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[code]Warehouse, Bathroom[/code][/right][hr]

Don’t be a whiner. Be a winner. Winners don’t cry, not in public, not at a party, shit like that is for the showers where the tears can wash down the drain with the rest of the filth. Nobody liked the girl who cried at the party and Vicky had to be liked, because if she wasn’t like she wouldn’t win Homecoming Queen, and if she wasn’t Homecoming Queen she was just Vicky and just being Vicky apparently wasn’t—[i][b]ENOUGH![/b][/i]

Vicky tore at Brayden’s jacket, fumbling with the stuck zipper, jerking violently as she moved on from attempting to free the zipper to trying to just break the damn thing. She slammed through the bathroom door with her shoulder. The second she caught sight that there was nobody inside she stopped trying to hold the tears back. She collapsed against the sink as she let out a choked, sputtering cry that sounded like a swarm of flies occasionally interrupted by one of them buzzing into a bugzapper. 

"Vicky?"

Vicky’s entire body tensed when she heard her name, her fake nails threatening to crack as she gripped the porcelain of the dirty sink. The flies were exterminated at once but tears were still shed over their massacre as Vicky’s shoulders quaked like they were trying to sprout wings of their own. She stared into the dirty basin as the droplets fell from her face and streaked towards the drain. She held her breath and prayed that when she looked up in the mirror she would see a ghost, because otherwise she’d be looking at a dead woman. Her eyes sprung up faster than Tommy’s switchblade knife as she flashed a freezeframe glare of murderous intent that broke the moment she saw the other girl in the reflection. 

[color=9777bd]”Are you alright?”[/color]

Oh, thank God. Tuyen! She was alive. She had chewed through the kidnapper’s ropes. Vicky was alright now, except wait, no she wasn’t, her life was terrible. Everything was terrible. She resumed her sniveling zt-zt-zt-ZZT cries. [color=9777bd]”Did something happen after I left?”[/color] Was Tuyen joking? Only like the worst thing in the world had happened, wasn’t it obvious? How could she always be so calm even in this time of crisis? Vicky’s attempt to respond was gibberish: ey-fhyukt-uhpt. [color=9777bd]”Can I help with anything?[/color] Sure, just do some magic and make Vicky go back in time so she could unfuck it. Only magic wasn’t real. This wasn’t like one of her [s]Japanese animes[/s] American romantasies. 

Vicky saw Tuyen’s tentative step forward and launched at her, grappling her up in a hug as Tuyen asked,  [color=9777bd]“Or- Or is it just the alcohol?”[/color]

Wait, why say that? Was this a repeat offense? Did Vicky do something like this every time she got drunk? Was she already known as the girl who cried at the party, and everyone outside the bathroom was out there snickering about her tragedy right now? So wait did that mean she wasn’t going to be the Homecoming—oh, nope, Vicky felt the bottle of curaçao in her hand. Tuyen meant the blue stuff. The crown was still Vicky’s and, hey, Tuyen was right. Another drink would definitely help calm her down. Still locked in a hug, Vicky pressed the plastic to her lips, raised the bottle, and waited to make the liquor face again. The face never came. The bottle was empty. How was that possible? She had only taken like…

[color=32cd32]“I fucked up,”[/color] said Vicky, the sobs stopping for the moment of lucidity as the bottle bounced off of the bathroom floor before returning as a muffled wail as she buried herself into Tuyen’s shoulder.

Perhaps pregaming  on the way to the party had been a bad decision, but that bottle Gwen had stolen from her mom had tasted like green apples. It couldn’t have been that strong. She wasn’t drunk. She totally wasn’t that drunk. Vicky most certainly wasn’t just drunk. 

She was hammered. 

Smashed. 

Shitfaced.

[color=32cd32]“[i]Tuyyyen, I fucked uppp![/i]”[/color] cried Drunk Vicky, or Dicky, the named uttered behind her back by the girls on the cheer squad on account of how after a few libations Vicky could become a total dick. [color=32cd32]“I broke up with—”[/color]

Whoa, girl. Time out. Vicky pulled back from Tuyen, holding her at arms length, scanning her like she was reading the nutrition facts off the back of a box of cereal. Sure, Tuyen was both her best and longest friend, which were two different distinctions but still equally important, but, like, Vicky couldn’t tell her the truth. Vicky would look like an absolute jerk if she did. What kind of awful person broke up with someone at a party? Vicky figured that if she had struck first then Chef would feel awful, and if he felt awful he would think that he didn’t want to break up with her. It had made sense in her head so why hadn’t it worked? He was supposed to chase after her. Why hadn’t he chased after her? 

Her eyes started watering again. 

[color=32cd32]“[i]Chef[/i] broke up with [i]me[/i]. He said, ‘Is it because of Tyler?’, I mean, ‘It’s because of Tyler’ he said, and I said, ‘What does Tyler have to do with me—with you—with you breaking up with…you’ and, uh, and I said,”[/color] Vicky trailed off, her sobs dampening as she stared up at the lights, trying to figure out which version of the story she was telling. 

She exploded in tears as she remembered. 

[color=32cd32]“He said I was in love with Tyler and I’m not in love with Tyler, Tyler’s like a brother to me, but the kind of brother that you wish your parents had put up for adoption or forgot was in the backseat of their car on a hot summer day when they went into the grocery store and came out two hours later to find a crowd and police cars and a news team and, anyway, you understand right?”[/color]

Vicky’s eyes narrowed. Her arms dropped from Tuyen’s shoulders as she folded them out in front of her chest. What was that? What the fuck was that? Perhaps she was wrong, perhaps it was because she had half-blinded herself by staring at the fluorescents, but she swore she had just caught a weird look on Tuyen’s face. Vicky wiped her eyes with a sniffle, the remorse in her voice starting to evaporate as her words started to carry with them a little heat.

[color=32cd32]“Why aren’t you more upset?”[/color] asked Vicky, her tone not just suspicious but on the edge of hostile, her nose upturned, her shoulders squaring before the tension released and her face fell into her palm with a loud clap. [color=32cd32][i]“Oh my god, you think I’m in love with Tyler too.[/i] I told you, it’s not like that! Does everyone think that? Tuyen, does everyone think that!?”[/color]

With a loud gasp, Vicky grabbed Tuyen’s shoulders again.

[color=32cd32]“[i][b]DOES TYLER THINK THAT!?[/b][/i]”[/color]