Girls girls girls above all.

Yep, she was a fuckup and now, after what had happened with Jenny, she was completely aware of that. The best thing she could do was to act following her own nature. No more Molly’s, no more Paige’s, no more fiancées and empty promises. No more trying to be what she wasn’t supposed to be.

“You know, I’m one of those people who are meant to be alone…”, Shane had slurred to Carrie the night she had met her, “…But that doesn’t mean that we can’t fuck”.

At that point, Shane had given the girl her patented bedroom look and her head had tilted to a side invitingly.

That same night, she had fucked Carrie’s brains out outside the club, in a dark alley.

It had been relieving, somehow, and Shane had come back to her secluded apartment engulfed into an wicked feeling of triumph.

Ah! That’s what I am! That’s what I’m good at! Let’s enjoy it fully!, she had thought to herself.

”Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you,
50 thousand tears I’ve cried.
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you,
And you still won’t hear me.
Going under…”

Carrie took the cigarette from Shane’s lips and threw it on the floor of the corridor. Her stiletto treaded on it, twisting the tobacco on the old marble.

Shane glanced down, her lips slightly parted, and grimaced.

“Don’t do that”, she muttered, her tongue rigid inside her mouth.

Carrie sneered, grabbing Shane by the collar of her shirt and pulling her in for a kiss. They started making out on the corridor, under the yellow light of the old swinging lamp. Shane pushed Carrie against the wall and sneaked her hand under her miniskirt, fiddling with her thong. Carrie panted.

“Do me here”, her tongue swirled into Shane’s ear.

“We can’t”, Shane replied huskily.

“Oh, come on… Fuck me right here, for everyone to see”, she repeated in a slightly perverted voice.

Shane chuckled bitterly and didn’t reply. She took Carrie’s hand and dragged her inside the apartment, then slammed the door shut. She felt dirty and victorious and deliriously numb.

”…Don’t want your hand this time, I’ll save myself,
Maybe I’ll wake up for once.
Not tormented daily defeated by you.
Just when I thought I reached the bottom
I’m dying again…”