Starring: Chrissie McCoy @TootsiePop & Chanel Martin @Ejected ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
After each cup, drinking more seems like a better idea. Jokes become funnier, time no longer matters, and depending on the type of drunk you are, the flirtier you get. By now, Chrissie leaned against the window sill in the bathroom, staring at Jason’s contact information. She felt a little frisky and she couldn’t help but replay the night she gave him a strip tease. He always brought out the provocative side in her. Biting her bottom lip, she wondered if she should show him exactly what he was missing.
Unfortunately, with her surroundings being her school, she was reminded of the people that were rooting for her to move on. Going to the camera mode, she diverted her thoughts toward her date. Kavi. Wouldn’t he like to see that? Convincing herself to take pictures at least, she went to the nearest stall, closing the door behind her, and slowly brought her straps down. She could always send the pictures to Ariana, if by the end of this she came to her senses.
Giddy as fuck, as she prepared for a selfie photoshoot, Chrissie sucked her middle finger, leaned in to display her chest, and let the flood of endorphins urge her to get lost in picture taking until she had the absolute perfect ones. The type that begged for someone to devour her. A mixture of sugar, spice, and everything nice. If only she had someone to critique her pictures, before she sent it with no sense of regret at all. Alas, she didn’t have that leisure.
Chanel Martin came barging into the girls bathroom not too long after that; she immediately approached one of the sinks, sat her purse on the edge, and stared at her own reflection. She was pleased to see that despite her drinking and erratic dancing, there wasn't a single smudge on her perfectly caked face, or even a hair out of place. She was drunk, but not that drunk. She was still fully functioning... at least, she was enough to notice Chrissie McCoy as she stumbled her way through the crowd. It didn't take long for Chanel to excuse herself from her conversation with Sawyer to follow in the same direction. "I gotta go check on someone really quick," she'd told Sawyer before walking away. "I'll catch you later."
Assuming that Chrissie was using the bathroom, Chanel decided to wait until she came out of the stall to strike up a conversation, primarily to make sure that the dick wad Salvador himself didn't say or do anything out of line. So, in order to pass the time, the young woman grabbed her lip gloss from her bag and began to reapply it.
As if some divine power sent her an angel, knowing she was going through one hell of a dilemma of deciding which picture to send, Chrissie peered through the crack between the stall door and the pilaster to see hottie patottie Chanel touching up her makeup. They weren’t the closest, and didn’t even have the same social circle, but girls helped girls out so why not ask her for advice? Pushing the door open, with far more force than she anticipated, causing a loud SLAM to reverb in the ladies’ room, Chrissie exclaimed, “Oh heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
Prancing to the sink beside her classmate, who was in there with intention, and for her, not the lip gloss she was applying to her lips, Chrissie giggled, clearly drunk and in a state where someone like Kavi could easily take advantage of her, “You having fun? I sure am!” Subconsciously, and honestly unbeknownst to her drunken self, she held her phone in a way where a simple glance down could reveal one of her naughty selfies.
When Chanel saw Chrissie come out of the stall she began shoving her lip gloss back into her purse, wincing slightly at the sudden sound of the door slamming. "Heyyyyyy, girl," Chanel said hesitantly, matching the young woman's pitch. "I guess so. I managed to steal someone's date for a little while, find the spiked punch bowl, and make a new acquaintance in the span of forty minutes... so I'd say I'm having a pretty good time. I'm guessing you are too? You came with... Kavi, right? How's that going?"
It was as soon as Chanel finished speaking that her eyes landed upon Chrissie's cell phone, and her smile slightly faltered once they did so. Man, did she seem to be in a lot worse shape than Chanel had initially thought. "Having a lot of fun, huh?" Chanel asked casually, nodding her head at the device in Chrissie's phone. "Who are those for?"
Chanel was asking her a lot of questions in a short time span. Sober Chrissie would’ve answered them all, and even talked about her date and the strong punch, but she could only focus on the last bit. “I haven’t decided! I got options.” Not ashamed of her lewd pictures, she started showing Chanel all of them, and there were A LOT. “Maybs, I’ll text my ex! Make him have ragrets. Or, or, or I can send 'em to my date. He’d be so easy.” Chrissie chuckled to herself, while repeating, “So easy.”
Glancing down, she stopped on a selfie that was more focused on her face. It seemed like she overlooked that one. It looked like her smile failed her and she looked sad, “No, no, this one is ew.” She deleted it as soon as she noticed it. How dare she drop her mask? It was all she got. “So many people are ‘in love’,” She complained, making parentheses with her fingers. Looking from her phone, to the girl giving her company, she huffed and puffed, “You too, probably!”
