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"Ivy, can you pay attention to me rather than your phone?"I looked over my phone screen at a pouty Rose.

We were currently sat in the queue at a McDonald's drive-through. I'd been craving french fries for day's and this was going to settle that craving. We'd opted for something greasy to fill the void that countless lessons and pretentious teachers had caused. Rose usually enjoyed schoolwork and hated junk food, but even she had enough today.

I couldn't tell if it was because of the foggy weather and the chill of the wind or because we both felt like crawling under a rock after the party. I still couldn't comprehend that I'd slept with Brody of all people. It was almost as if I was having an out-of-body experience and I was watching myself make epically bad decisions and there was nothing I could do about it.

I hated the fact that I'd enjoyed the way our bodies connected in a dance that only we understood. He'd made me feel real raw feelings that I didn't know was possible. I just wished that it could have been anyone else but him.

I always thought I was immune to the allure that was Brody Jackson, but God I was wrong.

"Earth to Ivy,"

A manicured hand waved in my face and I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, "I'm sorry I was watching a funny TikTok," I muttered placing my phone on my lap and twisting my body to face Rose.

Happy that she had my undivided attention she sighed, "Thank you. I don't understand why you watch that stuff,"

"It's funny?" I said as if that was the most obvious answer.

She deadpanned, "Cats singing the songs to 50 cents candy shop is not funny, it's weird,"

"You are uneducated," I scoffed.

Rose and I were usually as compatible as you could get but when it came to social media we were the complete opposite. She'd prefer to perfect selfies on Instagram with the right filter and selfie light, whereas I'd rather watch funny videos and read conspiracy theories on Reddit.

"Whatever," She scoffed and then her lips curled up into a smile, "Have you seen the pictures from the party?"

"No?" I raised a brow. I hadn't even realised pictures were being taken. I hoped I wasn't in any of them. I wasn't the most photogenic person to walk this earth and most pictures tended to illuminate my double chins.

"Yeah, Craig had a professional photographer take candid snaps. He likes to document all his parties," Rose pulled out her phone typed her passcode and began scrolling through what seemed to be a photographers Facebook page.

"How do you know that?" I asked and I watched as Rose's cheeks turned a flush pink.

She looked up at me sheepishly through her thick lashes, "He told me,"

A devilish grin spread across my face, "Craig told you huh?"

"Yes," She squirmed in her seat and I secretly liked her discomfort. She hadn't gone into details about her steamy night with Craig, not that I wanted to hear the gory details, but that didn't mean I wouldn't tease her about it.

"Was that before or after you sat on his weener?" She gasped and slapped her hand on my shoulder, "Ivy, don't speak like that. You're making me cringe,"

I put my hands up in defence, "I'm only asking. You seem to know a lot for someone who only slept with the guy,"

She looked back at her phone and tried to ignore me even though my stares were boring into the side of her face.

After a while, she let out an aggravated huff, "Well I mean we did talk a little after,"

"You had a pillow talk with Craig?" I pinched my lips together to try not to laugh despite the unimpressed look on Rose's face.

"Even though I was drunk, I'd lost my virginity to the guy. I couldn't just make a mad dash for it after," I mean that's pretty much what I did after four rounds of sex with Brody, but of course I wasn't going to mention that.

"Did he know it was your first time?" I asked out of curiosity.

My first time was with a family friend who had visited over the Christmas period. He was okay looking, not a supermodel type, actually pretty average now I come to think of it and the deed was over before I'd even managed to take my clothes off properly. I'd bled of course, which was embarrassing in itself and without a word he'd just handed me a towel and joined the table for the turkey dinner.

I'd convinced myself that I wanted to lose my virginity and get it over with but after I'd done it I couldn't help but feel as if something was missing.

I should have waited for the right person to make it special and a moment I'd look back on with fondness. Not embarrassment and humiliation.

"I told him because at first, it hurt, a lot actually, I thought I was going to be sick," She said, "He was sweet about it though, which was surprising since it was Craig. He's probably taken loads of girls virginities,"

"He's in love with you that's why," I rolled my eyes, "He's probably been waiting for that moment since birth," 

"Oh shut up," She laughed, "He thinks he likes me but he doesn't. He just has a thing for blondes. I'm an added barbie to his collection,"

"Don't put yourself down, a lot of boys like you," I said as I leant over and took our order from the McDonald's worker. The paper bag felt warm on my hands and I had to restrain myself from devouring the fries and burning off my tastebuds. I placed the bag onto my lap and craddled it as if it were my own child and watched as Rose pulled out of the drivethrough.

