Note: I started this story to amuse myself as well as to help me conceive some new characters, which I need in the part II of my ‘novel’ (still stuck on chapter 12). Some personalities resemble those of the original but they aren’t exactly similar, nor do they have the same name.

I have known adults like Eve’s mother and I use the word ‘trashy’ as in my own definition meaning it’s hot, fashionable and incredibly simple to achieve.

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The door of my locker suddenly shut on my head.

- Yo! Genesis grinned at me.

I stared vindictively at her, rubbing the sore spot.

- What do you fucking want?

- Still in a lovely mood, I see. I was wondering if you’d hang out with me by the end of the school day. It’s four pm on a Friday so I’m asking.

I raised an eyebrow in bored annoyance and proceeded to finish pulling all my books out of my bag.

Genesis is a new girl in my maths and history classes. She’s been after me all week. The reason why is beyond my comprehension.

- I’m not asking you the world on a silver dinner platter, she shrugged.

No, but the first day I met you, you tried to make me believe that a forty year-old man paid you three thousand dollars for your virginity. And that you accepted because he was attractive.

- Come on, we’ll have fun! I know you’re a party girl deep down, Eve I-can’t-remember-your-French-last-name.

- Sorry but I’ve got plans already.

- With that hot Vikter guy and all your friends? May I come with you?

I shook my head negatively before walking away. Damn that fucking girl. What the hell was her problem?

- Look, am I trying too hard? Genesis yelled at my retreating back. I just want to make friends for fuck’s sake!

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around.

- Why me?

She took her time to respond.

- I dig you, Genesis replied as her face cracked into a smile.

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- So.. If I understand well, you invited her to go to the Studio with us tonight? Sasha asked as he spread cards in a cross figure on the floor.

- It was more her inviting herself.

- And you didn’t say anything to that?

- No..

- You, the anti-social freak.

- Sash, what’s your fucking point?

- You two have a connection, believe it or not. She immediately found that out but it took you a fucking helluva time.

- Shut your trap with your karma shit.

- I am currently reading you your tarot cards, he replied pointedly. If you want to believe in cards but not in karma, fine. But really, it’s kind of all related.

- You sound like my mother.

- Well, she can be a lot more insightful than you at times, Sasha retorted as he lighted a candle. Okay, let’s start.. You got the Hermit again, how surprising.

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- Is someone crashing here tonight? My mother asked, her head still inside the closet she was rummaging in.

- Fall, maybe. The others will probably be staying longer.

- You should too. What normal seventeen-year old with parental permission would actually leave at three am?

I fell back on her bed, picking at my fingerless gloves. She wasn’t expecting an answer anyway.

- Do I look ravishing?

- Rah-vishing dah-ling, I replied, smiling.

My mother was only eighteen years older and she was as intent on going out every day of the week as any teenager. She looked sexy with her black dress and stilettos.

- Bruno is staying over tonight. We’ll probably be having casual sex so no unneeded noise when coming home.

- Like I usually do.

- No screaming during orgasm either. I know Fall has wonderful hands. Musicians always have this dexterity, she mumbled.

- Mom! We aren’t dating, I exclaimed, rolling my eyes at her.

- You should be. He is gorgeous, she gushed.

- I don’t think I should have this conversation with a sane adult. And even if you’re crazy, I don’t think I should have this conversation with you.

- As you wish, she shrugged. I’m ready to go so you, have fun getting drunk.

I sighed. Decidedly, my mother would never be normal.

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Fall is my best friend. We met in elementary and never left each other since then.

Even if I do sometimes have hormonal pulses for him, I don’t think we’ll ever carry our relationship to anything more than friendship. He has this big issue with any form of commitment.

Calm, pensive, with amazing artistic talent may it be in music or in drawing, warm, funny, intelligent and cultured.

I’d be blind to not admit he’s ‘gorgeous’. Tall, almost skinny, with dark hair all over his face and fantastic black eyes lined with long eyelashes. Something princely in him, full of charisma: I behold him as the perfect male.

With my softly curling hair, my pale skin and my practically violet eyes, he said I was to die for.

He makes me smile and I always am my better self when he’s around.

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- Looking like the sex, Vikter commented as he came to pick me up.

