really not needed at all

and how we deserve to be in Florida or someplace other than here.

As our daily ritual, we slung our backpacks on the floor and ransacked the kitchen. Today I

made my decision of have pizza rolls with ranch and hot sauce and some water. James of course ate his

habit of Mountain Dew, 3 Hohos, a banana and whatever else he could get his hands on; including my

pizza rolls. I glared at him as he reached for my last one, plopping it into his mouth as he smirked at me

innocently.

"So, tonight. What's the plan, Stan?" He asked me with his mouth full.

"Uh, I'm not sure... Are you, uh, good to go out?" I was wary on asking him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He stated blanky. "There's honestly nothing more that I want or need

than to go out. I'm due for a good time Chelsea, and I knowwwww you always have something! It's

Friday for Christ’s sake"

"Okayyyyyy, well there is something going on on 25th street, it's a Dougouson party."

"Perfect!" James basically shouted, "they're always ready."

I squinted my eyes at him, wondering how truly “ready” he was. Of course, I wanted to go out. I

always did, it was my thing. James was never the one to be overjoyed about it though, I seriously

always had to drag him to the parties?? I didn’t want to question it too much though. He probably just


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needed it tonight, based on the days events. My thoughts flashed back to the day… I seen his young

nine year old face again. I immediately shook myself out of it before i could get lost again.

“Alright then James, you better prepare yourself for tonight then! I’m taking you on one hell of

an adventure.”

I could hear him mutter an “Oh God” and could basically picture his face slightly flushing as he

realized what he’d gotten himself into. I chuckled to myself as i headed to my room.

I raked through the clothes in my closet as i focused on the task ahead: Be responsible tonight

for once, and get James trashed. As the possibilities of drink combinations I was going to force upon

him, I chose my outfit. Just because I wasn't exactly participating in tonight's adventure I could still

look hot, right? I chose my black leggings with my new boots and if they weren't hot, i don't know what

was. I wanted to drool just looking at them! Anyways, they matched perfectly with my brown shirt my

mom just bought from Buckle and my denim button up. I began to do my hair and makeup as my phone

rang. Lydia.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Heyyyyyyyy girl!!!”

I rolled my eyes at her overeager self, “What’s up Lyd?”

“Youre obviously going out tonight, right?! Because I already have a fifth of our stuff, just how

you like it! I even have an extra little something something.”

I bit my lip. I wanted to tell her the usual “Hell Yeah” but i couldnt… Man, tonight may or may not be

way tougher than I thought.

“Actually… James is coming out tonight, willingly! I might even take one for the team and..”

“WHAT? Is this really Chelsea? This is a joke right?”

“Chill dude.” I laughed, “It's just one night, we’re taking James on a trip, K?”

“If you sayyyy soooo” she sang through the phone, “I’ll be over later then!”


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And with that, she hung up the phone. Relaying back, I’m not sure if I was trying to convince her or

myself more. Probably both honestly. But James does it alllllll the time for me, I could definitely

handle one simple, important night for him. I finished the last of my hair with a spritz of hairspray and

did a triple check of my face, hair, and outfit and walked out of my room.

My mom was coming in through the door as I walking into the kitchen. With her hands full and

with James the same in tow, I grabbed a grocery bag or two from her hands.

“Hello daughter,” she said in a British accent, with a peck on my cheek.

Shaking my head at her, I chuckled out a “Hi mom” and returned a kiss on the cheek.

I sat down at the counter with James as she put away the groceries. I stared at James until he would

look at me.

“what?” he mouthed.

I nodded at my mother, mouthing, “ask her!”

James shook his head and bit into an apple instead. That didn't stop me.

“Sooooo, mommy..” I said sweetly.

“Yes babygirl? What on Earth could you possibly want on the Friday evening?” she said with

only a hint of sarcasm.

Faking hurt, i laid out a perfect line of “I was actually going to ask how your day was?”

“Oh, really? Well in that case, it was absolutely hectic, just like every day is in the ER. I’m just

hoping I’ll get one night at home and not get called in on a damn Friday night.”

“Hm, do you need any help with the groceries then?”

“Ok, Chels. Lets cut the crap, and tell me what you really want to ask me. But, yes i do want

your help unloading these.”

