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❝ watch and learn, baby sister ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"No fucking way! You brought her here?" Kiara shouts angrily, waking me up from my nap "So what? She's in on this now?"

I sleepily open my eyes, craning my neck to look up at JJ and he strokes my hair soothingly with a small smile.

"Go back to sleep, angel" He tells me in a quiet voice and I shake my head, wanting to see what all the commotion is about.

I turn my head from the chair we're cuddled up in to see Sarah sat on the sofa next to John B and my heart drops to my stomach in disbelief. Sarah rolls her eyes at Kiara and looks at John B who looks over at us for help.

"I dunno" Pope mumbles with a shrug.

"Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share" JJ states, playing with my hair.

"You know, I don't remember taking a vote. This is our thing. A Pogue thing" Kiara snaps.

"I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all of this" Pope states.

"Thank you!" Kiara huffs.

"When are you not uncomfortable?!" John B snaps at Pope.

"I dunno. I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably" Pope retorts, making me grin sleepily.

"It's true. Most relaxed i've ever seen him" JJ nods in agreement.

"That's cute, guys" John B states.

"Extremely cute" I correct him.

"You know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her" Kiara declares.

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Sarah shrieks.

"Then leave" Kiara retorts.

"I told you" Sarah says to John B.

"Told him what, exactly? That you're a liar?" Kiara asks.

"No, that you're a shit talking bitch, Kiara" Sarah snaps.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" I bark, practically leaping out the chair.

"Don't you start, brat!" She huffs.

"I'm sick of you acting like you're better than me. Newsflash, princess, you're a bitch too!" I scream in her face.

"When have I ever said I'm better than you, or called you a bitch?" She retorts in disbelief.

"Bullshit! I find it real funny how you're nice to my face. It's hilarious how you talk shit behind my back. And it's downright comical that you think I'm unaware that you do it!" I shout angrily.

"You think you're so funny-" She starts but I cut her off.

"You wanna fight? I'll show you how I start, barbie!" I holler, lunging for my sister but Pope grabs me and yanks me back.

"You get somebody close to you for like a month and then-" Kiara is cut off when John B cuts in.

"Everybody shut up!" He hollers and Pope lets me go, nudging me towards Kiara and away from Sarah.

"Kie, Vie, you are my best friends, right?" He asks and I nod while Kiara shrugs.

"And Sarah, you're...you're my..." He trails off.

"Say it" My sister encourages him.

"You're my girlfriend" John B states.

"You've got to be kidding me" I retort, rolling my eyes.

"Ohh...that's new" Pope mumbles.

"She's your girlfriend now?" Kiara scoffs.

"What was all that talk about you were just using her for information? Get a map, cut her loose" The girl adds.

"You said you were using me?" Sarah asks John B, looking slightly hurt.

"No" He lies.

"Yeah, you did" Pope argues.

"You said those things" JJ agrees.

"Look, love just walked in, okay?!" John B snaps.

"Oh, vomit" Kiara gags.

"I didn't expect it. It just- it kind of happened. And I'm not gonna deny it. Right?" John B asks Sarah.

"Oh! That's corny" Pope mutters and JJ retches.

"Look, cut the bullshit, John B. If she's in, I'm out" Kiara announces.

"Me too" I add.

"I'm not doing this. I can't!" John B protests.

"You are gonna decide! I'm very interested, actually. Us or her?" Kiara declares angrily and I cross my arms over my chest.

"All" He shrugs nonchalantly and rage rips through me like a tornado.

"Went for the Hail Mary" JJ whistles.

I storm forward and this time no one tries to stop me. I lift my hand and slap John B as hard as I possibly can. His head whips to the side and the boys wince at the sound that rings through the air.

"I hope you're real happy with yourself, barbie" I sneer angrily at Sarah who sits up straighter, fear in her eyes.

I storm away and frustratedly kick the trash can over as I pass, the metal smashing to the ground loudly.

