"Get out right now before I kill you."

"Alex we can't leave him here," Santiago tells him, only making Alex pissed at him too now.

"Val, go." He looks at me with so much rage and disgust. He should be disgusted; I fucking drugged the girl he loves. I'm disgusted in myself.

"What am I gonna-"

"I don't care! Go!"

I can't even look at him anymore. I can't look at Santiago or Yasmin or Amelia's limbless body beside me as she watches Alex with the same amount of anger he's throwing at me.

There's no way I can win this. What the fuck have I done? As soon as I'm out the car, it speeds off away from me. I stare down the dark street for a moment, my vision blurry from the shit I've taken tonight. Can't even remember what it was.

"Dude looks totally out of it," someone says as people walk past me and the person they're with snickers.

I'm about to let them away with it, as I never really give into the little things people whisper about me, but not tonight.

"Fuck off, fatass."

They both stop laughing immediately, their glares locked on me. "What was that, cokehead?" I can't tell which one said it – it looks like both of their lips are moving.

I walk closer to them, squinting my eyes to work out where exactly they are so I know where to hit, and trying to figure out which one to hit.

"You're a fucking freak," one says, probably wondering why i'm staring at them like they're a pile of yummy meat.

"You're fuckin' meat."

The larger one gets hella fuckin' offended by this, his chubby face going as straight as it can get. Something hits me in the gut, winding me. Only when i'm then struck in the face I realise it's the guy hitting me.

Standing my ground, I hold up my hands to block their punches but my weak body doesn't last long and soon I give in, falling to the cold, hard ground.

"Ouch!" One of the dudes yells out, then another does. Am I hitting them? I feel like i'm just lying like a useless bit of bread but I must be hitting them.

"What are ya doin' with ya life?"

My lips curve into a smile from the sound of her voice, and I open my eyes to see her bare legs in vans and a short skirt. "Did I get them?"

"No, you're a pussy. I did." She takes my arm and pulls me up until I'm on my feet again.

"You're my hero, Montana."

"Don't expect it to be a normal thing for me to save your ass. Why are you out here getting into fights anyway?"

My smile falls when I remember what happened. "I did something bad."

"We all do bad shit, what's new?"

"But it was really bad."

"What, Val?"

"Gave Amelia a roll."

Montana shakes her head. "Guessing you're not Alex's favourite person right now?"

"No." I close my eyes and drop my head onto her shoulder. "I hate myself."

"Cut that crap, Val. It was an accident."

"You're so tiny."

"What?" She pushes me back so she can see my face.

I look down at her petite body. I tower over her, but she can still put up a better fight than me. I start to laugh. "You're small and cute but you act like a hardass dude."

"Well, at least we know who wears the trousers in this friendship." She turns around, flipping her purple and silver ponytail and begins to walk away.

"Where you goin'?" I shout as if she's a mile away but she's only like two metres away.

She doesn't answer but I stand and watch her go to a guy, acting all flirty with him until he gives her his pack of cigarettes, and she comes back to me once she has them. "Got a lighter?"

"¿Por qué?"

"To smoke, obviously. Are you usually this dumb when you're rolling?"

I shrug, taking a lighter from my jean pocket and Montana hands me a cigarette to light it for her. She has this thing about lighting cigarettes – she hates it. No idea why if she can do everything else. It's weird but I don't question it. I put the cigarette in my mouth and flick the lighter until I get a flame, putting it to the end of the cigarette and inhaling. She takes it from me and I watch her smoke until she gives me a weird look.

"Who's taking you home now?" She asks. I shrug. "Stay at my place if you want; I'm ready to leave right now."

"Okay. But don't try to seduce me or anything. I know what you're like."

"Please. You're too feminine for me." We start walking in the direction of her house.

"Am not. Look at my muscles." I lift my shirt to show my abs proudly, but she just rolls her eyes.

"Not bad, but your cockiness ruins it."

"I gotta say, you being one of the only girls I know that's not into me is kinda a turn on."

"Shut it before I knock that cockiness right out of your system."

"Kay, ma'am." I look down at her bare legs and arms, feeling the cold air on me. "Aren't you cold?"

"It feels like summer, what are you talkin' about?"

"It's winter though, isn't it?"

She starts to clap. "You're keeping up on the seasons! I'm proud of you."

"I thought you were gonna say i'm keeping up with the Kardashians. I was like shit exposed."

"I already know you are, kitten."

"Seriously though, you gotta be cold." I stare at her legs again, feeling like a perv when I look up at her thighs. Why am I using her being cold as an excuse to look at her legs? I'm fuckin' weird. "I think i'm wet," I say without thinking.

"Wow."

"Huh?"

"The truths comin' out tonight." She winks and my eyebrows shoot up.

"What truth?"

She winks again.

"Huh?"

She winks again with her other eye.

"Stop it!" I stop walking and put my hands over her face and she finally starts laughing.

"We are so confusing."

"You are confusing, señorita."

"It's how I seduce people."

"You said you wouldn't seduce me!"

"Oops." She winks again and I put my hands over her eyes.

"Stop that."

"Why? Is it getting you hot and bothered?"

"No, it's creepin' me out."

"Shame." She drops her cigarette and takes my hands away from her face. "You're hands are freezing."

"Are they?"

"No, I just fuckin' said that for the sake of it."

