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every cell in my body making my bones buzz with every note. The windows of my shiny, black BMW 6 Series Gran Coupe are down and we are driving in unadulterated freefall through the country roads in Fairfield County.
    I’m in the care of Snow and the emaciated Ava Forrester-Payne whose Asprey jewelery glints and sparkles in every direction drawing attention away from her ravished and pale face that has self-loathing and bulimia written all over it.
    Only six months ago I would never have dreamed about knowing that my present company even existed at Westbourne Prep.
    Tyler passes me a bottle of Grey Goose, which I guzzle. Swallowing at least a quarter of its contents at such a speed that the clear liquid spills down both sides of my mouth, running down my throat, disappearing down the front of my blouse. I catch Tyler’s eyes pause at my top button, which lies half open.
    Tyler catches me looking at him looking at me, before saying. “I like you, Olivia Carter. You are discreet and always pay up front. Ava Forester-Payne on the other hand is a pain in the ass. I’ve had to learn the hard way that the least profitable customers are friends. Ava never has a problem calling at six a.m., and she always expects low prices.”
    I thought I was his friend.
    “Are you still wrestling, Tyler?” asks Ava, as if she could read my mind.
    “Yeah baby, that’s what I got my college scholarship for.”
    “You have to show me your muscles sometime big boy,” giggles Ava.
    “Ava, you do realize that my business success is because I’m educated enough to keep the ball turning. It’s not just all good looks.”
    Turning to me, he taps my thigh saying, “I run the prep schools and college campus in a business-like format using a combination of microeconomics and proven statistics to enforce a safe and guaranteed profit.”
    As he presses his foot down on the gas pedal, his whole body’s pushed back into the black leather seat. It makes the car feel like it’s gliding effortlessly ten feet off the ground. It reminds me of when I was in the water.
    My shirt flickers just above my left breast. I picture the rapid flutter of my heartbeat under it. It’s thrilling driving at this speed on the windy back roads of Connecticut. Way better than any swimming race.
    Turning to look at Tyler, his skin is flushed, glowing even. My eyes run over Ava next, who’s slumped over in the backseat, eyes half open in some entranced dream-like state, her pupils as large as big black grapes like mine and Tyler’s.
    Ava doesn’t look too great, her skin a pale blue color, her breathing shallow. She looks like a wax dummy, but the eight ball of cocaine that we took earlier that morning has pounded all my senses and just allows me to park that thought somewhere before racing on ahead with another thought to take its place.
    “Ava,” I manage to slur, noticing how her hair sticks to her forehead.
    She turns her head towards me, attempting to raise her hand, but it falls heavily on her lap eliciting a contented smile.
    I remember the first time I saw Ava at school. She looked preppy, snobbish even. Her long luxurious blonde hair was always worn up in a bun with a bow, a ponytail with a bow, or a braid with a bow. The epitome of good breeding.
    “Pass me the vodka, you mongrel,” slurs Ava.
    “Shut up, Ava. Don’t talk to Olivia like that or I’ll kick you out of the car you stupid bitch.”
    “Don’t talk to her like that, asshole.”
    “Whoah, everybody. We’re all getting a bit frosty in here.” I hope there’s nothing wrong with the drugs we’ve done.
    I pass the vodka bottle to Ava who drops it on the floor, spilling the contents all over the seats, flopping back in the seat again.
    “Jesus Ava, watch the fucking car,” says Tyler who momentarily turns his entire body to face Ava in the back.
    I look out of the window,taking in the vivid colors of the countryside around me.The stalks of green wheat wave gently in the wind.
    The sudden