Reese's POV

As I predicted the school emails my mom the details of schedule pick up. When the day comes I'm lounging around on the couch flipping through Netflix.

"You sure you don't want to come?" She asks slipping on her sandals.

"No. I'm not stepping foot onto that hellhole until I absolutely have to." A.K.A the first day of school.

"Alright. I'll be back soon."

I nod and hear the door shut. I'm in the mood for some horror so I go through the horror section. After a while I decide on a movie called Hush. The description says it's about some deaf girl being stalked by a killer in her house.

Horror movies don't really scare me. They actually make me laugh, mostly from the pure stupidity of the characters. I don't think a horror movie has actually scared me, besides the usual jump scare.

Near the end of the movie my mom finally comes back.

"Why'd it take so long?" I sit up.

"Lots of other parents and kids," she replies tossing a stack of papers at me. "Information from the school. Your schedules somewhere in there."

I toss aside the unimportant papers, which is basically everything. Dress code, rules, blah blah blah. Finally I find my schedule and scan the paper.

Homeroom-Room D19, Teacher: Mrs. Maroon
1st period-U.S. History, Room D32, Teacher: Mr. Lawson
2nd period- Pre Calculus, Room A9, Teacher: Mr. Pear
3rd period- Chemistry, Room D25, Teacher: Mrs. Robinson
4th period- English 3, Room C21, Teacher: Mr. Nickerson
5th period- Art, Room A15, Teacher: Ms. Holly
6th period- AP Spanish, Room C30, Teacher: Ms. Alvarado

Whoever said junior year was one of the toughest years of high school wasn't lying. I was already getting a migraine thinking of all the homework I'd have. My only easy classes were art and AP Spanish. Spanish would be a breeze since I was already fluent, and art was one of the easiest classes to pass. All you had to do was 'give your best effort' and you'd get an A. The rest of my classes? Not so much.

"How are your classes looking?" Mom comes back in the living room and sits on the couch across from me with chips and guacamole dip.

"Just great," I reply sarcastically. I start to crumple the paper then remember I'll need it to know what classroom to go to since I sure as hell won't remember.

"Do you need to go back to school shopping for supplies?" She asks.

"Nah." I'm pretty sure I have some pencils and paper left over from last year. How long they'll last however is questionable.

I steal a few chips from her plate before heading upstairs. Tonight there's a bonfire party at the beach and I plan to be in attendance. I invited Kimora but her parents wouldn't even entertain the idea.

After changing into shorts and a Diamond and Co. sweater I head out.

As it turns out the party is super lame. The only good things is the free drinks, and even that gets tiring after a while.

Maybe I'm just over the whole party thing.

Or maybe I can't find enjoyment in much because I'm still thinking about Krystal.

I wish there was a way to get her out of my thoughts. I wish she was as easy to erase as erasing paper. But she was there, inked like a tattoo on my mind.

I felt someone's presence next to me and turned to see Marcus.

"This party sucks huh?" He asked lightning up a cigarette.

I nodded and turned to look back out at the water.

"So it's not just me then," I chuckled.

"Nope."

I sighed and leaned back. "I just wanna be so high right now that I can't think about anything. Higher than what weed can give me."

"Reese..." Marcus trailed off then continued. "If you're serious about that..."

I turned to look at him. "What?"

"You really wanna get that high?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."

He took a breath. "Ok."

I raised my brows at him. "Ok what?"

He reached into his sweater pocket and pulled out a small baggie filled with white powder. "Do a line with me."

I'd never actually done cocaine before. I tried to stay away from hardcore drugs. But right now, I was desperate to escape this terrible feeling and if cocaine was the answer, then so be it.

We ditched the party and went back to his place. Since it was my first time one line was all it took and I was higher than the stars.

I was flying, leaving all my earthly problems behind me.

Krystal's POV

Pepto bismol, pepto bismol, pepto bismol....

Gotcha!

I picked up the bottle and wrinkled my nose. I hated the liquid version but they'd ran out of capsules. Oh well. One drink and whatever weird stomach aches I'd been having for the past few days would be gone.

I weaved through the aisles to get back to the cash register quicker and because I was so close to the shelves my elbow accidentally knocked a few items down.

So freaking annoying.

I was about to leave the mess so whoever worked here could clean it up when one of the things I knocked down caught my eye.

A pregnancy test.

I slowly bent down and picked it up, staring at the label.

100% accuracy home pregnancy test! Simple and easy to use!

I stared and stared and stared at it, feeling my heart rate speed up.

I can't be...it's just not possible. It was one time....

I looked to the left, right, and over my shoulder before stuffing the test in my purse. I was just being paranoid. I'd go home, take it, the results would come out negative and I'd laugh at myself for being so silly.

I left without paying for the Pepto bismol.

I locked my room door, drew the curtains closed, and locked myself in my bathroom. The instructions were simple enough. Pee on stick. Wait for results. One line meant negative. Two lines meant positive.

As I waited for the results I started to laugh. I was so freaking stupid. Why was I wasting my time even doing this? There was no way I was pregnant.

When it was time to check I took a deep breath and picked up the stick, squinting at the tiny screen.

No. No no no no no no no no no.

Two lines. Two lines and my world fell apart.

I collapsed gasping for breath, but I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe. I clawed at my throat trying to force air to work through my lungs. No no no no no no no it wasn't true, it couldn't be true. It was one test, probably a fluke. I was not pregnant. I was not.

I kept repeating no in my head until I started to calm down, until I started to believe it.

I drove all the way to the beach and threw the test out into the water. Let the sea take it far far away. As I watched it grow tinier and tinier and disappear completely I felt better. What was I even thinking? Of course I wasn't pregnant.

My phone beeped with a text and I checked the screen.

Josh: on my way home! Can't wait to see you !♥️

Smiling I typed out a reply.

Me: can't wait to see you too💜

Josh was coming home. Soon Rosie and Alexis and everyone else would be back. School was starting. It was time to stop this pathetic pity party I was having. Honestly I felt ashamed of myself. Who had I even become?

Driving home I stormed back up to my room and swiped everything off my vanity table, sending it crashing to the floor. My reflection started back at me.

I was Krystal Parker. I was that girl. People worshipped me. They wanted to be me. I wasn't going to let one stupid boy ruin me. Fùck Reese. Screw him.

I bent to pick up my bright red lipstick and wrote on my mirror.

The Queen is back bitches💋

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