Song: She's Broken- Billie Eilish

The rest of the week, I meet him in the locker room. He gives me what I need and leave. I was surprised that he didn't ask for other little favors. I guess he has all he needs on me in case I ever was to talk and rat him out. This week is actually going by great. All week I have been in the best of moods. By the afternoon my friends are usually annoyed with me because I am too hyper. By the time I do get home, I crash.

I think my parents are getting concerned about me. I keep telling them that I'm just super tired from school, that the teachers are giving us so much work. In reality I haven't done much school work at all this week and I think I have skipped out most of the classes. Not the whole class but I tell the teachers I have to go to the bathroom and they let me go. Or I will make up an excuse to see the nurse anything to get me out. I had a test yesterday and the teacher is handing them back out today. I sit and wait, watching her give the papers out. I never understood why they turn the papers over when they hand them out to us, it's not like we don't flip it over and share it to everyone else in the room.

"Hey look I made an 'A'," says Miranda smiling and flashing the red 'A' in my face. "What did you get?"

I turn the paper over on my desk and there is a big red 'D' on it. I flash it for her to see. The funny thing is I'm not upset I laugh it off. Before I would have been in tears and begging for a redo but at the moment who gives a shit it's just a 'D'; I mean it could have been worse.

Her eyes go wide in shock. "Your parents are going to kill you."

I shrug her off and flip the test back over. "They don't have to know about it."

"Seriously you know anything below a C has to get signed by a parent."

"Oh yeah...I forgot...oh well it is what it is." I brush it off. "So are you going tonight?" I hurry up and change the subject because I don't even want to think about having a conversation with my parents about a stupid D!

"Coralie, I don't know if we should. How about you come to my house and we binge on Netflix and ice cream."

She has got to be freaking kidding me. All she ever want to do is sit around her house or my house watching TV or swimming in the pool. I need to go out regardless if she wants to or not and I will do it without her if I have to. "Whatever!" I huff, "I'll probably be grounded anyway."

Miranda doesn't go. And I don't go to her house either. I lie saying that I was grounded from making a 'D' on that stupid test. However, I never show my parents the test. I sign my mom's name on it so they will never know. I tell my parents that I'm going to Andrea's to study for Spanish and that I might just stay the night. They don't ask questions and I leave with my back pack so they will assume I have my school work and extra clothes for the night.

I walk into the massive mansion of Tyler Driver's house. Their house is like twice as big as ours. His parents like to travel and they have lots of relics and other things all over the house that look super priceless but Tyler could care less about any of it and all his friends know that if you come over leave his parents things alone. Tyler's parents are gone for the whole weekend, which isn't a shocker they are always traveling. Every time they leave he throws a kick ass party with all the food and drink possible. Each room is crowded with most of the seniors at school and a few are older than us. I am mingling in the crowd and even start to dance a little when Harley comes over to me.

"Wow you are actually here. What gives us the pleasure of you being here?" He says sarcastically as he rubs up behind me. I let him dance along against me. He his holding a cup in his hand and holds it up while he is grinding behind me.

I turn around to face him. "I told you I would come." I take a sip of whatever liquor is in the red plastic cup.

He smiles when I hand the cup back to him. "I can't believe your parents let you?"

"What they don't know won't hurt them," I snicker.

"Damn girl...little Cora gone all bad ass."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I ask him.

"Not sure." he smirks and finishes off the drink.

I reach out and touch his chest. "So look I'm wearing off from earlier, do you happen to have something else?" I sway in front of him a little seductively.

"Cora....you sure you want to do this?"

"Why do you care what I want to do so bad....come on help a girl out?" I slam my hand back into his chest.

He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway to a back room. Guys are playing pool and everyone is lounging around. Some couples are making out and I can't help but watch them. I have never thought about making out in the open like that for others to see. Heck I never really thought about coming to one of the parties to begin with. He guides me to the glass bar. There is white powdery stuff all over it and I watch as this guy lines it up with the edge of a credit card then he bends over to sniff it up his nose like its nothing. I have never actually watched anyone do this before, well in the movies but not in real life.

The guy sees me with Harley and he smiles, "You want some?"

I look at Harley then back at the guy. Harley grins at me. "It's easy to do, watch me." I watch him and then he hands me the tiny straw. "Go on, I promise you will feel so much better."

I hold the straw looking at him. I look back at the other guy. I don't know how to really do this and what if it is the wrong thing to do? What if it really messes me up. They are all staring at me and instead of asking how this will make me feel, I ask, "Are you going to take pictures?"

He laughs, "No. Whatever happens here stays here, it's one of our rules."

"Okay then..." I close my eyes for a split second. Coralie this is stupid just say no and go home. Cora you will be fine just do it. Within seconds my nose is burning, especially right between my eyes. The pain is unreal and I feel like I am going to be sick. How stupid of me. I start to do another hit but Harley takes the straw from me.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He hands the straw back to the guy behind the bar. "Come on."

