"Hi," I whispered.

"What's up," Cory asked. I could hear people in the background. "You okay?"

"Um, yeah," I started. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"Where you at," Cory asked casually. Either he was ignoring or oblivious to my uneasy tone. "Want to come hang?"

I hesitated. "Where are you?"

"Mikey's," he replied.

Mikey Feller. He was a junior and one of the biggest drug dealers at our school. Him and his best friend Jeremy Fisher sold pot, for the most part. But I know Chad had gotten coke from him once.

"Want to come hang?" Cory repeated. Before I could answer, he said, "I'll ask."

I heard Cory's muffled voice and then a handful of other voices. Cory came back on the line. "Yeah. Come over."

"You sure?" I asked, looking down at my lap. I couldn't quite believe that I was about to go hang out with Cory Bernard at Mikey Feller's house because my best friend thought I was a jealous bitch.

Things really had changed.

"Yes, Al, I'm sure. I'll text you the address. You sure you're okay?"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see. "Yeah. I'm fine. I'll be better soon. Text me."

Within 15 minutes, I was pulling up at Mikey Feller's house. It was nothing like my friends' houses. Nothing like my house. It was one story, the grass in the front lawn hadn't been touched in what looked like years. Paint was peeling. The screen door covering the front door was torn.

Still, despite my hesitation, I got out of my car, immediately locking it, and headed toward the front door. I called Cory to tell him I was outside.

I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing as I hung up and waited at the door. At the same time, I wasn't sure what was right or wrong anymore. My best friend had turned on me. And all I wanted to do was get high. And this was my safest option.

Mikey opened the door and his lips curled into a smile. "Allie Carson."

"Yeah," I snapped, tilting my chin up as I walked past him. "Don't get used to it. Where's Cory?"

"Relax, sweetheart," he said coolly, closing the front door. He then jerked his head toward the hallway. "This way."

Mikey's room was way too small for the number of people packed into it. There were six guys and the second I walked in, I was hit by a wave of smoke. I probably didn't even need to smoke myself. Standing in this room for 5 minutes would have me high, for sure.

"Allie!" I heard Cory's excited voice, and it took me a second to find him seeing as every single pair of eyes snapped toward me. Conversation silenced.

I was used to this. Guys staring, halting conversations. I just wasn't used to it in this setting.

Cory was on the far side of the room, sitting on a chair. I immediately walked over to him, ignoring the eyes on me, and sat on his lap. I took the joint from between his fingers and brought it to my lips.

"So to what do we owe the honor, Allie Carson," Mikey said, sitting in another stray chair in his room as he grabbed a bong sitting on the floor beside him.

"No honor here," I replied, exhaling. I took a moment to actually look around the room. I had no clue who any of these guys were, other than Mikey and the red-headed boy sitting on the bed. Jeremy Fisher.

One of Cory's hands rested on my back while the other snatched the joint out of my hands. He whispered, before pressing it to his lips, "Go find your own."

I rolled my eyes, then looked at Mikey. I smirked. "Want to share?"

"Share what, exactly?" he asked, his lips twisting upward.

Everyone remained silent as I got off Cory's lap and walked over to Mikey. I crouched down in front of him, moving in between his legs seductively. I knew I was playing a dangerous game. At this point, I didn't care anymore. "We can share a few different things, Mike. But right now, I wouldn't mind a bong rip."

His eyes were wide. He simply nodded and handed me his bong, lighting it for me. I coughed a little on the exhale as he took the bong from me, setting it back down beside him. I shook my head, gesturing toward it. "Again."

He seemed a little surprised by this but complied with my request. I coughed harder this time.

"You good?" he asked, an unsure smile on his face.

All I said was, "Again."

Mikey set the bong down definitively after I exhaled smoke for the third time in a row. I remained kneeling between his legs. His hands wrapped around the sides of my neck, tilting my head back to look at him. "I shared with you. Now what're you going to share with me?"

I placed my hands on his upper thighs, high enough where I knew it would tease him. But my main goal was using this as leverage to push myself up so I could press my lips against his.

I didn't care anymore. I didn't give a single fuck. All I wanted was control. And with how his body tensed at the contact, I knew I had it.

He was shocked at first. After all, he had Allie Carson in his home. Smoking his weed. Now kissing him.

The guys behind us said it all as they hollered and cat called at our kiss. Mikey's hands found my hips, pulling me towards him as my arms wrapped around his neck. He tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue running against my lower lip, but I pulled back.

"Allie," I heard Cory's voice amongst the chattering boys.