“Hmph, wellll same as usual.. Except with James this time, and of course Lydia!”


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They both whipped their heads at me. I assumed James was due to the fact that I definitely forgot to tell

him about Lydia coming. Oops. And my mom, well because James is usually a siss. James kept quiet it

though, thankfully.

“Before you say anything, it was James idea! He actually wants to, Mom. He even asked me,” I

said slightly defensively.

My mother redirected her attention towards James. “Is she lying to me again?”

“No, it really was my idea this time, Olivia.”

“Are you sure, Sweetie? Even on today?”

My mothers voice slowly went softer by the end of her question. I knew how she felt; Didn't want to

ask the question, but felt as if she needed to.

James sighed, “Yes, especially tonight.”

“Well then. Of course you guys can go,” my mother stated, “ BUT same rules as always! No

driving if you’ve been drinking, be safe and..”

“Call you if we need anything, anything at all” James and I both quoted her together.

“Exactly,” she said smiling, as she came over to hug the both of us, “I couldn't ask for better

kids.”

She kissed the both of us on our heads before she left the kitchen. I enveloped myself into my phone,

trying to ignore James eyes basically boring into my soul…. I fillanlly sucumbed and conected eyes

with him. I tried smiling sweetly and batted my eyes a little even.

“Yes James?’

“You know what, Chelsea.”

Yikes… I winced at him calling me Chelsea, instead of Chels. He obviously meant business, or was at

least going to try to be a hardass.


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“I know… Before you try backing out on me, Lydia called me! She was already planning on

taking me, and even already has stuff to drink. Its a win-win situation!” I said as enthusiastically as

possible.

“Whatever you say. Just know I’m still going out for me and me only.”

His eyebrow was even cocked a little, which I couldn't help but notice that they were absolutely perfect,

along with his sea green eyes.

“Of course Jameson, maybe you’ll even get lucky tonight. And by that I mean laid.” I winked

at him, as I tried holding in my giggles. I could see his face turn pink as he searched for something to

throw at my face, as i turned to run out.

“THATS WHAT I THOUGHT!” He screamed after me.

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It was finally getting dark when I headed to James’s room down the hall.

“Knock, Knock,” I said as i barged into his room.

“Well thankfully I’m not naked, damn Chels.”

“First of all, I did knock. Second of all, you better take off your sassy pants before we head out.

And finally, it wouldn't be anything I haven't seen yet, so sorry to burst your bubble.” I laughed at

myself, even though James obviously wasnt impressed.

“Well, avoiding the topic of your promiscuous life style,” fake cough, “skank,” clears throat,

“my ‘sassy pants’ are off, and I’m more than ready to get tuuuuurnt.”

I rolled my eyes, and chuckled, “If you sayyyyyyy so, but Lyd will be here soon.”

At that very moment, the doorbell rang.

“Speaking of the devil..” James muttered under his breath.

“I heard you, ya turd. Just be nice.”


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I headed to answer the door. As I peaked out the window before opening the door, I realized Lydia

hadn’t come alone. There was her bright red G6 in the driveway along with a sleek, black BMW that I

had never seen before.

I opened the door, “Well, hello Lyd and hello whoever you.. are..”

My voice unknowingly trailed off at the end. I was completely stunned by this beautiful creature on my

porch. Standing about 6’1 was a dark haired goddess with piercing blue eyes. He had just the right

about of facial hair and an award winning smile to go along with it. My eyes dropped down the length

of his body as he was wearing a shirt that just faintly showed enough…

“Earth to Chelsea?!” Lydia’s voiced brought me back to reality.

My face immediately flushed realized i was completely and utterly zoned out by this guys hotness.

“Well, now that you’re done drooling,” Lydia said as she pushed past me into the house, “this

is Zeke, he’s the one that told me about tonight.”

“Nice to meet you, Chelsea, right?” He said as he flashed me another to die for smiles.

