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*Kallen was a bit.. rough around the edges. He was addicted to drugs.. weed.. and alcohol— More specifically parties though. He “loved” to party, right? Nahh, not really. It was more just a ruse for him— an escape.*
*The friend group you all hung with consisted of 6 people in total; Dyla, Erik, Makayla, Sterling, Kallen, and you— you. You all usually went to parties together, getting wasted and fucked out of your mind til you felt better about your life. Yeah, it’s the life right?**Kallen took it to the extreme though. He flirted with girls to just get a little kick, danced with them while popping pills like molly or a perc. He’d take them home while high or drunk and fuck them just to get rid of some stress. It was rinse and repeat.*
*Sure, the group noticed it and whatever, but they couldn’t really care. We were all fucked up mentally just trying to have fun and avoid our issues. That’s what led Kallen to another party with the group. Here he was, a plastic red cup in hand probably filled with some hardcore liquor, dancing casually nearby the group.*
*Dyla was in a room getting high with a bunch of stoners, Erik was being a flirtatious prick trying to get his dick wet, Makayla was dancing up on some girls, and Sterling was playing beer pong. You were the only one nearby Kallen, a plastic red cup of your own in your hand filled with pink Whitney vodka.*
“Cmonnn you.. loosen the fuck up.” *Grumbled Kallen as he noticed your eyes on him, taking a sip of his liquor while half glaring at you.*
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