I smiled at Mikey, my eyelids feeling a little heavy now. His bloodshot eyes were anything but, though. They were wide, a mixture of amazement and hunger, and he licked his lips.

I pulled back further and Mikey's grip on my waist tightened.

"Allie," I heard Cory say again. I looked over and saw him standing now, staring at me darkly. He was not pleased. He jerked his head towards the door. He wanted to go. I shook my head. He bowed his a little and narrowed his eyes. I got the hint.

"Thanks for the smoke, Mikey," I said with a coy smile. I walked away, out of his grasp. Cory was right in step behind me, his hand pressed lightly against my back.

"You're leaving?" Mikey practically yelled.

"Yes," Cory replied without a moment's hesitation. "I'll talk to you later, bro."

I'd only taken a bong rip a few times before. On the rare occasion that I did smoke in the past, it was usually paper or pipes. This one rip—or these three, rather—had me stumbling already as Cory led me out of Mikey's house.

"What the fuck, Allie?" he scolded.

I shrugged, tripping over myself a little.

One of his hands found my arm while the other wrapped around my waist to help keep me steady as we walked toward his car. "I mean, seriously? In less than 5 minutes you're making out with Mikey."

"I'm a slut," I told Cory, giving him a loose smile. "Remember?"

Like mother, like daughter.

He exhaled, not amused or appreciative of my answer as he helped me into his passenger seat. Once he was in the driver seat, he insisted I give him my phone.

"Why?" I said with narrowed eyes, although I'm sure my eyes were already narrowed enough. The weight of my eyelids was becoming unmanageable.

"Give me your phone, Allie." Cory was never serious, so the tone in his voice had me handing over my phone before I even realized it. I watched as he tapped around before pressing it to his ear.

"Who are you calling?" I growled, reaching for it.

He easily dodged me, then the line came to life. "Hey, no it's Cory...Yeah, I have...No, nothing happened, I have her though and I..."

"Who is that?" I asked, even though everything was beginning to fade around me.

"Listen, she needs somewhere to go, and I don't know...Look, I'm just trying to help here."

Cory was getting agitated. I asked again, "Who is it?"

He ignored me. "Okay. Yeah, okay. See you then."

He hung up and handed my phone back to me. I asked again in a voice that sounded foreign, "Who was that?"

"Sean," Cory replied quietly. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as the engine of his car roared to life.

"You called Sean!" I screeched and just the exertion of raising my voice had my back slouching against the passenger seat. "We're so fucked."

"Well, you're high as shit and I don't know where else to take you," Cory said on a sigh. "Put his address into your phone, please, and give me directions."

"Cory—"

"Now," he snapped.

I did as he said and within ten minutes we were rolling up to Sean's house. He was already waiting outside.

"What the hell?" Sean yelled as both Cory and I got out of the car.

"See?" I mumbled to Cory.

"I thought you were having a girl's night with Rach and Linds," Sean said, his voice high and accusatory. He then looked at Cory. "So why the fuck are you with him."

"She called me—" Cory started.

"Please, stop overreacting, Sean," I sighed stumbling forward a bit.

Both Sean and Cory reached out, but Sean got to me first. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

I closed my eyes. It felt nice. "Sean, stop."

"Stop?" he repeated incredulously. "Are you seriously—"

"Cory didn't do anything wrong." I leaned further into Sean's chest.

"Like hell he didn't—"

"Look," Cory interjected. "Think what you want, dude. I just wanted to make sure Allie was safe, and I wasn't sure where else to take her."

"Cory," I whimpered.

"I'll talk to you later, Al," I heard him say.

My head was a bowling ball resting against Sean. I couldn't lift it even if I wanted to. I felt my feet moving under me. The inside of Sean's house warmed me immediately upon impact.

"Allie," Sean groaned as my body weight gave out. Suddenly my feet were off the ground. I felt him moving, but my eyes remained closed. It wasn't until I realized just how much of me was pressed against him that he was carrying me completely.

I heard voices. Stressed tones. I heard Sean's voice but couldn't make out the words. I didn't try. Then, silence.

* * *

I've woken up hungover plenty of times. Head throbbing. Skin hot. Eyes irritated. Hair tangled.

I felt even worse when I realized I was on Sean's couch and had no recollection of how I got there.

I sat up straight, a little too quickly, causing my head to beat like it had its own pulse. Chad was on the couch across from me, sleeping peacefully. Like nothing was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. Right?

I checked my phone. It was a little after 8am. I had too many text messages—enough where I knew something had happened.

Rachel. Lindsay. Lindsay. Lindsay. Rachel. Sean. Sean. Cory. Spencer.

Spencer?

I opened Spencer's text first.

