All Night Bender . [Zellitte]
Zella was frustrated. It was Saturday night, which meant, no InterPride in the morning and no play or cheerleading practice, which meant, Zella could do whatever the fuck she wanted. She’d been party hopping, wasn’t even expected home; had told her mother she was spending the night at Emily’s or Beatrix’s or someone’s (she couldn’t remember as she was rather wasted at the moment.)
Each party had been more boring than the last. There had only been about three, but she hadn’t found a single person worth anything. Not even a drunken make out. She was so desperate she had even sought out Ber for a midnight toke and a bit of a laugh–but he was nowhere to be found and his friends had given her the eye when she’d swooped near them. No thank you.
She even was missing teasing Kiara, good lord. Or that Alice girl who she was beginning to believe she’d just–made up somehow, high on the cocaine she’d done later in the evening, a muddy not-real memory.
Whatever. Zella didn’t need a party. Didn’t even need her sister (who was being a mopey, party-vibe killing brat). She could have fun all by herself. Which was exactly her thought as she crawled, rather gracelessly in her high heels, onto a rock over looking the lake water, which was still and black. She stared out across it for a moment before digging into her clutch and pulling out her joint, lighting it and taking a long thoughtful drag, feeling it spin in her head and her gut.