“Uh, yeah. You too.” I smiled back, I automatically felt flushed and the need to check my hair

and makeup. “You guys can head into the kitchen, I’ll be right there…”

I ran to the bathroom as soon as they were out of sight. I stared in the mirror as I checked my

face, reconsidering my entire outfit and hair decision. I knew I was in trouble tonight. The drugs and

liquor were one thing to promise to ignore for a night, but a dark haired, blue eyed beauty was a whole

other story. If they weren't my weakness, I didn't know what was. I fixed up my eyeliner and brushed

my teeth again. I checked my face again noticing a few zits. Screw it. I again went to find James still in

his room.

“Lydia’s here, along with this Zeke guy.”

Looking puzzled, James asked “Who the hell is that?”


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I smiled, noticing the hint of jealousy in his voice, “I honestly haven’t got a clue, some guy that

told Lyd about the party.”

“Hm, okay..”

I turned to head back out of his room, “ James.. Do I look okay?”

“You’re an idiot Chelsea. You look gorgeous as ever.” James kissed my forehead before

leaving the room.

I smiled. James really was the greatest guy, and I was going to make sure to give him the best

night ever, no matter what distractions stood in my way. Zeke fluttered back to my mind. Not even

those kind of distractions..

I walked into the kitchen to find James ransacking the cupboards, again, and Lydia and Zeke in

deep conversation. My eyes narrowed as I weirdly felt jealous. Damn my competitiveness.

“Are we ready to go or what?”

My voice broke Zeke out of Lydia’s trance and James out of his own food trance, halfway through

stuffing his mouth full. Lydia however was definitely still caught up with staring at Zeke.

“For sure,” Zeke said coolly, “Let’s go.”

We headed out with James and I in my car and Lydia insisted she must ride with Zeke. Fine with me,

why should I care anyways. This night was all about James and I, especially James.

Zeke peeled out of my driveway like a bat out of hell. I wanted to drool over his car, as it made

my 2000 Jeep Wrangler look like a turd. I heard James mutter “show off” to himself, thinking I didn’t

hear him. I smirked.

“What’s got you so grinny, huh?” James asked me, slightly with an attitude.

“You!” I laughed, “just how you get whenever another guy comes around, it gives me a

chuckle.”

“I don’t know what youre talking about.”


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I could see James blush slightly, as he plugged in his phone and turned the music up wayyyy loud

before I had the chance to say anything back.

After a few songs, I finally turned the volume down so I could at least hear my own thoughts.

“So J Boy, you sure you’re ready for tonights events? Ya might wanna check your twitter feed,

‘cause this party has literally been all over it.”

Immediately checking his phone. “Damnnnnn B. This isnt normal is it?”

“No, not at all,” I laughed, “this may or may not be the biggest party I’ve even been to.

Dougouson really is playing around!”

James got the most mischievous grin on his face, “Perfect,” he reached back behind the seat to

grab a Reds, “might as well pregame on the way there then!”

Several minutes went by before James spoke again.

“Soooo, are you really going to stay sober? Like if its seriously the biggest party ever..”

“I mean, it about you tonight J, not me.”

“Oh shut up, Chels. That’s not how i want it, if anything I’m tryna have a good time, which

could definitely include getting smashed with my bestfriend.”

“I meannnnn, if thats your offer,” I smirked at him, “I’m not sure if you really want this or

not.”

“Oh, I definitely want it Chels.”

I definitely heard the slight hint of seriousness in his voice, like it was sort of a double meaning of an

answer. I hated when James did this kind of things, I always ignored it.

“Whatever dude, hand me a beer!”

James cracked the top before giving it to me, which was basically common courtesy of

drinking partners. I chugged mine enough to meet James’s line to make up for my lost time.

We turned down the road, and started to look at the house numbers. Almost to the end of the


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dead end, was a lonngggggggg ass driveway with the mailbox that had the correct numbers. I

turned in to realized there was like glow in the dark markers on the tree. I got more and more

excited as i drove on and the music became clearer and clearer. We finally got to the end of the

drive where a humongous house stood on the hill . There was easily at least 60 some cars

already parked all over the lawn, and it was only 11:00. My jaw dropped and James’s did the

same. I spotted Zeke’s car and pulled in next to it. The windows were fogged…. I got out of my

car and slammed the door shut. It obviously fazed no one in the car. James grabbed two more

beers, as I grabbed the fifth.