I let him guide me back down the hall to the front of the house. The music is so loud. It doesn't take long for my heart to start beating fast as if it's going to jump right out of my chest. I'm sweating and it's so freaking hot in here. I pull off my shirt. I'm wearing a tank top underneath so it's really not a big deal. I let the music consume me and before I even know it I'm dancing within the crowd. Someone hands me a drink and I take a sip then another.

This really cute guy grabs my hand and pulls me into him. He is dancing with me, hands roam my body and start to play with my ass but it doesn't seem to bother me. I even let him nibble on my ear and my neck with his wet lips and tongue. My eyes won't stay focused and I feel really weird. My body starts to sway a little more than I plan and I fall over. To my surprise arms come around me; he catches me.

"Thhhhhanksssss!" I tell him not really noticing how much I am slurring.

"Damn girl you are wasted," he tells me.

"Nooooo....I'mmmmmm....not!" I smile up at him while taking my hand and rub it on his chest.

He laughs again. "Come on let get you out of here."

I let him lead me to a room. I feel so light-headed and I find myself lying down all of a sudden. He is helping me out of my clothes and I don't realize it until it is way too late. I don't have the energy to fight him off of me. I don't feel anything. No pain what so ever and I know it's from all the shit that I have consumed...the liquor, the white powdery stuff, the pills. The whole room just swirls all around me and everything goes into a blur.

When I wake up hours later he is laying beside me. I look around the room and stat to panic as I look down to notice that the both of us are naked. My eyes go wide as I cover my open mouth with my hand. Shit what just happened. Oh my god, my freaking head is pounding. Please make it stop. I roll out of the bed and start to search for my clothes. Dammit what the hell? How did I get here? I try to remember what was I doing and I do remember dancing with him...I faintly remember kissing him. As I'm zipping up my jeans he stirs awake and when I glance up over at him he is looking right back at me and smiling. Holy shit...did I just sleep with Tyler!

"Where are you going?" He does a sad puppy face. And Oh MY! He looks like he looks like one of those freaking underwear models. You know the ones with a nice hard core body. His chest is supper smooth and damn it looks like he works out for hours. Shit he is looking right at me and it dawns on me that I have been staring at him for the last few minutes.

I clear my throat some. "I...I...got to get home."

He pats the bed in the empty space in front of him. "Come on get back in bed, it's too early."

I bite my bottom lip. I debate on if I should just get back in bed but I shake my head no. "I really need to go." I look around his room for my shoes. I find the one over by his desk. "So is this your room?" I ask him while trying to find my other shoe.

He sits up and lets the covers fall down to his waist. I can almost see him...like more of him. I quickly look back down in search of my shoe. "Yeah...look my parents are gone for the whole weekend you can stay as long as you want you know."

"Tyler do you even know who I am?" I stop to look at him.

He laughs, "Of course...I don't just bring any girl to my room."

I know that is a lie. I have heard stories about him besides I thought he had a girlfriend. "I thought you had a girlfriend?" I ask.

He smirks, "We broke up....Bethany is a bitch."

"So I'm like the rebound girl?" I think I'm going to be sick. I can't believe I did this...this is not who I am. I would never ever think about going to a party and to actually end up in Tyler's bed...what the hell.

"Cora...it's not like that." He gets out of the bed, the covers fall and oh my god his body is built holy shit he has like a massive six pack and that nice 'v' in his abdomen going down to his junk and that alone is...is...exactly damn. I quickly look away and see my other shoe under a pile of his clothes.

"It's Coralie...my name...Coralie not Cora." I try to focus on anything besides what is standing in front of me.

He just stands there in front of me, naked as if it doesn't bother him at all. His hand brushes my hair out of my face. "You told me to call you Cora...don't you remember?"

I shake my head no. Why would I tell him to call me Cora? But I know why, because otherwise I would not be where I am at this very moment.

"Hey...don't look at me like you didn't want any of this....you were practically begging me." I watch as he rubs his chest and then reaches over for his shirt that is on the chair beside me.

"I'm sorry I really have to go."

"Cora wait!" he calls after me.

I turn back around to face him. "Tyler stop...you don't want me...look this was a mistake...I'm sorry."

He reaches out and touch my arm softly, making his way down to my waist. "Cora I really like you."

I step back. "You can't like a girl like me...no one can."

"But..."

I turn back around and I see all the photos on the back of his door of girls he has been with and I wonder if he took a picture of me and I didn't really want to know if he did. I don't bother asking him and I don't wait for him to finish whatever he was saying. I open his bedroom door and shut it behind me. Cora you are a bad girl...I tell myself.