I was wearing a hot pink shirt with a black skirt hanging on old faded jeans and my usual fingerless gloves. He looked as trashy himself with a turquoise scarf around his neck, dark pants and shirt with nail polish to match.

- Hey handsome, can you take me for a ride in your dazzling car? I replied in a low, sultry tone.

- Only if you let me choose the hotel, he replied, in an equally sluttish voice.

We stared at each other for a moment then he laughed and went out to open the door for me.

It’s been this way since way before I can remember. Victor, who prefers being called Vikter, and I have always played around with our sexual tensions, screaming everywhere we were husband and wife and making believe everyone we were secretly doing each other sexual favours for cash.

Eventually, we are rather sleazy but I’ll get over it.

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The Studio is this huge building where teenagers like to go dance while absorbing illegal substances. It’s also this sort of big fashion show, with superficial popularity levels and like, my whole school jiggling their ass all over the place.

Exactly like every other day of the goddamn week.

For some weird, unknown reason, my friends and I are of the popular sort. Something about the way we dress, the way we talk or the people we hang out with. I don’t actually know and I don’t really care either.

But people tend to hang on to us and it’s annoying.

Like this Genesis girl. What was up with that? Sure, she fits in our flashy dress code and weird quirks but friendship isn’t hopefully all about that either.

I had met Fall and Vikter ages back. Sasha came later, being the son of one of my mother’s mystical friends. Three years ago, Mary, called affectively Bloody as she used to cut, stepped in and made out the fifth point of the pentacle: a metaphor coming from Sash, of course.

The five of us have been tight throughout the years, living in this invisible circle impossible to trespass and with lives and troubles as rich as in soap operas.

I think we were ‘elite’ because of this. We didn’t want close friends, we had them and people knew that. Translated as either arrogance or attitude, it made us a social challenge. I guess if we weren’t fashionable or always attending shows (for the music, mind you) as we all had different tastes, rather cultured and intelligent; we would’ve been stuck in the freak box.

High-school standards are weird.

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- Here comes fun! Bloody exclaimed as she clashed her full glass to Sasha’s. Here you go sweetheart, she added, giving me a margarita. Oh, wait. Who’s driving?

- Me, Fall chimed in. So don’t worry about it, Eve can get trashed. I’m taking her home later.

We shared a look and burst out giggling at the ambiguous sentence.

- What about you Vikter? Bloody asked while narrowing her eyes.

- I’ll leave my car here and call a cab.

- Good! Here’s a cosmopolitan for you.

- Hey guys! A chirpy voice interrupted.

Genesis.

- Hi, Vikter responded a bit coolly. Can we help you?

- Eve here invited me to stay with you so don’t get all elite and snobby over me, thanks, Genesis quickly responded.

Vikter got an amused look then turned to me, raising his eyebrows. I just shrugged in response while I sipped my margarita.

Fall leaned towards me.

- Who is it? He whispered.

- Some girl who’s been nagging me all week.

- She looks pretty cool.

- Yeah, Sash thinks we’re ‘related’.

- Well, if he thinks that, you should listen to him. He just knows, Fall stated with a smile.

Genesis was already chatting away about Bloody’s piercings and Vikter’s haircut.

We’ll see.

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- Doesn’t bother if I sleep over? Fall asked as he was driving a couple of hours later.

I stopped looking at the white line on the street and shook my head.

- My mother adores you and you know it.

Bright Eyes was blaring out of his stereo and the windows were down, wind messing my hair. I closed my eyes as he drove on steadily, keeping silent.

As we crept inside, a strong odour of weed hit my nose and, laughing, we went upstairs.

Fall plopped down on my bed.

- Up for a smoke?

I began rolling after having put on a Cursive cd. I’m slightly obsessed with Saddle Creek bands.

- How are you doing? Fall asked as I lighted the joint.

- I’m with you.

He smiled his sexy half-smile then stripped to his boxers. I handed him the smoke so I could get undressed as well.

When I was in my underwear and bra, I laid down next to him under the covers.

He leaned over to shut the light off while singing ‘I can hardly get myself out of the bed. For fear of never lying in this bed again..’

He stroked my mouth with his lips before taking me in his arms. And we slept.

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Yes, I’m starting a teenager story. So what.