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Friday lunchtime and the buzz was already building. All the talk in sixth form college was about plans for the weekend. Who was going where and with whom. As I walked out of the art rooms, I could see my best friend Holly coming towards me.I’d been best friends with Holly forever. We were born within half an hour of each other. Our mums had been in adjoining beds on the maternity ward and since we only lived two streets apart, we’d grown up together.“Alright Chelle, how’s it going?”I ran my fingers through my blonde hair, tucking a loose strand behind my ear.“It’s good.”I opened my bag and showed her the pot of pink hair dye.“Lizzie Ferris gave me the rest of her hair dye. I’m going to dye my fringe when I get home.”Holly laughed. “You do know your mother will kill you.” She had a point. I might have been almost eighteen and saw myself as an adult, but I was still my mother’s little baby girl. I still shuddered at the memory of my mother shouting at my brother the time he came home with a mohawk.I grinned at Holly and shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’ll still be so worth it.”The fun part of Sixth-Form College was that even though we were still at school and studying for our A levels and worrying about places at university, we didn’t have to wear school uniforms any more and were treated more like adults.“I’m going to head outside for a smoke. You coming?”I nodded and together we went and sat on the low stone wall in front of the college. I watched Holly swinging her legs as we sat and smoked. She was wearing black over the knee socks and converse boots and, together with the ruffled black skater skirt and cropped white top, looked just on the classy side of slutty.I loved Holly dearly, güvenilir bahis but sometimes, she liked to push things just that little bit too far and lived life dangerously. Not that I was complaining. She supplied the disco biscuits. Those delicious little tablets of MDMA with which the colours of the world collided and made everything ok every weekend.Not that Holly was a dealer or anything. Her big sister Imogen got them for her. Imogen would only supply enough tablets for me and Holly. She refused to provide any for our other friends because she claimed Holly was too stupid not to deal with all sorts and it would come back to bite her.So it became a Friday night ritual. I’d call round to Holly’s and Imogen would supply us with the tablets and we’d neck them down with a bottle of water then hit the club. There was something about ecstasy that made everything and everyone beautiful. I remembered the first time I took it. I’d spent ages running my fingers over Holly’s face. I loved her and wanted to touch her, to hold her and as we danced till god knows when, I thought I’d never feel like that ever again.Needless to say, the next Friday night, once the MDMA kicked in, I was as loved up as ever. Not that me and Holly were gay or anything. We might stare into each other’s eyes and run our fingers over each other but that was only while under the influence. We’d never even seen each other naked, beyond a possible glimpse in the communal changing rooms after PE at High school.So, at eight o’clock, I rang the doorbell of Holly’s house. Usually, her mum answered the door and would just send me on up but tonight, Holly opened the door and dragged me by the arm down the path towards the güvenilir bahis siteleri gate.“What’s up?” I asked, worried about my friend as I’ve never seen her quite so stressed before.She didn’t reply until we had turned the corner of her street and gone down a little tree-covered path where we wouldn’t be seen.“Imogen has fucked up,” Holly whispered as she glanced around, checking we weren’t being overheard.“What do you mean?”“She’s sick, she can’t get us the tablets, but she really needs our help.”Holly looked so stressed and kept looking around.“Look Holly, what is it? What’s she done? It’s no big deal, we can do without them for one night”Holly took a deep breath. “Promise you won’t freak out?” I nodded and she continued. “Imogen gets her supply from Disco Dave. He lives in one of the Crescents. Well, she, in turn, supplies some guy and it turns out she owes him quite a bit of money. She was paying him off with the tablets she got from Dave.”I was confused by all of this. Surely if she was dealing, he’d owe her money, not the other way about but it turned out Imogen was bartering with Dave, then giving this other guy most of the drugs to pay off her debt. The unasked question hung in the air and finally I had to ask it.“So what does she give Dave? Is she fucking him?”Holly looked shocked. “No, it’s not like that. But she needs us to go to Dave’s and get her supply. Otherwise, she’s going to be in the shit.”Holly looked into my eyes. “Please, Michelle.” She took my fingers in her hands. “Will you come with me to Dave’s? I don’t feel safe going on my own.”She only ever called me Michelle when she needed something. Finally, I nodded and smiled. “Of course I will. Do we iddaa siteleri need to go now?”Holly took a step back and ran her eyes over my outfit. I was wearing a little black bodycon dress which I thought showed off my curves nicely. “Are you wearing tights?” I shook my head. “No, it’d be far too hot dancing. Why?”“No reason. Come on, we need to get the number 17 bus to Dave’s.”I followed Holly as we headed to the bus stop. She was still in her over the knee socks and skater skirt and I asked her why she hadn’t got changed yet.“Been too busy dealing with Imogen. She’s been a right stressed cow. Here, drink this anyway.”She handed me a bottle of water and I shrugged and took a sip.“No, you need to drink the whole bottle.”“Why?” I laughed. “Are we going somewhere hot?” Holly just sighed and turned and stared out the window and chewed her fingernail, taking drinks from her water bottle every few minutes.I sighed and drank some water and by the time the bus stopped at the Crescents, I’d finished the bottle.“Disco Dave lives on the 4th floor of Wellington Crescent,” Holly muttered as we tried to get our bearings in the maze of concrete crescent-shaped five-story high rises. Finally, we spotted the worn and battered nameplate on the side of the right building.Naturally, the lift wasn’t working so as we trudged up the four flights of stairs, I cursed the fact I was in my heels and wished I was still in trainers like Holly. We stopped outside a metal door which looked like it belonged on the outside of a bomb shelter rather than a front door. The spray-painted arrow pointed to a doorbell halfway up the wall. Holly reached over and buzzed it a couple of times.A flap in the door opened and two bug eyes stared out. “What do you want?” it demanded.Holly swallowed, I could tell she was nervous as she told the guy that Imogen had sent her to see Disco Dave. Without speaking, the eyes disappeared and the flap was slammed shut again.
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