Knocking on the driver side window, I yelled “Headed inside with or without ya, If

the alcohols gone then its your own damn fault.”

James and I were halfway to the house when I heard the two lovebirds get out of there car. I

checked back to see Lyd fixing her hair and Zeke already staring at me, and my ass. I nonchalantly

turned around to act as if it hadn't even fazed me. Lydia ran up to us as Zeke trailed behind us still.

“Hey girl, I’d ask what took you guys so long, but I obviously didn't mind waiting.” She

winked at me and had a shit eating grin on her face, clearly testing me.

“I see that,” I laughed, not letting her get to me, “I’m just ready to get in there! It looks

amazingggggg.”

James held open the door, which led to basically teenager heaven. The place was already

packed, but definitely still had tons of room for more. There were three beer pong tables, and even a

group or two doing flippy cup. There were pretty already clearly trashed. The people count was well

over 100, just inside. The music bumped, as people grinded, which you basically had to do to get

anywhere. There was a glass door at the back of the living room which led to a porch and a pool, that

was also filled with people. I could faintly see a roaring bonfire that was even surrounded by more

people. IT WAS SERIOUSLY SO INSANE!


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I smiled at James, “Let’s go babyyyyy!!” as i tipped up the vodka.

Taking it straight was one of my very own talents, as well as many others when it came to this kind of

scene.

“I’m gonna go sign us up for beer pong, you coming or not?”

James eyes were still wide from taking the entire sight in, “Duh.”

We left Lydia as she was already targeting her next victim, aka the very first guy we came into contact

with. I shook my bitterness off and focused on the night ahead of me, and it was going to be one hell of

a night.

James and I were quickly up onto the table as the opposing team was completely annihilating

everyone.

“You boys ready to end your winning streak or what?” I smiled at them with a raise of my

eyebrow.

“Sorry little honey, but I’m not gonna take it easy on anyone. Not even your sweet self and

your boy.”

James and I connected eyes and both laughed. I shot and James immediately followed, sinking both

of them in the same cup. J and I just stared at our opponents, awaiting the return of the balls.

The rest of the night followed much of the pace, until I was too far gone to even shoot and I veered

off to explore the party, with James in tow of course. Picking the bonfire as our next destination, James

quickly found some of his friends. I spotted Zeke across the yard, at least a blurry version of what

seemed to be him. And if my eyes weren't lying, which they very well could be, he was also looking at

me. I made my way over to him to ask what was up with the looks, not that I minded.

"So what's up with all the eyeballing, huh Z?" I was may or may not have been slurring, but I

couldn't really tell.


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"Z, aye? But I could ask you the same thing, especially considering you're the one that came up to

me."

"Psh, whatever," I laughed.

Zeke stared at me clearly amused, "You really are one to talk, I mean let's not forget your little

reaction to me.. Quite the first impression or what?" He ended it with a wink, and a tip under my chin

"Oh shut up!! Conceited much? Where's Lydia?" I raised my eyebrows, testing him.

"Is that jealousy I hear?"

"As if! You just-"

Cutting me off mid sentence, "Listen toots, the only thing I wanted from Lydia was what I got."

He lifted a little baggy from his front pocket. It was Lyd's "little something something". I stared at

him in disbelief.

“She really gave you that?!” I frantically looked around for her.

“Chillllllllll out, before you give yourself whiplash with all that looking around! She’s probably

occupied, again.”

I gave him a quick death look and started to walk away to find Lydia’s stupid self. He

immediately followed me and grabbed my arm as if to pull me back. As much as I wanted to just sling

shot back into his arms and sink into those nice, tones arm muscles and... I yanked my arm out of his

grasp. Get yourself together Chelsea. He looked at me shocked. It was probably unusual for him to

receive that kind of gesture. I once again gave him the same look and trotted off a second time to find

Lydia. How dare she. That little “something something” was not only for just us, it wasn't suppose to be

a known thing about me. I had wayyyyyy too much going for me to let this crap get out now. It was one

thing i even kept hidden from James, knowing he would not be too impressed. I wasn't even impressed

with myself, i just couldn't say no. I obviously had problems with turning things down… Anyways, I

don't care if the only one who knew was Zeke, (I said his name in disgust). This had to be kept a secret


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“Fine, then ill reluctantly accept your decline to have sex with me..”

