take a drink from Alice: it was spiked. She had been trying to drug him last night to take complete advantage of him and she had succeeded.
"YOU DRUGGED ME!" Tristan yelled as he remembered it for the first time.
Alice turned around slowly, "Now what would give you such a silly idea?" she said with a mischievous smile playing around her lips as she continued down the hall to change into more appropriate clothing to wear to school.
"Kyle told me you were planning on spiking my drink. I never would have had sex with you if I hadn't been drugged," Tristan said, getting even more frustrated by the minute.
"Tristan, face it: you're the Golden Boy, I'm the Golden Girl, and together we're the Golden Couple. Can't you see it?"
"That's illegal, you dumbass," Tristan yelled.
"What's illegal?" Alice asked in the sweetest voice she could muster up.
"Spiking someone's drink without his knowledge."
"I did no such thing," Alice said.
"You're such a liar, Malice—" Tristan didn't know why he said it, but he thought it was pretty funny.
"Stop calling me that!" Alice yelled.
"Fine, I won't call you that if you'll stop calling me 'Trissy'," Tristan said, going high pitched when he spoke the ridiculous nickname.
"Fine!"
"Now, I'm going to leave and I don't want to talk to you for a while. So, just leave me alone!" Tristan yelled as he backed out of the house, still wearing the same smelly clothes.
"Tristan, wait—" Alice started.
"No," Tristan said over his shoulder as he made his way to his car and sped down the road.
He was mad beyond belief. He couldn't believe Alice would do such a bitchy thing. He couldn't remember a single thing after he had taken that drink from Alice at the club. But he could remember everything before that. Why had he accepted the drink anyways? Oh, he remembered being so tired and sweaty from all that dancing that he hadn't realized what Alice was doing. And that must have been a part of Alice's plan as well. She had gotten him so tired and sweaty and thirsty from all of that dancing, so that when they were done, he would say 'yes' to a nice, cold, tasty drink that she had spiked to get him into bed—or the back of his car.
Well, she better be on the pill because I'm pretty sure there wasn't a single condom in my car, Tristan thought as he sped down the road, still angry with himself and with Alice at the same time. And his heartbeat quickened as he thought of Alice getting pregnant with his little baby. He didn't think he could stand it if Alice gave birth to his child. That would be horrible. If Alice got herself pregnant, so help him, God, he would go on a mad rampage and destroy the entire city from his furious anger.
This was just ridiculous. He couldn't believe he had been tricked into having sex with Alice. Tristan pulled into the school's parking lot with plenty of time to spare and stormed into the school, still enraged at everything that had happened.
Scarlett got out of the shower, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning. She didn't have enough time to blow-dry her hair and put it in its usual ponytail, so she decided to just braid it wet. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, thinking about the drawer that had been opened only once in about four years. Everyday she thought about opening that bottom drawer of her dresser. Everyday she thought about wearing the clothes her father had bought her so many years ago. Everyday she thought about showing the school what her body really looked like. Everyday she thought about walking into that school and enjoying the look of dropped jaws and popped open wide-eyes of her fellow, clueless classmates.
But what was the joy of that? Sure, it would be fun to see the shock and awe on everyone's face. Sure, it would be nice to walk around in the clothes she secretly loved, but denied herself the pleasure of wearing, so she wouldn't be reminded of her
"YOU DRUGGED ME!" Tristan yelled as he remembered it for the first time.
Alice turned around slowly, "Now what would give you such a silly idea?" she said with a mischievous smile playing around her lips as she continued down the hall to change into more appropriate clothing to wear to school.
"Kyle told me you were planning on spiking my drink. I never would have had sex with you if I hadn't been drugged," Tristan said, getting even more frustrated by the minute.
"Tristan, face it: you're the Golden Boy, I'm the Golden Girl, and together we're the Golden Couple. Can't you see it?"
"That's illegal, you dumbass," Tristan yelled.
"What's illegal?" Alice asked in the sweetest voice she could muster up.
"Spiking someone's drink without his knowledge."
"I did no such thing," Alice said.
"You're such a liar, Malice—" Tristan didn't know why he said it, but he thought it was pretty funny.
"Stop calling me that!" Alice yelled.
"Fine, I won't call you that if you'll stop calling me 'Trissy'," Tristan said, going high pitched when he spoke the ridiculous nickname.
"Fine!"
"Now, I'm going to leave and I don't want to talk to you for a while. So, just leave me alone!" Tristan yelled as he backed out of the house, still wearing the same smelly clothes.
"Tristan, wait—" Alice started.
"No," Tristan said over his shoulder as he made his way to his car and sped down the road.
He was mad beyond belief. He couldn't believe Alice would do such a bitchy thing. He couldn't remember a single thing after he had taken that drink from Alice at the club. But he could remember everything before that. Why had he accepted the drink anyways? Oh, he remembered being so tired and sweaty from all that dancing that he hadn't realized what Alice was doing. And that must have been a part of Alice's plan as well. She had gotten him so tired and sweaty and thirsty from all of that dancing, so that when they were done, he would say 'yes' to a nice, cold, tasty drink that she had spiked to get him into bed—or the back of his car.
Well, she better be on the pill because I'm pretty sure there wasn't a single condom in my car, Tristan thought as he sped down the road, still angry with himself and with Alice at the same time. And his heartbeat quickened as he thought of Alice getting pregnant with his little baby. He didn't think he could stand it if Alice gave birth to his child. That would be horrible. If Alice got herself pregnant, so help him, God, he would go on a mad rampage and destroy the entire city from his furious anger.
This was just ridiculous. He couldn't believe he had been tricked into having sex with Alice. Tristan pulled into the school's parking lot with plenty of time to spare and stormed into the school, still enraged at everything that had happened.
Scarlett got out of the shower, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning. She didn't have enough time to blow-dry her hair and put it in its usual ponytail, so she decided to just braid it wet. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, thinking about the drawer that had been opened only once in about four years. Everyday she thought about opening that bottom drawer of her dresser. Everyday she thought about wearing the clothes her father had bought her so many years ago. Everyday she thought about showing the school what her body really looked like. Everyday she thought about walking into that school and enjoying the look of dropped jaws and popped open wide-eyes of her fellow, clueless classmates.
But what was the joy of that? Sure, it would be fun to see the shock and awe on everyone's face. Sure, it would be nice to walk around in the clothes she secretly loved, but denied herself the pleasure of wearing, so she wouldn't be reminded of her
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