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I am not one to back down from a fight. My grandfather used to me tell that “law ran through my blood”. I was always coming up with an argument to everything as a kid, growing up to be even more stubborn and argumentative. I guess that’s why I’ve been so adamant about pursuing a career in law.
I had always applied myself, aiming myself at Ivy League scholarships since I was thirteen. My family didn’t have the finances to pay for a private university education for me. My dad was an intense gambler, wanting to secure my university funds but never having the luck. So whenever I would feel as if things would get better, that I’d have a chance without the constant added pressure, the rug would be pulled out from underneath myself. The last time my dad lost my university savings that he had previously won on a “lucky night” in Atlantic City. admittedly, I went into overload. It started out as popping Addies to help focus but with a few wrong turns and a few wrong people, it spiralled as all fragile things do. My GPA tanked, and so did my chances of obtaining a scholarship. And so, I conceded and went to a public university in Wyoming.
Once my aunt died, her fortune practically fell into our laps - there it was, what I had been looking for this entire time. A life jacket was thrown to me within the Pacific, and I held on for dear fucking life.
Now, I knew I had to get my shit together. But what can I say? I had faced the stress of a strained high school experience and an even worse two first years of university in Wyoming, falling in with the wrong crowd and, when my dad fell sick and died after being diagnosed with lung cancer, the grief hit me so hard I couldn’t breathe anymore. I tried so hard to get him to quit smoking.
My life line was what destroyed me, providing me with my only oxygen. I could breathe again. Of course, this didn’t stay the case for long.
After our inheritance, my mom intervened and bribed the nepotist Dean of Belvoire University, the most esteemed institution in New York, Marguerite Steinhelm. Of course, I didn’t know this yet, my mom swore I would never find out, instead telling me she demonstrated my previous work ethic, telling the Dean I was getting back on track and Steinhelm commended this. I should’ve known that was too easy, that a powerful figure such as Steinhelm wouldn’t be swayed as such - but I knew better than anyone, you take whatever you can get, no second thoughts.
Upon entering Belvoire, I immediately felt out of my element. There were polished, shimmering marble pillars rising from the ground, holding the equally polished faculty buildings above them, an Olympus in comparison to rural Wyoming. My university in Wyoming had dirt tracks for paths, Belvoire had a marble sheen on their paths.
I’m not fucking stupid. For a second, only for a second, I was glad I slipped up and became the party girl I did, then becoming the Queen Bee in my old, public university and in high school. It meant that I knew I had to dress to impress at this school, taking pride in my appearance at all times. I came equipped and looking like a bad bitch in my black Chanel mini-dress, a pair of my favourite black stilettos and a shiny gold bee necklace around my neck, just to remind people I run this shit. I know I should never say this, but thank god for my Aunt’s heart attack.
My chauffeur helped me carry my piles of bags to my dorm within the Winfrey complex, opening the door to her my new home. Of course I thanked him, I may be a bitch but damn.
I never would have expected what was on the other side of the door, a penthouse-ésque fucking dorm room. The apartment was open plan, sleek marble counters lining the kitchen, a huge black couch in the living room to the left, a flat screen TV, the works. I cannot wait to binge Love Island on that TV, I get to see abs and emotional breakdowns in 4K.
“Hi.” I heard from behind me.
Spinning around to face my company, I was greeted with a pearlescent smile and two of the friendliest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Shit this girl was gorgeous.
“I’m Zoey.” The stranger said when I didn’t answer.
Fuck Bea say something, don’t be an awkward idiot.
“Hi.” I replied back.
Hi? That’s IT?
“Wow, you sure sound overjoyed to meet me.”
I took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. Let me start over, I’m just a little dazed. You know, new school, new—“, I cut myself off. I was rambling. “I’m Bea.” I said with a small smile.
“Nice to meet you Bea.”
A pause. “Joint?” I asked as I reached into my pocket.
“I can already tell we’ll be best friends.”
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Later, Zoey and I made our way to one of the sorority parties raging before the school year officially started. I was glad I clicked with someone already, you always bond with someone over a shared joint.
Or maybe that was the weed talking.
“Can I do your makeup?”
“My makeup? What am I making up for?”
“Zeta party. Hell-ooo!”
