Prudy's POV
"You signed me up for rehab?" I can't believe she didn't even think of asking me.
"Prudy c'mon, you know you need it."
I'm leaving hospital just now and this is the information I find first.
"That's the problem with you Kiara. You think you know what is best for everyone! Did you ever stop to think if I wanted to go? Your black ass always wants to make choices for people when you can't even make sane ones yourself!" I need to walk away from her and I hurry to the side of the road to call for a cub.
"My black ass?" She follows me to say.
"I said a million things in that statement and you chose to hear that bit." I laugh sarcastically at the way she was acting. She didn't even catch the part that she was wrong about signing me up for rehab without asking me first.
"Yes! That is insultive!"
"Oh, really? Talk about my white ass then we can be equals. You cannot be comfortable with your skin color, you will always perceive everything as racist or insultive. I just got out. Now let me be! I need to think of how to get out of the mess you've put me in. Did you stop to think this will affect my school life? Oh, yeah. You don't care." I try to move away from her and she holds my hand. I turn and she looks into my eyes.
"I was trying to help. You are broken!"
"Oh, I am." I jerk my hand off hers.
"I am broken, I am a crack addict,I don't date. Yes I know that, you wanna add something new Kiara?" I stare back at her eyes sharper than I was at first.
"You wanna talk about you one bit? Let's discuss what you are. Uuh?"
"Don't make this about me."
"Then mind your fucking business!" I grab the bags she is carrying and walk away, fast this time.
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Abbie's POV
Prudy bangs the door to our room and everyone sings a silly "welcome back" song. She undoes the decorations by the door and throws in her bag.
"I'm tired, I need to sleep." She starts to walk past.
"Prudy, that is rude! We put this up for you and that's all you got to say?"
She suddenly turns to face me and I jump slightly.
"This is what you all do. You never think of anyone but yourselves. Y'all lame brains want to have fun and spend money on people's misfortunes. I never asked for this. I didn't say you should set up some lame ass party. If I wanted to party I'd go to a fucking club."
"You don't think we know that?" Everyone is staring. What has gotten into her? "You don't ask for surprises!"
"I don't want surprises! Does everyone in UCLA know I ODd now?" She lets out a slight sarcastic laugh. "Of course why not when you signed me up for fucking rehab! Do you know how many drug addicts are in this school? Do you know how many die? Millions yes you picked me for your silly charity. What do you wanna prove?"
"That we are your friends and we want what's best for you?" She picks her bag up and starts to walk when I shout after her. "Prudy, some people care. And these people are called friends. The people in here would have felt your absence if you died that night. That is why they wanted to help. If you didn't wanna go to rehab, you should have tried not getting yourself in this mess that we trying to get you out off. That is what friends do. They help each other out! We are not perfect, we don't know what you really are going through , we will never if you not going to tell us. We're here because we love you Prudy!"
"I don't wanna be loved! I am not changing so deal with it and more I'm not going to that lame rehab you signed me up to. I don't know why you assume everyone wants your attention bubble girl. You wanna strip for people, go ahead ,we don't all love that kind of attention!"
Okay, that hurt.
"Unbelievable! Let's go, everyone, I don't need this." People start to murmur and I want to leave last when Sally holds my hand and I jerk it off. "Don't touch me!" He holds his hands up in defeat and walks out. I feel bad for him, he didn't deserve that but neither did I when he totally ignored me when his friends came up to us. He is waiting by his car when I get to the parking lot and I walk to the passenger's seat , which was already open for me.
Where was I even going with this dude?
I push that thought behind my mind. I can't believe Prudy insulted me like that when I was clearly trying to be friendly.
"Hey..." He looks at me worry written all over his face when he takes his seat on the driver's cabin. "You okay?"
"Drive." I manage to say and he lets out a heavy sigh and locks the door. He turns on the stereo to play Justice by Justin Beiber and drives off the school grounds.
"You hungry?" He asks concern evident in his voice.
"Hungry? Angry. Whatever, how could she? She knows how much that day haunts me and she had to go ahead and use it against me. Who does she think she is? She's so caught up in her head she can't even realize when she's hurting people! We were trying to help!"
"Hey," he halts the car by the side of the path we were going through.
"I'm sorry it turned out that way. She's stressed up. She's scared. That's how scared people behave. You cannot just hold that against her and, she's your friend, you can't stop helping her because she said something that hurt you when she was clearly hurting. It's not fair you know?"
Who is this guy again?
Prudy's POV,
I scream my head out and wrap up my process of spilling the liquor they had strewn all over the table, apparently ment to be my surprise. Hypocrites! They sign me up for rehab and throw a party full of liquor, and what is this? I ask myself picking up a pot cylinder that lay on Abbie's bed. I forge a smile and sit to light it.
