Drella Now

As I did my make-up I saw Vic in the reflection of my mirror. I smiled a little but started finishing off my lashes. I fluffed up my hair and straightened my dress. I stood up and scanned the floor. Vic was standing behind the door so I couldn't see him. "Do you know where my shoes are?" I asked him.
"How did you know I was here?" Vic frowned.
"You're many things, Victor. But a spy you are not," I teased.
"They're under your bed," he told me.
"Thanks," I grinned.
"Look, we need to talk,"
"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" I joked.
"No,"
"Of course not. We don't break up, we just move to different states,"
"I don't think this will help," Vic explained.
"What will help?"
"Going out with Mike. I don't get why you're doing it,"
"Is it because you're not coming?" I sighed.
"No, I just think you're going about this the wrong way," he explained.
"Please, can we do this tomorrow? Mike is coming now,"
"Fine," Vic said and held his hands up defensively. I walked out into the hall just as someone knocked the door. I opened it and saw Mike grinning at me.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," I nodded. I tuned back to Vic and smiled. "We'll talk tomorrow," I promised. Then I kissed his cheek before I left.
I followed Mike to the elevator and outside. He led me into a taxi cab and I settled myself down. We gave the driver directions. I felt Mike looking at me. "What?" I asked and raised my eyebrows.
"Nothing," he shrugged.
"What Mike?" I snapped.
"What's going down with you and Vic and Shane?" he asked.
"You still talk like you want to be Loco," I laughed.
"Come on," he urged and nudged me.
"I am engaged to Shane," I shrugged. "I want to be me again. When I am if he doesn't like it then I guess I'll call things off. Or he will if he hates me," I thought.
"And Vic?"
"Vic's just . . . I don't know," I sighed. "He's mine,"
"He's yours," Mike laughed. "What does that fucking mean?"
"Vic's just always been mine. You know? I reassured him he was a good kisser. He lost his virginity to me. He was the first guy I properly loved. He's mine,"
"So, what are you going to do with him?"
"I think I might love him," I breathed.
"He loves you too," Mike reminded me.
"I know," I sighed. "But I'm with Shane. I just don't know what to do,"
"What do you see yourself doing this time next year?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. Probably not in New York,"
"You see yourself with him. Don't you? In love with him,"
"Yeah," I nodded. I looked down and felt Mike push me a little.
"You should tell him. Do something about it,"
"Like what?"
"Well, I don't know if your mom told you. But you grab him and kiss him and then bite his collar bone hard and down his chest - because he's a bit weird and is into that - and you let him-"
"That's enough of that, Mike," I rushed.
"Pleasure," he smirked. The cab stilled and Mike payed the driver.
We got out and I took Mike to the doors of a club. Before we went in Mike slipped something into my hand. I looked down and saw he'd given me a joint, already rolled up. I raised my eyebrows and Mike shrugged. "Just in case you're feeling it tonight," he told me. I nodded and we slipped past the bouncer.

It's late now. I'm not sure what time it is, but I know I had a lot to drink. Or it feels like that. I know I've had shots. It could be the joint that's making me feel like this though. I shouldn't have mixed it with alcohol. I just feel so light and airy right now. It's like it's like I'm Jesus or Noah or whoever it was that walked on water.
I stumbled out of the club and Mike followed me. I fell down and groaned. Mike helped me up and as he wrapped his arm around me I started to giggle. Mike smiled down at me and I realised how much he looked like Vic.
Someone was muttering not far away. I turned and saw two girls looking at me. I glared and felt Mike watching me. "Look at that state," one of the girls said to the other.
"What did you say?!" I called. Surprisingly my voice was strong, not slurred like my thoughts.
"Nothing," the other girl said.
"No, you said something about me," I snapped. "Do I look like a state?!"
"You just look drunk," one of them said.
"I'm not,"
"Shut up," the other girl told her friend.
"Why should I?" she said.
"If you have a problem with me, come and fucking tell me!" I growled.
"Drella," Mike warned in my ear.
"No, fucking do something then!" I yelled. I pushed Mike away and the girl came over to me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She punched me on the side of the face and I did the same. I heard her nose crack and I smiled. As we were fighting I heard someone shout something.
"Drella!" Mike snapped. I bit the girls leg as she tried to knee me. The girl hissed in pain and stumbled back. Mike pulled me away and I turned to glare at him.
"What?" I spat.
"Fucking look!" he exclaimed. I tuned my head and heard sirens. A police car was headed towards us. It stopped right next to me and I turned. I started running away from the club. I looked back and saw Mike running after me with the police following him. I'm not getting arrested again. I came to an alley and ran down it. I climbed up on a trash can and started to climb the fence behind it. I looked down and saw Mike and two police officers below me. "Drella! Get the fuck down!" Mike yelled. I shook my head and went to climb over it. But I slipped and came falling down onto the floor. My body hit and I groaned. The police officers picked me up and forced me out of the alley. I whined as I saw the police car and was pulled inside, leaving Mike behind me.

After a few hours I still in a cell. I had my head resting against the wall and was humming to myself. They had given me water and I was sobering up. My high had worn off too. Someone walked past and I saw Vic and Mike standing with an officer. "Drella Young?" the officer asked.
"That's me!" I exclaimed. I hurried forwards and he let me out. I went to Vic and hugged him. I've been doing a lot of thinking this past hour.
"You okay?" Vic asked and I nodded. We walked outside after I'd collected my things and signed some papers. Mike kept looking at my guiltily. I got to Vic's car and got in the front seat. "Drella?" he asked.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"Doing all of this won't help," he told me.
"I know," I sighed. "I'm getting more clarity now," I explained.

Notes

Hey! I know I didn't update yesterday! I don't really have an excuse :p other than I wrote a new song the other day and spent ages yesterday doing the guitar parts. Sorry! What did you think? Maybe Vic is still the only person who can calm Drella down? What has Drella realised? What do you think will happen? :)

Edit - Hey! Any questions please ask! :)