I looked hot. We both did. I was wearing my lucky strappy white mini dress, white eyeliner around my eyes with a thin stripe of blue eyeliner on top to accentuate my blue eyes, rhinestones stuck on the sides of my eyes at the end of my eyeliner.
Entering the sorority house, the ‘Zetas’, I knew a university filled to the brim with spoiled, Addie popping rich kids who could afford all the drugs and alcohol they wanted may not have been the best environment for me. Poor choice Bea, you absolute airhead.
I liked to convince myself I had the full intention of staying clean, but I knew that wasn’t true. Not here. Not when I could see the white coats underneath the partygoers noses, the unmistakable glazed eyes that only a line could give you, the sweat dripping from your forehead.
The strobe lights flickered so fast everything felt like it was being captured within a shutter. It made it feel as if time was slowing, seeing the colours and the bodies momentarily before being plunged into darkness for a split second, a new colour cascading off of them the next.
Red, purple, blue, purple, red, purple, blue. All within a second.
Who am I kidding, it was fucking lights. No biggie.
“Bea, over here.” I heard called out to me from my right.
Looking over, I found Zoey standing at the kitchen bar surrounded by other partygoers, two shots in her hands. Walking over, I grabbed one from Zoey’s hand with a smirk.
“You speak my language.” I said before tipping my head back, allowing the burning drink to pour down my throat. With a shiver, I slammed the glass down and grabbed another, repeating the motion.
Shit that stuff is strong.
After a few minutes of drinking and talking, a voice called to the us.
“You two ladies looking for something a little harder?” It asked. Zoey and I both turned to face the source of the voice, finding a blonde boy, perfectly shaved. Clean. Hot.
“Sorry Liam, most I do is weed. It’s good for my aura.” Zoey replied, looking to me, expectantly waiting for a reply.
‘Liam’ looked me up and down. His blue eyes reflected the lights of the party so clearly. Red, purple, blue, purple, red, purple, blue - all in his eyes.
“No I— it’s not for me.” Liar.
Liam smiled warmly, genuinely.
“That’s alright. It’s not for everyone.”
Little did he know.
He slowly got up and made his way over to me, still smiling.
“You’re the new girl, Bea Hughes, right?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
He laughed. Not in a mocking or demeaning manner, but softly.
“Everyone knows everything about everyone here.”
Foreboding.
“Damn, better make sure I deleted all my pornos off the Internet then.”
Liam laughed at this and extended his hand.
“Dance with me?”
I looked at Zoey, my eyebrow quirked, a silent, ‘is that ok?’. Zoey smiled and raised her eyebrows back, a silent agreement as she then turned to some raven haired girl, the ends of her hair a gradient from black to silver to white.
Liam led me to the dance floor, his hands landing on my waist as my back turned to his front, my hands pulling through his hair on the back of his head to rest on his neck. I could feel his chest press against the top of my back and his hands sliding down my waist to rest on my hips.
He was enticing, I’ll give him that.
His lips began slowly scraping along the side of my neck. I turned to face him and his hand landed on the side of my face gently, pushing the hair from my face and shouting over the music.
“Did you mean what you said? You don’t do drugs?”
Yes.
No.
I quirked my eyebrow at him in challenge.
“What does it matter to you?”
Liam smirked, his eyes remaining locked to mine as he then leaned in to graze my ear with his lips.
“I think we’d have more fun if we were fucked up.”
I couldn’t agree more.
“What did you have in mind?”
Liam pulled a small, blue tablet out of his pocket with the unmistakable indented snowflake. Molly.
Putting it between his teeth in challenge, I wildly accepted, leaning in quickly to pluck it with my own teeth, my hand flying to around the back of his neck again as I swallowed it, us now beginning to kiss in the middle of the dance floor. I felt relief immediately. His tongue swirled with my own as his hands roamed the span of my waist and hips.
Why so dainty, Liam?
My hands slid upwards to his hair, pulling lightly and yanking, his mouth falling open as he gasped.
—
I didn’t know how much time passed, all I knew was that I was having fun within the absolute cascade and blur of bodies. The music sounded better. The lights were brighter. The drinks tasted better. The people were hotter.
But I didn’t need molly to know how hot the girl holding my waist from behind was.