The door opens and Kiara comes in and sits beside me. I honestly don't care about what she wants. They can all give me a break today. I blow out smoke and place it aside on the bedside table and lay face up on Abbie's bed.
"I'm sorry." I hear Kiara mutter just before I drift further into how much I hate the two. Okay maybe hate is a little too much, I'm mad, yea, that's better. Being mad. I ignore her nevertheless, I don't have the energy to listen to some sympathetic sorry to try and get me in line.
"Prudy." She calls out lowly when she realized I was not going to answer to her sorry. Isn't it obvious that I'm not interested in what she has to say?
"There was a shooting at 'Roebling avenue' on Monday. They say it was a drug deal gone wrong." I get up pissed. I was trying to have some alone time.
"Okay, Kiara I am trying to be alone here. You can obviously see that. Now, what does a drug deal gone wrong at 'Roebling avenue' have to do with me? Everything involving drugs is my business now?"
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, you were in the hospital and I didn't want to burden you. I asked Abbie not to mention it and after the riffle you two had today, I can see no one else has."
I stand in an attempt to leave. Maybe I just need to let out steam. I didn't see Kayc at the small mockery of a party. Maybe he is not like them. Maybe he didn't agree with them signing me up for rehab I dial his number and place it on my ear. It sends me direct to voice mail and I try again. The same thing four times.
I stare at Kiara absentmindedly trying to figure out if Kayc hated me already for our small fight the other day. I can get to his house and ask right? I walk out and leave Kiara in the house.
The school was lonely today. Ofcorse I felt like everyone knew I ODd and was staring at me, like I'm some lost teenager. What is wrong with them anyway? They also have things they are not very proud of. Why do they have to judge my demons?
•••
I knock severally at the door and even bend trying to dig out a key under the door mat. I walk around to the side window and call out his name, banging furiously at the window. 'Roebling avenue' was not the favorite place for soft hearted people. It was full of drug dealers, the violent kind. It was a dangerous place. Kayc is not violent, that made me like him. He is handy and sells drugs, but he is also funny, weird, loves music and not judgy. Everything was okay with us when all we did was fuck until he came up with this 'feelings' theory.
Where the hell is he? I walk to the front door and in frustration send the vase by the doorstep flying to the ground.
"Has anyone in this whole damn place seen Kayc??" I shout and get some obvious lame replies like. Go fuck yourself, shut up, go be a slut away from here etc.
I smile foolishly at the provocation and walk away. I was sure I looked like shit, from the hospital, not had a shower, walking all the way to 'Roebling avenue' and back, I still need to find Kayc. I stop a cub to the shopping center. I was too exhausted to walk and with the sun all over my body, there was no way I was surviving this. The cub didn't take long to halt and I make my way to the ice cream shop.
"Chocolate and mint." I say uninterested with the student waiter. These people accept unpaid internships because they are promised full time jobs way off campus yet, only a few are chosen. They must be one hell desperate.
"Your friend?" I look up at the waiter who brought the scoops to my table.
"Abigail, right? Ask her to come to the shop tomorrow. I'm sorry I lost her number." I shake my head at the guy and focus on my ice cream. He gets his cue and leaves. I love such people.
I scroll my phone for Sally, Henry, anyone that knows Kayc. Turns out Henry's letter is way before Sally's in the alphabet. I dial Henry and when he picks I don't even wait for him to breathe.
"Where the hell is Kayc? Is he with you? Why is he not picking up!" He is silent. "Hello? Henry? Damn it Henry talk to me!"
"They didn't tell you?" He finally speaks. I'm not sure if it's disappointment or guilt that I hear in his voice.
"Tell me what? Who didn't tell me what?" I'm growing impatient by the second.
"We're having a band meeting at 3:00 pm today, can you make it? Maybe he'll be there." Anger almost spills off my head but I hold it back one more second to answer him back.
"Henry what game is this... Is he planning to propose to me in some band meeting? Is that why he is not pic..." He hangs up. I lower my phone to confirm he really hang up on me and my anger can't be contained any more. "Arrrgh! You son of a bitch!!" Everyone stares at me and I take a huge helping of ice cream in my mouth. It burns so I decide against eating ice cream. I walk to the counter hand him a $5 note and walk out.
"He better not show up for that meeting!" I shout out loud and someone laughs at my frustration.
"Be careful what you wish for." A faceless dude smiles at me as I walk out . Okay he is obviously not faceless, he has, not a very handsome face, his cheekbones were more defined, his eyes, are black as well as his hair that has an extra exaggerated shine. I give him a ' you don't want to start it with me ' look and walk out fast.