Vertigo

Ch.1 “Crash”


-Friday-
Amber blew out the thick smoke that once filled her lungs then watched the white cloud float up to the basement ceiling. Her head buzzed and every nerve ending in her body was tingling. She looked around at her friends; Rae coughed a little as she passed the bubbler to her boyfriend, Tony. Amber grinned, looking at her best friend Rae. The blond was running her fingers through her hair, scrubbing her scalp. She had to admit, that was the coolest thing when you were high.

“Do you think there is a God?” Krystal pondered aloud, now receiving the bubbler. She took a good sized hit before passing it to her cousin Brandon. He was also the supplier and Amber’s long time friend.

“Duh” Amber rolled her eyes, cracking her neck. She pulled her perfect dark hair to the side and smiled. “That would be me”

“And… guess who’s going straight to hell” Brandon snickered, passing the bubbler back to Amber.

“Says the stoner” Luke, laughed. He and Amber were ‘friends with benefits’ they all usually chilled at his house as well because his parents were always gone on business.

Amber leaned back onto Luke, letting him hit the bong after she did. As soon as he was about to blow the smoke out, Amber grabbed his face and got a shotgun from him, sucking in the smoke as he kissed her.

She had it all. Amber Nichole Michaels; she was gorgeous, popular and rich beyond anything. Amber was basically every guys dream; her long dark brown hair matched with her bright ice blue eyes caught everyone’s attention. She made straight A’s in school and was the most popular girl there. It was like some cliché High School movie whenever she walked down the halls: people would step aside and smile politely; guys would stare at her, wanting her.

She was a rich, snobby bitch who always got her way and was known for being a great fuck. Most girls would hate that reputation. Not Amber; she embraced it… that’s who she was and if you didn’t like it, fuck you.

“Want to go upstairs?” Luke whispered Amber’s ear, then nipped on her earlobe.

Amber looked around at her friends then turned back to Luke and nodded. “Lets fuck” she giggled softly in his ear.


Walking up stairs was always difficult for Amber when she was high. And her high heels didn’t help her either. “Damn you, Gucci” she muttered, leaning on the railing.

Luke kept his hand on the small of her back to help her balance. He wasn’t messed up like Amber was; she always got high easily. Amber looked over at Luke. He really was cute; his hair was light brown but cut really short, his eyes were bright hazel and he was a lot taller then her. Muscular, tan and a couple years older than her… perfect.

“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day” Luke grinned, gently pushing her against the door to his room. Amber grinned at him, her mind in a haze. She felt his hands on her hips and his breath on her neck, and it made her shudder.

Amber reached behind her and opened the door, walking backwards towards his bed. He climbed on to of her, touching anywhere he could. Amber moaned and giggled in reaction, wrapping her long, slender legs around his waist. Her hands were pinned above her head by one of his hands. His other hand was pulling down her skirt and underwear.

“Mmm… come on” She moaned, arching her back. She then felt his fingers teasing her, rubbing, sliding and probing her wet entrance. Luke was good. He was always good.

It was all a blur but the next thing Amber knew, she was on top of Luke, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Her head thrown back, hips moving in a fast pace. His hands gripping her hips tightly. She cried out in pleasure, a sheen of sweat covering their bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sex. It was pure pleasure.

“Ooohh” Amber cried, scraping her fingernails down his chest. Luke bucked up into her harder, feeling his climax soon to come.

A few moments later, she collapsed on top of him, panting heavily and moaning. He flipped her over quickly, resting her feet on his shoulders and pounded into her until she was screaming for a second climax.


Then that’s when they heard it; the sound no one wants to hear: police sirens.

“What the fuck” Luke whispered, panting heavily. Amber slipped off the bed and pulled her skirt and one of Luke’s sweatshirts on quickly, carefully looking out the window.

“No Fucking Way” Amber gasped, grabbing her cell phone and flip flops. “Luke… why the fuck are there four cop cars in your fucking driveway!?” she yelled, going down the stairs, not bothering to see what Luke was doing.

She ran to the basement door and yelled “Fucking cops in the driveway!!” before running to the back door.

“Open up!” Amber heard someone say from the other side of the back door, “Police! Open up!”

Then she started to cry. Tears ran down Amber’s face as she gasped for air. She didn’t know what to do; this had to be just a nightmare.

“What the hell is going on?” Brandon asked, coming into the kitchen with her. Amber just looked at him, tears running down her pretty face, her makeup streaking badly. “Shit” he mumbled, hearing the cops yelling again.

“Amber?” Rae’s voice rang through the house.

It all went by so fast. There were red and blue lights. There was a lot of yelling and searching. One police man was yelling at Amber but she couldn’t concentrate on his words. She didn’t know what to do, just stand there, helpless while all her friends stood there as well. There was no where to go; no where to run. It felt like someone was holding her throat, making sure she couldn’t breathe. A sudden headache. Everything was breaking apart.

There was the backseat to the cop car. There was Luke stuttering like an idiot about something to the police. There were neighbors out, seeing what was going on, and cool metal slipping around her wrists. There was a voice in the back of Amber’s mind telling her that she was in deep, deep shit. Blurs of color and motion all around her; she felt tears roll down her face again.

Someone fingerprinted her and took her picture. A lady sat her at a desk where people asked her questions and made a phone call to her father. A cold group cell where she sat with women who looked like hell. She heard Rae and Krystal shivering and Crying next to her. More motions and colors; Amber couldn’t concentrate. Her buzz faded but reality was too much to take.

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“What were you thinking Amber?” Amber’s father sighed. Evidently they were still in the police station. “Do you even realize how this can hurt your chances of getting into Yale?”

Amber glared at her father; she might have been a daddy’s girl, but they butted heads like a brother and sister would. “Sorry dad, I wasn’t exactly thinking about Yale at the time”

“You weren’t thinking at all”

“I just want to go home” Amber huffed, rolling her eyes. She was tired, drained and could use some tequila right about now.

A police officer told Amber and her father that Amber was going to be put on parole for eight months. In that eight months, she would have to complete 10 hours of community service a week, she could only go to and from school, and to her community service location: the homeless shelter. Amber sighed at the punishment and rolled her eyes a little. She didn’t even care at this point. All she wanted was her nice, warm bed.