From: Spencer

I really wish yoy came tonigt al. I miss you.

I laid back down on the couch, feeling a little relieved I didn't go to Kevin's party and mess around with Spencer.

From: Rachel

Where did you go

From: Lindsay

Come back

From: Lindsay

Let's talk about this please.

From: Lindsay

If you aren't going to text me, then text Rachel.

From: Rachel

Where the fuck are you

From: Sean

Why did Cory just call me?

From: Sean

Allie wtf is going on

From: Cory

Hey. Call me when you wake up

With each text, my entire night replayed itself for me. My fight with Lindsay. Going to Mikey's. The bong. The kiss. Cory's scolding. Sean's anger.

It was all a nightmare.

But at least it wasn't my current reality anymore. Not until Sean came down the stairs into the basement and stared at me, laying on the couch.

"Good, you're up. We need to talk," he said directly.

I looked at the time on my phone again. 8:09.

"So early?" I asked. Even exhausted, I found a playful voice as I smirked at him. But Sean had already moved to the empty couch beside me. I reluctantly sat up, knowing I wasn't going to get out of this.

"What happened last night?" Sean started. Running a hand through his wet blonde hair. He must've just showered.

I shrugged and was about to answer, "Nothing," but he cut me off.

"No bullshit, Al." His tone was anything but his usual kindness and my whole body shivered a little from it. I wrapped the blanket on me further around my chest.

"I—" I started. But wasn't really sure to start. "I just..."

Sean looked frustrated. He clenched his fists together in his lap. Then, he ground out, "I thought you were supposed to be with Rachel and Lindsay all night?"

This I could answer. I shrugged again, trying to push down the memories that suddenly came rushing back to me.

I've watched you fuck around. So don't put me down just because you're jealous I might have something real.

"We got in a fight," I answered.

"You got in a fight..." Sean said, almost not believing the words coming out of his mouth. "...with Lindsay?"

"Yes," I muttered, throwing the blanket off of me. "With Lindsay."

Sean seemed baffled now. One reason definitely being that Lindsay and I never fought. I don't think anyone would believe she was even capable of fighting.

Even though my head hurt—my whole body hurt—I stood and found my purse.

"What about?" Sean asked.

I ignored him and sighed, "Will you take me to my car?"

Sean was staring at me when I finally met his gaze again. His light brown eyes were nothing but an amber concoction of confusion.

"Sean," I said again. He seemed to snap out of it this time. His eyes focused on me. "Will you please take me to my car?"

He nodded and stood, even though it was clear his mind was elsewhere. "Sure. Where is it?"

I bit my lip. Here we go. "Uh. Mikey's house."

It took a moment before Sean processed what I said. He turned to me, his brows furrowed. "Mikey Feller?!"

I smiled as innocently as possible.

"Un-fucking-believable," Sean whispered under his breath. Still, I followed him up the stairs so he could drive me to my car.

* * *

I slid into the driver's seat of my car and wondered what I seemed to wonder every day, multiple times a day: where the fuck do I go now.

Because I wasn't going home. That was for sure.

Sean chewed me out the whole way to my car. Asking why I was at Mikey's. Why I'd been hanging out with Cory. Why I was dropped off on his doorstep, so gone I couldn't even walk.

"What is going on with you?" he asked finally, his voice much softer, to the point it almost sounded a little helpless.

I had no answer for him.

I was numb. I'd been numb for a while now. These past few weeks, particularly. But maybe longer.

I was starting to realize there was no answer. There wasn't an answer to anything.

I had no answer.

So I did what I knew would make me feel better. I found his number in my contacts and pressed call.

Like mother, like daughter.

I rolled down the window of my car and spit out of it as the phone rang.

It was only one ring before he answered.

"Allie?" His voice was surprised, yet excited.

"Hi," I deadpanned.

"Hey." Still, without even trying, his voice had me itching in my seat.

"Where are you?" I asked, containing myself with a long exhale.

"Home," he replied.

"Are you alone?" I asked immediately.

He knew what I meant, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Yes."

"I'll be there in 10."

With Spencer, there was never a question. I always knew what I was getting.

Good, hot, pleasurable sex.

The way he took me. The way he touched me. The way he whispered in my ear. The way he breathed against my neck. His finger running along my collarbone, knowing I would squirm underneath him at this one, simple action.

It was wrong of me to go back to him when I knew he wanted more. It was one hundred percent wrong. I knew that. But I didn't care. I really didn't care anymore.

Who cares.

Like mother, like daughter. Like daughter, like mother.

Once a slut, always a slut.

I was never going to be anyone's anybody.

I was Allie Carson. I was a joke. 

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