My eyes immediately went wide, “WTF James! You’re sick!” I slapped him across the chest,

hoping that time i really did break his heart with that one.

James coughed with the blow to his left pec, “Home girl can hit okay,” he said, clearly trying to

get his breath back.

I just stared at him for a minute, sort of feeling bad, sort of not. He was obviously drunk and

joking, but sometimes i wondered if he really was joking, because that is one thing i could not handle.

James was strictly friend zone material and that was it. I mean he was seriously basically my brother,

like the kid actually lived with me and my family… EWwwwwwww.

After a full recovery, James finally spoke words again, “You may be able to hit but you

definitely can't take a joke, Chels. I mean I wouldn't decline the offer buuuuut..” He winked at me, with

the most shit eating grin on his face. But as soon as he noticed my hand reeling back again, he

immediately spat out the words, “Joking, still joking!! Damn… Something up your ass or what?”

“No,” i said defensively, “you’re just an idiot.”

“What Everrrrrrr, Chelssssss,” he sang into my ear, as he wrapped his arms around my

shoulder, which was partly a friendly gesture, partly an attempt to stay standing and walking straight.

“Listen drunk boy, I have to go find Lydia so you go find some more of your friends.”

“Leaving me again???” he put on his pouty face, with his big sea green eyes.

“You’ll be fineeeeeeee, I’ll find you as soon as I find Lydia.”

“Whatever then! You’ll just be missing out on the fun that this guys is having,” He used his

two thumbs to point at his chest, which was cheesy as hell, but i still laughed.

At least he was having a good time, and i didn't screw up completely. As i left him to stumble

off on his own i focused my mind on the task ahead: FInding Lydia. Ahead i spotted a red head in the


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crowd near the kitchen that could possibly could be her, but as i tried fighting threw the crowd that had

almost tripled, i lost sight of her. But of someone found me. Zeke.

“Hey there,” he said, attempting to be what i assumed as ‘sexy’.

“Jeez, just can't shake ya can I?”

He laughed, “you're something special, ya know that Chels. I don't usually go out of my way to

find a girl.”

“Wow, how honored am I!” I said with the most sarcastic cheery voice ever, even going the

extra mile to cover my mouth in mock joy.

“Ouch, that one hurt a little.. I think you need to relieve some stress a little bit. How about we

make a trip to somewhere private huh?

As long as i had tried to avoid looking at his flawless face, I couldn't help but whip around at

him in disbelief, “If you really think i’m going to head off to some room with you, the same night as

Lydia you're insa-”

“Damn, as much as i wouldn't mind dragging you off to another room to do a little number on

that body of yours, I was not talking about that Sweet Cheeks. Instead of a little ‘bump and grind’, i

was just think a little bump or two?”

I could feel my cheeks turn pink.

“So how bout it? You down or what, Lydia told me it was for you, and that i should share. I just

sort of doubted you were that kind of girl.”

“That kind of girl? Then what exactly am i then?” I said slightly distracted. My mind was

definitely on the a bump or two.

Zeke drowned on and on about what he thought i was, which wasn't that far off considering he

plagued me as a “goal orientated, athletic and academic consumed, who occasionally like to get her

drink on”. He wasn't completely right though, considering my mind wasnt focused on him, but instead


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was weighing the risk and reward of doing a bump with him or not. My mind was racing itself when i

finally said “fuck it”. I clearly needed to relax a little and he was definitely stressing me out. Plus, if i

did do it i wouldn't have to worry about Lydia, considering she did tell him to share… Although, i

definitely have to make him pinky swear and cross his heart to hope to die that he wouldn't tell a soul.

He obviously did know somethings about me and how i actually did have things going for me, he’d

have to keep it a secret. or else i was screweddddddd.

“Alright, whatever.” I finally sucumbed to his offer, “BUT if anyone catches us alone or

wonders what we were doing I’d wayyyyy rather have you tell them a bull shit lie about how you laid it

to me and that we hooked up instead of what we really are doing… GOT IT?”

“Roger that Sargent Chelsea,” he said like a smart ass.