We ground on each other, the blonde behind clad in pink Chanel, smelling like Chanel N°5 too, sucking and biting on my ear lobe, pushing my blonde hair out of the way.
Would it be weird if I told her how good she smells?
In return, I ran my hand through the other girl’s hair, yanking every time she bit me a little too hard, earning a hiss from her every time as she delved right back in.
Eventually, I spun around and began kissing the stranger. Her lips tasted like cherry, full and soft with a desperation, a need - an absolute need for control. They were firm and demanding as fuck. I liked that.
Next minute, we were in one of the bedrooms upstairs, her on top of me straddling my lap, her hands looped around the back of my neck, one hand running through my hair as I gripped her hips. The girl in pink planted her hand on my chest and quickly pushed me onto my back. Not one for taking things slow.
I could feel my heartbeat rising somehow even higher as she rid both of us of our clothes, kissing and sucking on my neck to leave marks.
“Possessive?” I breathed out. That was the first thing we had said to each other.
As the girl kissed down my stomach, letting her teeth and tongue scrape down, she looked up to make eye contact with me before answering, kissing my inner thighs between words.
“I want to see where my lips have been after I fuck you.”
Her voice was low and silky and she talked slowly. I shivered at her kisses and her voice as she slowly made her way up from my thighs, holding her mouth just in front of my pulsing centre as she looked from it to my eyes.
“Is this ok?” She asked as she grabbed my thighs. She hadn’t been gentle this entire time, yet there was only softness in her voice now. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it to my centre in response.
She smirked up at me, considering that her answer, and took a long lick of my centre from my opening up to my clit, my arousal clearly evident on her tongue.
When the fuck did I get so horny? Does molly make you wetter?
I moaned loudly as the girl began slowly moving her tongue anti-clockwise around my clit, stopping every few seconds to flick her tongue over it and then suck on it. I liked rhythm.
I could feel my body begin to tense, my legs wrapping around her head as my hips began to buck against her mouth. She pressed her hand to my hips and pushed me back down. As I complied, my hips remaining stuck to the bed, my moans growing louder and higher pitch, I heard the girl’s voice again.
“Good girl.”
And that was enough.
My fucking praise kink, god damn. It’s been like five minutes; you are not a straight man.
I cried out with one more lick to my centre, grabbing the girl’s hair, keeping her close as she moaned into my centre, looking up at me as I finished. She slowed her licks, allowing me to come down from my high, then detached her mouth from my centre and crawled between my open legs, remaining above me, her hair cascading down to me as she kissed me, allowing me to taste myself.
As I was regaining my breath, she began grinding on my thigh, her arousal coating it. I flipped us over, her spreading her legs for me as I kissed her neck and chest, my lips closing around the girl’s nipple and my tongue flicking over them, eliciting a moan from the girl underneath me.
I brought my hand to her core, collecting her arousal on two of my fingers before circling her entrance and slipping my middle finger inside as my thumb worked her clit. She moaned into my mouth.
“Another.”
She ground down onto my hand as I added a second finger, a loud moan being sent into the room as she broke away from my lips. Her grinding became erratic as I sped up, and with every stroke of my fingers and flick of my thumb, she moaned loudly.
I felt the girl beneath me tense, her legs clamping down on my hand as she let out a cry, her head tipping back and her hips lifting off the bed.
While she was regaining her composure, I slowly retracted my fingers, sucking on them as the girl looked at me with dazed eyes, me then pushing them into her mouth, allowing her to suck her own taste off of them.
After a few minutes of us lying together, me on top of the girl, listening to her hammering heart slow, she got up, depositing me on the bed again.
“Hey- where are you going?” I asked as she slipped her clothes back on, combing her fingers through her messed up hair to perfection again, wiping my lipgloss off of just below her lips with her thumb.
“I have a party to run.” She stopped at the door, the light wrapping around her like a halo. A halo around her entirety.
Why do I feel this is going to be very ironic?
“Be out of my bed by the time I come back.”
I knew this was a one time thing, but I had to know-
“What’s your name?”
The girl smirked at me, her eyes looking like a cat’s, ready to pounce.
“Poppy Min-Sinclair, and don’t you forget it.”