《Better Luck Next Time - Fezco》2
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Mia sat in her bedroom, doing her makeup whilst also smoking a joint. She decided to just do a natural base and give herself little gems around her eyes. She was too high to do any of the intricate shit she usually liked to do for parties.
She was blasting music from her speaker and singing along as she continued to get ready. Mia was blasting RATBOY as she danced around her room feeling the affects of all the weed she had been smoking all day. Putting on her outfit which was practically a sexy schoolgirl outfit. She wore a black tennis skirt which left little to the imagination, she paired this with thigh high white socks and her favourite pair of platform Mary-Janes. She finished her outfit by pulling on a tight fitting crop top. Looking in the mirror she smiled at her appearance, adding 2 little clips to her hair to complete the look.
Mia checked the time and saw that it was now 9:30, she decided she had time to inhale a few lines before she left. After crushing up the crystals she bought earlier in the day she prepared 2 lines of coke before inhaling them both. She coughed and gagged slightly at the aftertaste, her eyes watering.
Mia grabbed her signature black backpack making sure she had packed a few pre rolled joints, knowing she would be too fucked to be able to roll while at the party. She also grabbed a half bottle of vodka and her phone. She started making her way to the party when she felt her phone buzz.
Fez:
Yo, you need a ride to the party tonight?
Mia smiled at his thoughtfulness, and typed out her reply.
Mia:
Nah I'm good, almost there. Thanks tho :)
Fez smiled at the message she had sent him, although he was slightly worried that she would be walking on her own. Especially because he knew she would be either high or drunk or both. He got in his car and made his way to the party anyway. Although the main reason he was here was for business, he was also excited to see his favourite girl. He especially wanted to see her in whatever cute outfit she was most likely wearing. Fezco sighed as he cursed himself for being so pussy whipped.
Mia smiled as she reached the house which was booming with loud music. She was already feeling the affects of the coke and weed, excited to get even more fucked up. She wasn't even sure who's party this was, she had just received an invite from Nate Jacobs through her DM's. Mia could never turn down a party.
She made her way through the house, there were drunk teens everywhere. Dancing on each other, doing shots in the kitchen. She decided she needed another boost of energy. Going to the bathroom, so no one would ask her to share her drugs. She quickly fished a key from her bag and sniffed 3 keys of her coke.
Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she saw her pupils were extremely dilated and felt her jaw starting to clench slightly. Oh yeah, she was definitely feeling the effects now. Mia made her way downstairs, deciding to dance with some of her school-mates whom she rarely spoke to outside of parties.
She saw Kat, a girl she actually really got along with. The girl approached her with a drunk smile. "Miaaa- you look hot!" She exclaimed, slurring her words. Mia smiled, amused by her drunkenness. "You look hotter." She claimed as they started dancing. After about 20 minutes she found herself needing some fresh air, and a joint.
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"I'm gonna go out for a smoke, you want to come?" Mia asked the girl who looked to be having the time of her life.
"Nah, you go I'll catch you later!" Mia nodded walking away feeling Kat slap her ass as she was walking, which made her laugh.
Mia spotted her favourite person sitting on a sofa which was oddly placed outside. He was smoking by himself, looking as though he would rather be anywhere else. She smiled slyly as she walked behind the couch without him noticing her. She covered his eyes with her dainty hand and felt him tense.
"The fuck-" he stopped himself as she took her hands away leaning down so they were face to face, grinning at him.
"Guess who?" she whispered, feeling him relax once he knew it was just her. "Fuck Mia, you don't sneak up on a guy like that." He told her off, but found himself smiling at her. She jumped over the back of the couch landing close to him.
"Sorry Fezzie" She grinned, knowing the nickname would annoy him. "What'd I say about that fuckin name." He playfully growled tackling her on the couch so she was laying beneath him as she giggled hysterically.
"Sorry! sorry!" She giggled as he tickled her. He let her go, realising how much she had lifted his mood in a manner of seconds.
"You look good ma, let's see the fit." He requested as she stood up and did a twirl in front of him. Fez swallowed as her skirt blew up slightly giving him a peak of her lacy red panties she was wearing underneath her school girl skirt. Fuck she looks cute. What the fuck is this girl doing to me.
Fez thought it was slightly ironic that she was dressed as a school girl, considering she was one. It made Fez feel like a pervert, that he was so attracted to this girl that was so much younger than him. This is one of the reasons why he had never made any moves on her. The other reason being that he was her drug dealer, and he couldn't mix his work with romance. He would never be able to forgive himself if something happened to her because of him. It was hard enough after Rue had overdosed, the guilt still very much there. But Mia was more of a free spirit, she had taken drugs before she met him, and he knows that if he were to stop selling to her she would just find her shit somewhere else. He didn't want her getting involved with any other dealers, knowing that not all of them were as level headed as himself.
"Here," She said as she passed him a joint that he hadn't even realised that she had lit. He thanked her and took a long draw.
"So how's your night been so far?" She asked him, looking up at him with her big doe eyes. He noticed that her pupils were heavily dilated and the whites of her eyes were blood shot and red.
"Aight, probably better now that your here." He drawled, handing her back the blunt. His mind wandered to earlier that day when she had been so close to him. What the fuck was all of that about? He wanted to ask her.