“I;m serious. You’re lucky i dont just jump you instead!”

“Now as hot and amusing as that sounds to have your little ass try to attack me, reach in my

pocket and take it, I’m pretty sure that’d cause much more of a scene. Plus, I can see the desire in your

eyes.”

I shook my head, trying to ignore his smart ass comments. They were definitely getting

annoying…

“Whatever, lets go upstairs to the bathroom. That's where Lyd and I usually do it.”

“SO this is a common thing, eh?”

“Dont worry about it, k?”

“Meowwwww.”

I refused to talk to his idiotic self anymore before i became pissed off once again and decided

to back out.. Cause, oh how much i just really wanted… needed a damn bump.


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We finally went up the stairs and not even one person seemed to notice or care about us going

up. They probably thought it was just another two drunks to go up and bump uglies.. Too bad that

wasn't what we’d be bumping.

As we opened almost 7 doors before we finally found a bathroom, we snuck in and i even

doubled checked outside to make sure no one was out there. Clear. I closed the door behind me and

locked it. The bathroom was absolutely huge and was a lot brighter than the hallway, and almost hurt

my eyes. It had the most cheery yellow color covering the walls; It was almost sickening, actually. I

made a mental note to not use this bathroom if i became sick, because well yeah.. I sat on the side of

the bathtub, which was next to one of those beautiful clear glass showers, as Zeke laid down something

across the sink so it was more sanitary. Even though this house was clearly well kept and clean, i was

still glad he did so. He measured out a good size amount of two piles. My eyes widen, slightly

impressed, but definitely not surprised. He obviously knew what he was doing and had no fear in doing

so. One thing i personally was sure of was the adrenaline rushing through my body. It was as if the very

thought of actually getting to take this bump was enough of a high. Of course, it wasn’t anywhere near

the real thing. The real high made you think you could literally do anything in the entire world, and

most of if you would actually do. It also wanted you to tell off your 6th grade sex ed teachers that

taught you how a “natural high” was so much better than anything you could put in your body, because

mannnnn, were they wrong.

“So, you gonna chicken out on me or what, big shot?” Zeke’s voice broke me out off my pre

drugged fantasy.

“Wait, what?” I looked at him dumbfounded since i had already forgotten what he said.

“Ohhhhhhh, I see. This wasn’t really the reason you wanted to bring me up here was?”

Seductively, Zeke took steps towards me lightly grabbing my waist as i backed up against the shower

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“HA. As if. I came here for what i said, nothing more, sorry.”

Zeke chuckled, “You really are so fun to play with.. Ladies first?” as his hand swept and

gestured back to the perfectly lined groups of the pretty white powder.

At least he had the bare minimum of good manners. I pushed past him, making myself closer to

something i actually enjoyed. I was still obviously do well on my task of ignoring Zeke’s hotness.

Man;y, because it disappeared more and more every second his mouth opened.

Focusing back on relieving my stress i bent over to my face was almost to the board the coke

rested on acrossed the sink. Up close and personal and just looking at it, I could tell Lyd did good this

time, like better than usual. This stuff was about to be chronic. I plugged one nostril and aligned the

other perfectly with the first line, which happened to be the smaller one. I didn’t even mind after seeing

how good this looked. I closed my eyes, as i snorted in the powder moving down the line as needed.

Hinting the end, I waited just a second before opening my eyes to real in the entire process. I sighed, as

i wiped my nose. Now the waiting game began.

Not caring to watch Zeke take his snort or to risk getting caught or seen with him by spending

all my time up here, I grabbed my beer and unlocked the door. A quick check in the mirror, i headed

out. Genuinely, i at least locked the door behind, not knowing if Zeke cared or not, i still did.

Thankfully, he had no comments, questions, or concerns about me leaving the room before he was

done. Now, i could fully and completely enjoy my night high and drunk as could be. Walking down the

stairs with a smile across my face, Lydia and James happened to be near and spot me. As i trudged to

meet them I was greeted with a smirking, cocked eyebrow Lyd and a clearly not impressed, red faced J.

“Yes?” I asked, kind of confused.

“And what exactly were you doing up there, huh girl? Getting your business taken care of or

what?” Lydia ended it with a wink, as i realized what she meant.