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As I walk down the hallway I notice Rafe out on the balcony with Topper and I don't know why I do it, but I walk over to the door.

The first thing I notice is the big smiles on their faces and the music blaring loudly through a speaker. The next thing I notice is the bottles of alcohol on the table and the thin white lines cut to perfection.

"Sylvie, my baby sister!" Rafe cheers, standing up out his chair and stumbling towards me.

"Good day, Rafe?" I ask curiously as he throws his arm around me, deciding to play along with his mood today.

"Oh, no. Shitty day" He answers, Topper looking at us in confusion "Good shit though"

"I don't know why you do that shit" I reply, frowning at the white powder.

"Don't knock it till you try it, Pogue" Topper tells me and I roll my eyes.

"Knock it off with the Pogue crap. She's got a name, Top" Rafe demands, making me smile softly.

"Fine. You want a line, Sylvie?" Topper smirks, clearly drunk and high "You look like you need it"

I pause, all the reasons not to do drugs running through my brain, but my anger rises above my common sense and I gulp, looking up at Rafe.

"Can you show me how?" I ask him and his grin widens in surprise.

"Watch and learn, baby sister" He says proudly, walking over to the table.

He sits down in his chair and rolls up a hundred dollar bill into a thin tube. I watch carefully as he leans down and uses the rolled up bill to snort two lines of the white powder before turning to me with a big smile.

He holds out the bill and I hesitate, glancing at Topper who nods at me encouragingly. I take the rolled up hundred from his fingers and sit down next to Topper on the sofa.

My brother makes another two lines in front of me and I shakily do as he showed me. I successfully inhale two lines of the white powder and my nose burns, making me wince.

"That's it, Sylvie!" Topper cheers and Rafe hands me a glass that I assume contains whiskey due to it's golden colour.

I take the glass from him and down the contents, feeling a strong need to just get completely wasted. Topper refills my glass and both boys lift their own.

"To Sylvie" Rafe declares loudly and a smile tugs at my lips as I let myself slip under his lies, just for today.

"To Sylvie!" Topper and I repeat in unison, making me giggle.

I down the golden liquid once again and Topper turns up the music while Rafe pours tequila into twelve shot glasses. Topper makes a move to pick one up but Rafe slaps his hand away, pushing all the glasses towards me.

"Fifty bucks says you can't drink all twelve in thirty seconds" My brother proposes and I smirk widely.

"You're on" I answer, shaking his hand.

Topper gets out his phone to time me and tells me to go. I start rapidly throwing back shots and just as I near the last five, I feel as if I'm about to puke.

"Shit" I gag.

"Ten! Nine!.." Topper starts counting down.

I push down the urge to puke, slamming back the last five shots just before the timer goes off and I let out a loud holler. Topper and Rafe laugh loudly, the latter ruffling my hair and handing me a fifty dollar bill.

I beam over at my brother who pours more whiskey into our glasses and I find myself not hating him as much as I really should.

"Hey, dance with me!" Topper shouts, grabbing my hand and pulling me out my seat.

A Drake song thumps loudly through my ears as Topper spins me around and I burst into a fit of giggles.

The world spins rapidly and I don't even try to stop it, enjoying the way my body buzzes like it's full of electricity.

Topper's hand slips out of mine and I don't even squeak as I'm sent sprawling onto the floorboards. My back hits the ground and I stare up at the ceiling in awe as it continues to spin.

A blonde head of hair pops into my vision and everything stops spinning.

"You good, little red?" He laughs, holding out his hand.

"Little red?" I question him curiously.

"You're always wearing red. It's your colour" He answers and I smile.

"I like it" I hum.

"So, how do you feel?" He asks.

"I feel like I'm floating" I grin, grabbing his hand.

He yanks me off the ground and Rafe shoves a drink in my hand, the contents splashing my red crop top a little.

"Get ready to float higher, baby sister" Rafe smirks widely.