Soon they were joined by Rue, Mia recognised her from earlier outside the corner shop. Remembering that she was like a little sister to Fezco she smiled at the girl.
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"The fuck, Rue?" Fezco asked as she sat on the other side of him. He could see that she was clearly high.
"Come on now bruh, you owe me 120 buck's." He reminded the girl as she started smoking her blunt.
"My bad man, I forgot." Rue apologised, knowing there was no way she was gonna be able to come up with that kind of money anytime soon.
"Shit, you know I ain't trippin." He took a hit of her blunt. "But to be honest with you, you're whole drug shit got me feeling kinda uneasy."
"Come on, don't go soft on me Fez." Rue joked, Mia felt like she was slightly intruding. Seeing as Fez hadn't had a real opportunity to speak to his friend since she came back from rehab.
"I'm gonna go get a drink. You want anything?" She asked both Rue and Fez who both turned down her offer. Rue eyed Fez who was watching Mia walk away, staring after her even after she had entered the house.
"Your so whipped." Rue stayed shaking her head with a slight smirk. It was weird seeing Fez with a girl who didn't seem to just be a hook up.
"Ion know what your talkin' bout Rue." He brushed off her comment, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah sure.." Rue sighed, letting it go.
Meanwhile Mia was preparing herself a drink of vodka and coke. It was still early and she was feeling buzzed, but she wanted more. She pulled out a tab from the pocket of her leather jacket, placing it underneath her tongue. A trick she had picked up a while ago, supposedly it makes you trip sooner but hell if she knew.
She looked around the room silently observing everyone around her. Her mother had always said she was amazing at observing people. She said this made her a good judge of character, which often came in handy. A good example of this is when she first met Fezco, she just had to look into his eyes and she knew he could be trusted. He had kind eyes. However, when she first met Nate Jacobs aka the most popular boy in school she could sense there was something slightly wrong with him. He just had an aggressive vibe, whatever that means.
Mia sat on the kitchen counter as people passed by her, a few boys even tried to approach her. But Mia was far too high to be able to converse with any of these people right now. She quickly made her way back outside and saw the Fezco was no longer sitting in his previous spot. Mia frowned, assuming he had left without saying goodbye. There was a big commotion around about the pool but Mia payed no mind to it. The acid tab was now taking full affect and Mia was seeing stars. She laughed as she danced to the music that was pumping throughout the house. The strobe lights were tripping her out, but she was so happy.
"Mia" she heard a voice beside her, she looked and saw Kat. Giggling she grabbed her hand making her dance with her.
"Where have you been?" Kat questioned the girl who looked far more intoxicated now then she had an hour ago.
"Oh yano, here, there" Mia replied with a laugh. While Kat was amused by her usually cool and calm friends new behaviour, she was also slightly concerned. She was definitely not just drunk.
"What are you on, girl?" She asked laughing at her friend who was vibing to the music.
"Uhmm.. acid.. vodka.. cocaine" Mia listed off casually, trying to remember everything that she had taken. "And weed." She concluded with a giggle. Kat couldn't say she was surprised, she had only known the girl for 2 months but she knew Mia liked her narcotics. Whereas Kat was happy to just stick to alcohol and weed.
"Come on, where's your boy toy?" Kat asked, referring to Fezco the local drug dealer who always seemed to linger around the girl at these types of events.
"I think he ditched me." Mia replied sadly.
"Think again, ma." a voice came from behind the girls, Mia let out a happy squeal when she saw him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reciprocated her embrace.
Kat rolled her eyes, "Oh my god, just fuck already." She muttered, however neither of the duo had seemed to hear her as they were still hugging. Fezco pulled back from the embrace and surveyed the girl, who looked even more fucked then when he last saw her. Which made him frown slightly.
"Where were you?" She questioned, her big brown eyes were glassy and her full lips set in a pout that made him want to kiss her even more.
"I had some business to take care of, remember I'm here for work." He reminded her with a chuckle, he wasn't happy that she was so intoxicated but he had to admit the she was very cute when high.
"I'll see you later Mia." Kat excused herself, feeling as though she was intruding on a private moment between the two. Kat smirked to herself, oh yeah those two are definitely fucking.
"Come on Fez, let's do shots!" Mia exclaimed, dragging the older boy towards the kitchen.
"Nah baby, I think you've had enough. Come on I'll take you home." He insisted while leading her towards the front door. Mia couldn't even be mad about him making her leave because he had called her that name. Baby. Her stomach fluttered as she followed him obediently.
It wasn't until they were in Fez's car that he realised just how intoxicated she was, she was watching the street lights with amazement as they drove.
"Aight ma, I'm gonna ask you once what you've taken and I want you to answer honest. Ok?" Fez looked at the girl as she turned towards him.
"Just Acid, and weed" She promised, lying slightly. Fez didn't know about her cocaine habit. Mia knew if he found out he would never sell to her again.
"You sure?" He asked, slightly suspicious. She nodded eagerly, not trusting herself to not say something stupid. He looked content with her answer. Even though Fez wasn't a fan of her fucking with drugs, he knew she couldn't overdose on a tab of acid.
"Where we going?" She asked him, noticing he didn't actually know her address.
"We goin' back to mine, ma."
"Oh so it's like that?" She asked cheekily, Fez just shook his head. This girl really was a fucking trip.
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