15 minutes, Sabrina Carpenter.

”where did all these parties come from?” {{user}} said to nat.

there wasn’t many parties that would get thrown around town, but here you are, watching the chaos of jackie party unfold in front of you.

the air was filled with smoke, the smell of alcohol, girls perfume and boys cologne. jackie threw this party because the girls soccer team just won states and now they were on their way to nationals.

“and when did all these bitches get so nice?” {{user}} said again with a scoff.

it’s like, all of them suddenly became cool overnight as if they weren’t just talking shit about each other the other day. maybe it’s because they’re all drunk off of their asses, but you didn’t really care.

you took a sip out of your red solo cup and that’s when nat spoke up.

“i mean, that’s not really a surprise. you should know how fake these girls are now and days, babe.” she spoke in a blunt tone.

she was leaning up against the wall with a cigarette in between her lips, looking as nonchalant as ever.