Staring straight ahead I watched as she chewed her lip in thought. I pulled out a fry, held it inbetween my fingers and blew in an attempt to cool it down.

"What's up? Why do you look as if you are going to steer the car off the road into a tree?"

She shook her head and smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, "Nothing I'm just thinking about how that night didn't go exactly how I thought it would,"

I felt my heart sink, I knew what her orignal plans had been and I tried to hide the guilt on my face by shoving a handful of hot french fries into my mouth. The heat was instance and I let out a yelp as I grabbed for the nearest drink and swallowed as much as I could to cool down the fire.

The strong taste of cold coffee instantly hit the back of my throat and then shot out of my mouth and quite possibly my nose.

"Rose when was the last time you cleaned your car? Why is there a cold starbucks in here?" I yelled trying to clean the dribble from my chin, whilst also dabbing at my stained jeans. The fries had fallen on the floor and I didn't have time to mourn them.

Rose's eyes widened, "Don't stain my seats with coffee I'd just paid for them to be professionally cleaned,"

Flabergasted, I waved my arms in the air, "I've almost died and all you care about is your seats?"

"It was self inflicted, you were too impatient and decided to eat the fries now," She'd pulled up at a red light and with an disaproving glance she took the bag from my lap and placed it in the backseat.

"Aren't you going to put a seatbelt around it?" I couldn't believe she was going to leave them unprotected and in danger.

She raised her brows as if I'd gone insane, "No? Why would I do that? Ivy you are batshit crazy,"

"I'm crazy?" I exasperated, "You have a full cup of starbucks that you haven't drank left in your car. Thats like $5 you have wasted and you are calling me crazy?"

"Chill out," She shook her head, "It's only been there for like two days,"

My eyes nearly fell out of my head, "Two days? So there could have been mold in there?"

She nonchantly shrug her shoulders, "Maybe,"

As if on queue my stomach churned. I took a deep breath and then exhaled trying to ignore the images of mold entering my brain. If she wasn't my bestfriend I would have killed her by now.

"Ivy," She let out a sigh, "It's just mold you won't die. Besides someone is calling you," She leant over and picked up my phone, "Who the hell is batan?"

If I wasn't pale before I was a hundred percent pale now. I quickly took the phone from her hand at a rapid speed. I turned the volume down and placed it against the ear that was furthest away from her. I didn't understand why he was calling, and answering was riskey with Rose sat right beside me but part of me wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Hello?" My eyes flickered towards Rose, who tried to act as if she wasn't listing even though she was. She positioned herself so she was half facing the road, half turned towards me.

"Poison," His voice was smooth like silk. It sounded like it did when he had woken up that morning. When he'd rolled over and I was beside him. I tried to keep the heat from flooding my cheeks at the memory of his shirtless torso and tousled hair.

"What's up?" I was short. I had to be. If Rose had any indication I was talking to a boy, him expecially I would be kicked out of the car at full speed.

"What are you up to? I'm bored, I need you to come entertain me."

My heart fluttered and in another area I didn't want to disclose.I hadn't expected him to be in touch so soon after the party but I wasn't complaining. I'd be more than happy to entertain him in many ways.

"Really? Auntie Tanya has broken a hip? Oh god that's terrible," I feigned surprise and I could see it worked because even Rose's brows pressed together in concern.

I was going to hell for sure.

"Huh? Auntie Tanya? What the hell are you -"

"You need me to come over and look after her children? Of course. Where do you need me to be?"

"Oh," The realisation dawned on him and he chuckled, "Maybe my dads beach house? I'll text you the address,"

"Okay great, I'll be there soon. I hope Tanya is okay," I scrunched my brows together in concern and hung up the phone. I could feel Rose's eyes staring into my face and I looked at her. Even though the thought of seeing Brody excited me, way more than I liked to admit, I still felt this nagging feeling of guilt in my stomach. I wished I could tell Rose, but I didn't want to hurt her.

"Did you get the address? I can take you there now?" Why did she have to be so oblivous to the lies I've told her? I kind of wished she'd call me out for being a scumbag of a friend.

"They're texting it across now," I mumbled fiddling with the phone in my hands.

"Oh gosh I hope your aunt is okay. Bless her," And suddenly the idea of sneaking to Brody's didn't seem as exciting.