seventeen MEAN GIRL s t u b b o r n snobby material girl. The question isn't who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me. PROBLEMATIC e x t r o v e r t e d rebellious I’m not a humanitarian, I’m a hell-raiser.
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ryan-cotterr:
“If you say so” he said with a small shrug, not believing her for even a second but it wasn’t his job to get involved in her personal shit unless she came to him with it. “I don’t have a doubt in my mind that this will put you to sleep. It’ll make you feel a whole lot better for a couple of hours until you wake up and see that your life is still shit” his pessimistic ways making an appearance like they normally did. “Did you just fucking say please?” he said, rolling his eyes for a second. “You’re more fucked up than I thought, you don’t say please”
The thread of truth lacing its way beneath his pessimistic words got to her. No amount of pills in the world could erase the memory of the hell she’d been through. It didn’t matter if she managed to sleep at night. She’d be caught in her nightmare regardless. “Fucking awesome...” she muttered. Without even realizing it, she’d crossed her arms, hugging her sides as if to protect herself from something, someone. It wasn’t until he made a notice of what she had said, that she seemed to snap out of it. An exhausted sigh escaped her mouth before she shook her head. “Yeah, no kidding. Just let me pay for this shit and let’s forget it ever happened.”
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ryan-cotterr:
“Are you okay? Seriously, not sleeping for a month is fucked” he figured he’d asked, considering she looked like she’d been hit by a bus. He knew what it was like not sleeping like that, it’s why he started taking them in the first place. “It’ll put you out of your misery, whatever that may be, guaranteed. And if it doesn’t then-” he shrugged, “You’re fucked up beyond belief and I can’t help” he said before shaking his head. “This ones on me, just get some sleep, okay?”
Charlie swallowed past the lump in her throat. The severe lack of sleep was clearly throwing her off her usual stride. “I will be,” she noted, shifting from one foot to the other. Fuck, at least she hoped she would. For a split second, she was tempted to confide in him, knowing that he, unfortunately, could relate. But she was too stubborn and too damn proud. Eyeing the bottle of pills with near frantic urgency, she nodded her head. “If it worked for you, it may very well work on me, right?” she muttered, incapable of masking the pleading, almost desperate tone in her voice. “Let me pay. I don’t wanna feel like a fucking charity case... Please,” she muttered, the word so foreign from her vocabulary it was bound to raise a red flag.
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ryan-cotterr:
I would suggest not snapping at the person you’re about to buy pills from {he said with a shrug} I know what you need. If it can make me fall asleep then it can definitely make you fall asleep. And you seriously need it, you look like shit {he said grabbing two pill bottles and going back over to her}
“Not sleeping for a fucking month will do that to a person,” Charlie huffed, her fatigued head trying to calculate if it had in fact really been that long since the warehouse party, give or take. “Gee, thanks.” Fully aware that she looked like a fucking trainwreck she regardless adjusted the big sunglasses on her face that hid her puffy eyes. God, she would give anything for some damn shut-eye and she was relieved to discover that he was in possession of pills strong enough to knock him out. Especially given his past, which was disturbingly similar to her own. Yeah, she’d heard the gossip. But she knew better than to talk about it. “Good. Let’s hope you’re right,” she simply muttered, fetching her wallet. “How much?”
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ryan-cotterr:
You did? {he said, getting out of the water and checking his phone, seeing that she infact did} Oh shit, I’m sorry. That’s it, seriously? Can’t you go to like any pharmacy for sleeping meds or something? Your sleep schedule must be seriously fucked if you’re coming to me
{Charlie snickered humorlessly as he noticed the text, but the blonde decided against making a comment about it. In all honesty, she was too exhausted and sleep deprived to muster up a snarky comeback.} I wouldn’t fucking be here if I had other options, would I now? They don’t do jack shit for me. I need something stronger.
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ryan-cotterr:
You could just shoot a man a text, you know. You’re a little girl you’re supposed to love texting, why can’t you just do that? Sure, what do you want?
Yeah? Then take a lesson from this generation; check your damn phone. Because this little girl did, in fact, shoot you a text hours ago. I need something to help me sleep.
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ryan-cotterr:
What the fuck!
About damn time. Do you want to make a fucking sale or not?
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juliet-richards:
“It’s hard to believe that everyone didn’t get slaughtered this year. And I literally mean… slaughtered.” Juliet scoffed, not obviously finding it amusing but the smile was present. “Speaking of slaughtered, prom is coming up,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll start taking bets on who’s getting pushed off a building this year. Starting… now.”
“I honestly couldn’t give less of a fuck who gets pushed off a building. Push ‘em all. I would, however, consider placing a bet if you’d include a certain annoying hag who’s too old for prom into the equation.”
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trevorhastings:
“Well she also told me to not let it go to my head, so yeah; sort of.” He told her followed by a teasing wink. “At a friends. Its only temporary until I manage to get enough money to find my own place..”
Narrowing her eyes at him, Charlie scoffed at his remark yet allowing a brief smile to grace her lips. “Smartass,” she asserted, though knitting her brows together at his response. “What friend?” It was abrupt and to the point, but she wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
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