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"I'M SO SICK OF SEVENTEEN, WHERES MY FUCKING TEENAGE DREAM?" Olivia Rodrigo — Brutal 2 years ago.
I met this guy named Shane Holland. I wish I haven't. I really don't. I walking past a neighbourhood I forgot the name of by now, and I ran into him. Him being Shane Holland with some others dudes and a guy named Joey Lynch. I forgot the names of the others. My ex boyfriend had just broken up with me at the time, mascara was ruining down my cheeks, Shane offered me drugs, I said yes.
And now I couldn't stop. I haven't told anyone about this. How could I? Perfect daughter secretly doing drugs behind parents back! What a great headline for newspapers. I couldn't tell anyone that it physically hurt. So I called Shane. To make it stop. To make everything just stop.
I knew this bad, very bad. I just couldn't stop. I was only fucking 14 when I first met him. I was 15 now. Well almost but that's beside that point. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my phone and called him. I forced myself to not let the tears fall from my eyes. I tried so hard.
I let a shaky breath when he answered. "What do you want, little girl?" He said. He knew and I knew. I hated how he called me that. But I needed those damn drugs. "I—uh.." I mumbled, and I heard him sigh through the phone. "Spit it out girl. Strong or not huh?" I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut. "Yeah.."
"How much you got?" He asked, I heard lighter and assumed he was smoking a cigarette or something. "I—I have.." I mumbled counting my money that was all over my bed. "89$ and... 90 cents." He whistled and chuckled. "We rich today little girl? Whatever, I'll be around the corner in 5." He hung up before I could answer. God.
I had snuck out of my window. Damn, if my parents found out I would be good as dead. I hope they didn't. Buys drugs off of strangers...friend? No. Shane isn't my friend, he's my damn dealer. Whatever. Getting drugs. God, I would be so dead it almost wants me to turn around and just cry. But I can't.
Because Shane may kill me for wasting his time or something. I climbed my way down my window, I was so fucking scared and I had no idea why. I've down this so many times before. Why was this any different? Was it because I was getting drugs? Maybe. But whatever.
I stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets. The streets were cold and empty. How I felt right now.
The biggest problem of this was that Johnny could see possibly see me. Since he lived right around the corner from me. The corner where I meet Shane. This was so messy. What the hell would Johnny think? His 14 year old friend getting drugs by some weird guy. I didn't want too think about it. Because Johnny wouldn't find out. I hope.
As I approached street that me and Shane normally meet at I saw his car pull up and he rolled down the window. "Money." He said sternly, I saw the blonde one in the back, I think his name was Joey or something, he puffed his cigarette and it went out the window.
I handed Shane the money and he gave me drugs. "See ya next time kid." He nodded, turning up his music and drove off. I fiddled with the plastic bag for a little bit before jogging back to my house.
AURORA TALKING ! i need more shane slander because OH MY GOD I HATE HIM SOOOO MUCH. word count: 633