"You're nasty." I put my hands under her t-shirt, making her flinch from my cold hands on her skin. "That's better."

"You should invest in some gloves."

"Where's the fun in that?" I'm about to move my hands up over her boobs, but something stops me. It feels weird. Montana has always been like my sister, and sure we flirt sometimes when we're drunk but it's never gone any further than this. Instead, I settle for unclipping her bra to annoy her.

She slaps my bare, cold arm and I squeal, then goes to clip it back together. We walk again, talking about more random shit until we get to her house. The lights are off, indicating that no ones home. Like my Mom, her Dad's never home either. Her parents are split up but she lives with her Dad more, because even though he's a pain in the ass, her Mom can be worse.

"Don't be expectin' me to show you any kind hospitality, by the way," she says while turning on some lights.

"Don't be expectin' me to sleep on the floor. I'm not about those gentleman pussies who take the floor so a girl can have a huge bed to herself. Those guys are just secretly trying to get laid, and I don't want to have sex with you so we're sharin'."

"Fine by me. Just warning you; I sleep naked."

I stop short on the way upstairs, watching her trot up them. She looks at me over her shoulder, smirking. "Kidding."

"Oh." I try not to sound disappointed.

"Turn around," she says, about to pull her shirt off. I oblige, scooting around on her bed until my back is to her. I spot the tv remote, so I click it on, still not turning around, and aimlessly scroll through netflix and click on a movie having no idea what it is or if i'm even on netflix. "Gossip girl?" Mon questions. "Didn't know you were a fan."

"I'm a humongous fan of anything gossipy." I turn back to the front when she jumps onto the bed, wearing a vest top and shorts. Forcing myself to look away from her body before she notices, I focus on the tv, pretending to be interested.

"I hate watching shit when i'm drunk. Feels like I blink and miss the whole episode."

"Mmm-hmm."

Her hand slaps my cheek. "What's up?"

"My cock." Why the fuck did I just say that? "I mean the sky. The sky is up. Or the hairs on my arm from the goosebumps the drama in this gives me."

"Nice to know." She makes a pile of pillows under her head and when Gossip girl is on the third episode, i'm completely lost and have my head resting on Mon's shoulder.

"I'm hungry."

"I have water."

"My eye kinda hurts."

She nudges my head off her shoulder and turns my head so she can get a good look at my eye. "Damn. That guy got you good. Why were you picking fights anyway? It's not like you."

"Dunno. But I deserved that."

"Why? Because of Amelia?" She runs her thumb over the throbbing skin under my eye. "You're a great guy, Val... Deep inside... Very deep inside. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"All I do is let people down and cause problems."

Montana shakes her head, her thumb stroking over my cheek and giving me a weird feeling inside. "You make people happy."

"Like who? My guy down south?"

"Me, you idiot."

I frown. "All I do is annoy you?"

"Maybe," she laughs. "But my life would be shitty without you."

"Awwwwwe."

"Shut up," she flicks the side of my head with her finger while I laugh.

"My life would be shitty without you too."

She smiles a little, obviously trying to hide it, and i'm left breathless by it. By the way her precious smile forms on her full lips. Her lips...

Maybe i'm just drunk or these drugs haven't worn off yet, but she looks a lot more kissable than i've ever seen her before. I don't feel much when i'm on this, and I'm not very aware of shit that's going on, but I feel my lips on hers. I feel every movement hers make on mine. I feel the intensifying pleasure it gives me, until she pulls back, leaving me cold.

"Um..." her eyes widen and I can't read what she's thinking, but i'm guessing she's disgusted by me. I'm like her little brother, and I just kissed her.

"Should I not have-"

"No! I mean, yes. I mean... I just don't want-" She sighs, looking at my lips. "Fuck it."

Her hand goes to the back of my head, pulling it to hers and we begin to kiss again, my tongue slipping into her mouth and she moves hers against mine. I'm kissing Montana. The girl who is practically my sister. What the fuck.

Surprising me, Montana's hand runs down over my crotch and I already feel like i'm about to bust a nut from her just rubbing me through my jeans. Who knew you could feel so much while being this fucked up, despite how weird this situation is.

She unbuttons my jeans and slips her hand in. Maybe she's been desperate to touch my dick all this time or maybe she's getting straight to the point as if the only aim of this is to have sex. I guess i'm not complaining though, that's what I want too. It bugs me a little though that sex is all this is to her. I don't know why though; what the hell else would it be?

We pull away for a moment to catch our breaths, looking in each others eyes for a moment as if to say are we really doing this? I get my answer when she pulls her shirt over her head, showing herself in a black bra and the love heart tattoo she has on her chest on display. I rush to pull off my clothes before getting on top of her and leaving a trail of kisses down her body, I continue to leave kisses while pulling her shorts down her legs.

Moving back up to kiss her neck, her long nails dig into my back, pushing my body down to meet hers and she sighs from the pleasure of my kisses.

Her hands move to the waistband of my boxers, desperate to go the whole way. "Foreplay is for suckers. Literally." Her voice is a heavy whisper, turning me on for some reason.

"I'm already regretting this," I tell her, hesitating before taking off my underwear.

"Me too." Her mouth meets my neck and nothing could stop us after that.

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this got me excited to write Val's book eeeeeeeeeeek i have no many ideas

hope you enjoyed this little teaser of it 🌷

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-e