And that explains J’s saddened face, aka what i got every time i hooked up with someone.


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“Yeah right, this little girl has kept everything on tonight, and the only business i was doing up

stairs was number one with a little refresh to the face.”

“MHMMM.” They both said in union.

“FINE, don’t believe me then. Either way, i’m ready to goooooo. Not like leave, but GO”

And i on that note the drugs had taken full force, and with the little (lot) of alcohol mixed in, it

had me feeling goooooood. WAY too good to just sit there and talk gibber jabber.

I found myself in the dancing mix, having the time of my life. I hadn’t seen Zeke since the

bathroom business and my best friend and favorite home girl were dancing by my side. Along with

hundreds of other randoms having a great time. I was just surrounded by wonderfulness.

With my eyes closed and hands in the air, i swear i danced my heart out. It was sort of magical

almost. I felt like i was floating.

Until i hit the floor.

And that was the end of my night.

In what i assumed was some sort of weird dream, my whole night was relayed like a movie in

the back my eyelids. I remembered everything really. except that it was playing in a sort of fast forward

in my dream and everything was too fast for me to follow. It made me dizzy almost. It finally reached

the end when i fell. Bam, just like that my dream went black. The rest of this dream of mine was weird

little spurts of noise and voices. It was never my voice though, which may or mmay not be a little

alarming. I heard voices that i recognized and voices that i had never heard in my entire life. Some

were panicky, some were quiet, some were so loud it hurt my head to hear them. But there was one

calm voice in the mix. it was so tranquil and comforting, it seemed almost out of place. But whether it

belonged or not it relaxed me from my dream like movie and into what i was hoping was sleep and not

death, considering there was no bright light. At least i would go calmly…..


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Bright lights everywhere. I didn't even have to open my eyes, for i could see them through my

eyelids they were so damn bright. After i fought to actually open them i was greeted with a room of

white walls, with white floors, white curtains, everything white. A Hospital. Shit.

My head and stomach were reelinggggggg. No wonder the lights effected me so bad. I was

hooked up to liquids and a monitor like some kind of robot or testee. I even had a venilator on my face.

I wondered why i even needed it, like how serious was this? I tried taking the ventilator off, but it must

have signaled something because a beeping started, and it got louder and louder. To save my head, i put

the damned thing back on to stop the beeping. A nurse barged through the door.

“Oh!” She exclaimed suprised, “you’re awake!”

“Yes….”

I realized i was actually a little out of breath since i had taken off the ventilator.

“Good! I’m assuming you’re wondering what all happened?”

She seemed really sweeet and kind.

I was kind of embarressed having to be told what my night had held, but i sort of needed to

know, “If you could tell me, that’d be great.”

“Wellll, you had quite the night! Your friends told us that you were just dancing and then you

dropped. They said you hit the floor pretty hard, which must be true considering you have a minor

concussion.”

Thats why my head hurt….

“You also had a seizure which is pretty scary, but thankfully you had a bystander that knew

how to treat them until the medics came-”

“The police came?!’

She laughed, “That’s the last of your worries, honey. What happened to you was serious. You

overdosed on cocaine and alcohol.”


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She just stared at me for a minute, and i figured she was letting me swallow the words she had just

thrown at me.

“When you arrived you were unconcious, which is why you;re on a venilator, which seems to

be more needed than we thought.” She said as she noted my heavy breathing.

“We had to pump your stomach for the alcohol and treat the cocaine similarly to how we treat

poison. Which makes sense considering it is VERY poisonous to our bodies, especially yours.”

She said all this with a very stern look. Even though i clearly didn't know her, i could feel her

disappointment and it honestly made me want to hide and cry. I didn't even want to think about my

actually mom or James…

“Anyways, we gave you stuff for your seizures, and for your dehydration, along with the actual

stuff to clear out your system. You should be perfectly fine soon, except you’ll definitely be

feeling a little shitty for the next couple of days.”

I just kind of looked at her in disbelief for a second or two. Wow, Chelsea. Way to go. My eyes started

to tear up with every emotion possible. Anger and embarrassment because of how stupid I was. Joy

because I was still alive. Just sad because of the whole situation. Fear because of my mom and James,

and how this would affect school or my sports… F ME.

