The Drug Years

Lacey's Point of View
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Once at school, I parked near Ashleigh's car. This meant that she was here. Somewhere. I needed desperately to find her, to talk to her.

I went to where we usually met in the mornings only to find it occupied by freshmen. I walked around and around looking for some kind of trace of her, but I found nothing.

The bell rang and I went off to Chemistry.

As usual we had a lab to do, so I worked by myself since Quinton couldn't be here.

"Lacey, Did you give Quinton his work?" She asked.

Damn! I thought. I had forgotten all about that. "I'll give it to him today," I responded.

She smiled before walking off to help someone with a spill.

The rest of the class passed by slowly.

The bell rung and I ran to Pre-Calculus hoping Ashleigh would be there. She was. She sat silently in her seat next to mine, looking straight ahead. She didn't even bother to say hi.

"Ash," I began, but quickly stopped. I didn't know what to say to her. I knew I should definitely not say anything about the sex. But then that would be lying, and I've already been caught at that.

"I'm sorry," I said hoping she would forgive me.

She looked at me without saying a word.

"I know what happened between you and him," I stated.

"Do you really know what you are getting yourself into?" She asked, eyes beginning to water.

"Yes," I said truthfully. "But I don't care."

"You should because the same thing will happen. Just like it always has. He will find someone better and you will be crushed, and I will be left to pick up the pieces."

"It won't be like that."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because he loves me." I couldn't think of any other valid reason. I had no proof that he would stay with me. I didn't know what he was thinking. For all I knew he could just be using me, but I refused to believe it.

"I'm sure he's loved other girls before you," she said trying to get me to understand her point of view.

I had nothing to say. I knew he loved others before, but now he loved me and I was completely ok with that. "I slept with him," I blurted before I could stop myself.

"What?" She asked.

"We had sex," I clarified

"I know what sleeping with someone means," she snapped. "I can't believe you did that...when?"

"Last night."

"Wow. You are a slut. How long have you even known him?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or being serious. I hoped she was joking. "I met him the first day of this semester."

"The start of the semester was Monday and today's Friday."

"Yeah...five days counting today."

"You are a whore," she said, this time I could tell she was just kidding.

"Well I sort of seduced him into doing it."

"You what?" She laughed.

"Yeah...he wanted to wait, but I don't know...it just happened."

"You are a whore," she repeated.

I shook my head before laughing. "You told Rachel?" I asked.

"She kind of guessed it when you ran out of the theater after him," she replied.

"Yeah." I sighed.

We went on with second period like usual. The bell rung and off to third I went. The rest of the day passed in a blur. Lunch was normal and Rachel acted as if nothing was wrong or had happened.

I soon found myself walking into my house, throwing myself onto my bed in complete exhaustion.