"Me? What makes you sa-" Chanel was at a loss for words as her eyes briefly glanced over Chrissie's pictures. Of course, she looked stunning, but Chanel couldn't help but feel a tad weird about looking at them. Especially one of the last pictures, where Chrissie didn't look much like... herself. And in regards to her very last question, Chanel simply brushed it off, focusing more on her initial statements instead. "They're not bad pictures, Chrissie... but I don't think you should send them to anyone. At least not while you're..." Chanel paused for a brief second, wanting to choose her words carefully so that she wouldn't upset the other girl. "Look, maybe after you've gone home, gotten a good nights sleep, and had time to think it over... you can send them to whoever you want. I just don't think it'd be a good idea to do it now."
What home? She wasn’t wanted at Stella’s. Her home was miles away, with her parents in another country. She didn’t know if Ariana’s plans would change because she had nowhere else to go. Kavi was a mistake waiting to happen. Shawna had Sunshine. Kavan had Archer. Where was she supposed to go? Sense washing over her as she dropped her phone in her clutch, Chrissie nodded to the one person that noticed her in her time of need, and probably knew something wasn’t right, “Thanks. You’re right.” She said, surprisingly clear for her state. “Can you… do me a favor?”
Going to the window, she cracked it open to feel the cool night air, “Can you find Ariana? I want to stay here a bit longer.” Little did Chanel know, the moment she accepted and walked out the door, Chrissie would no longer be in the bathroom. Only those like Stella and Ariana would know, times like these, where the drama queen felt utterly hopeless, she would find herself aimlessly walking somewhere, getting lost until someone found her.
"Sure, I guess..." Chanel said, letting out a sigh of defeat as she slung her purse back around her shoulder and began walking towards the door despite the voice in the back of her mind telling her not to. She finally decided to listen to that voice, however, right before grabbing the door handle.
"Look, are you sure you don't wanna talk about whatever is bothering you?" Chanel said suddenly, turning back around to face Chrissie. "Not to be all up in your business or anything, especially since I know we're not super close like you and Ariana or Stella are... but something about you just seems different tonight. Y'know, my mom used to always tell me that it's not good to bottle up all of your emotions, so maybe you should just let it all out... Talk to someone. Is this about Carter or something? Or... Kavi didn't try any slick shit, did he?"
“Kavi? No, no. He didn’t do anything. If anything...” Chrissie trailed off. Leaning against the wall, facing Chanel once more, she studied the floor and her french pedicure. The moonlight seeped through the window behind her causing a halo to surround her wavy hair. If anything, she was the one leading him on because she liked the attention. He was behaving himself for someone with his kind of reputation. As far as she could tell, he seemed to be dealing with his break up differently than her. Or at least, they didn’t give into the sexual desire that was obviously there because maybe, just maybe, they both knew that was a mistake. That the only reason they’d have sex with one another was to feel good about themselves and not because they liked the other in that way.
Before she could go any further about Kavi, Chrissie registered the mention of Carter and her self pity turned to bitterness, real quick. “What about Carter?” Although she was no longer mad at Carter, per say, just hearing his name made her think of her cousin and it pissed her off. “Has he told you?”
"Told me what?" Chanel asked, her eyebrow raising at how quickly Chrissie's demeanor changed. "I mean, he did say something about you and him having a pretty heated conversation before class... but that isn't really anything new, right? And I thought you two had moved past that, anyway."
See, sober Chrissie already couldn’t handle talking about subjects like these. That hit home. Add alcohol to the mix, and it was all downhill from there. “Why don’t you ask Stella!” the primadonna snapped. “Like really! I hope those two get together. The sooner they do, the sooner Stel will stop being a lil' bitch.” Tightening her grip on her clutch, Chrissie stormed to the door.
Crossing her arms, she impatiently waited for Chanel to open the door or get out of her way, “I’m sorry, I can’t talk about this right now. I gotta' go.” Sadly, Chrissie was in no state to welcome kindness and comfort. Hurt people take out their hurt on others, and while Chrissie didn’t mean to, she couldn’t hold back. She was just so sick and tired of Stella’s bullshit. But more importantly, she still hadn’t fully recovered from her break up.
Slightly startled from Chrissie's sudden outburst, Chanel stood frozen for a few seconds before slowly nodding her head and sidestepping out of the way. There was obviously more going on with Chrissie than Chanel had originally thought, so it made sense as to why she didn't want to divulge all her business with someone she probably barely even considered a friend. "I understand," Chanel said, pulling the door open for the other woman to exit. "I hope you uh... try to have some more fun tonight. And stay safe."
“You too! Ciao.” Not giving Chanel another glance, Chrissie stumbled, yes stumbled (remember she’s still drunk), out the door, waving goodbye, heading straight to her next destination: finding Ariana. In the morning, she would probably come to regret this moment, revealing a side of her to someone who shouldn’t have seen it. No one deserved whatever Chrissie was becoming. Especially not someone who was innocent, and hardly involved.
Why was she like this and why did everything hurt on the inside? If only she could find a way to forgive and forget. Find a way to love. Tonight wasn’t the night and a happily ever after was out of reach. Sometimes, you have to hit rock bottom before you can climb again, and Chrissie was almost there. Killing herself lately, that’s been her mission, and it will stay that way until she gains the courage to just deal with it.