“Well thank you..” I managed to sniffle out.

“Oh, of course honey. I figured you would want the low down before all your guests knew you

were awake…”

“Guests?”

“Yes, they’ve been here allll night. I’ll go get them.”

She handed me the box of tissues and smiled before leaving. She genuinely was probably the nicest

person i had ever met, but maybe thagt was just her job.


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i wiped my tears and blew my nose with the tissues she had handed me. i knew it was sort of a

‘Get yourself together, girl’ gesture. So that’s what i did, or at least attempted to do so. I tried patting

my hair down and pinching my cheeks for color. I looked around to see if there was anything i could

see my reflection in, but soon realized i probably didn't even want to see my face. Hangovers were one

thing to look rough from, this was a whole other ball game.

On that note there was a knock on my door.

“Come in…” My voice came out raspy and weak, i grabbed for the water next to me.

I attempted to busy myself by drinking it as whoever i had to face walked in. It was James and

my mother. AKA worst case scenario.

My moms face was clearly drained and looked tired. She looked almost as rough as i felt,

which was probably not far off of how she felt too. Her daughter was a failure, I'd probably feel and

look the same.

James’s face was almost just as bad. He had the red impression of a chair or his hand on his

cheek like he had been sleeping. His worry lines were also clear as day, along with the dark circles

under his eyes. He probably wasn't feeling so hot either, considering the alcohol he had in him last

night.

“Hey there druggie.”

I coughed up and choked on the water I was attempting to drink, or use to distract myself

anyways.

“What? Too soon?” James smiled weakly, “Sorry, just an attempt at lightening up the mood.”

“Its okay… What time is it?”

“About 6:15… pm.”

“WHAT? I’ve been out for that long….”

“Yeah.. We got here about 4:30, and you’ve been unconscious since about 3:30.”


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“Oh my god.”

The rooms was quiet for a little while after that. I stared out the window as the situation became

more and more real to me. This seriously was no joke.

James blanky stared at the tv, but i could tell he wasn’t actually watching it. I was surprised he

could even function with how tired he looked and probably actually felt.

My mom on the other hand was looking down into her lap, watching her hands tremble and

nervously fret. She was sitting on the far side of the room, which more than likely meant to be as far

away from me as possible. Not only was I a failure, i was an embarrassment. Here I was sitting in her

hospital. her pride and joy of a job, diagnosed with an OD of cocaine and alcohol poisoning. Wow.

Congrats Chelsea, round of applause for you. Daughter of the Year Award is now basically locked in

place for you.

Breaking my train of thought, my mom got up, avoiding eye contact with me clearly. and left

the room. My stomach, if i even had one left anymore, sank even further down than where it had

currently been sitting. My eyes started to swell up with tears and there was absolutely no stopping them

either. I tried to control my breathing, but it continued to become more rapid as my heart beat increased

too. My monitor showed this blantly on the screen, also, as if i couldnt feel it happening to myself. This

was not the time for an anxiety attack, I simply couldnt hadle it. This obviously didn't help either, but i

couldnt do anything, I could feel myself starting to freak out. Everything suddenly became closer to

me, too close. It was suffocating. I couldnt breathe at all, for it felt as if my throat had completely

closed off and i was now choking. The tears finally overwhelmed my eyes barriers and went streaming

down my face. The monitor began to beep louder, this brought the James attention from the tv screen to

me. His eyes widened, as i watched him blurrily through my tears. He rushed over to me and pulled up

a chair.


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Completely enveloped in what I believe would be my 5th soap episode, I almost didn't hear the door

open. It was Zeke.

I stared blanky. I could feel my jaw was dropped. I honestly had no ide how to feel. Confusion. Hurt.

Annoyed. Pissed off.

"hey," his voice came out so quiet, I might not have heard him if I hadn't watched his mouth

formulate the word.

"Why are you here," I stated the question bluntly so it was almost more of a statement.

"I didn't get to stay to see you get taken care of the other night.. I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Well I'm plenty okay."

He just stood there awkwardly by the door, like he didn't quite know if he should leave or not.

I Couldn't help my curiosity get the best of me, "

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