Free Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1) by Danika Steel

that. 
                  “WOW.”  She smiled.  “I would really like to try it just once, just to experience that .”  We both sat quiet, trying to decide how to go about this without becoming the known drug addicts on the campus or getting caught. 
                  “I do know a guy who had friends…” she smiled.  “Let me make a couple of phone calls.”
                  “I mean, I wonder how else you can take it?” 
                  I laughed.  “I don’t know – let’s google it.”  And so we did.  Apparently, meth was known by many names – “ice, Tina, and glass as well as crystal meth”.  You could use it by injecting it (ouch), smoking it, snorting it in your nose, swallowing it, or inserting it into your anus or urethra.
                  “For real??  I mean, who and how would you insert it into your pee hole?”  We both laughed nervously, but knew also from the article that it was a dangerous drug and one that was highly addictive.
                  “I really don’t want to know anything more about assholes or pee holes.  I’ll stick to drinking it in my tea.”  I giggled, but nervously.
                  “Jazz, if we do this, we have to swear to each other that we will NOT let it get out of control.  Using something once or twice to try it out is one thing.  But, this drug – I hear a lot around this campus and what I hear is some pretty serious shit.  And these articles…it sounds like something much worse than just pot or something.  This is seriously addictive.”
                  “I swear – it was the best feeling I had ever felt until I passed out.  And, when I was awake, I was thinking clear, thinking fast and completely aware.  I know that if I could just use it once or twice more I could get over this broken arm and get my schoolwork caught up.  I just don’t know anybody to get it from.  And I DON’T want anyone else to know.”
                  “You’re telling me you really don’t know who those guys were at the party?”
                  “Sabrina, I don’t know how to explain it.  There’s one that I would probably recognize again if I saw him, but the rest of them were waiting in the room and the light was practically out.  I know that sounds really bad because it is.  They shut the door behind me and before I knew what had happened, well – you know the rest.”  The rest of what I had told her.  I simply told her that I passed out.  I didn’t tell her that I participated in the funkiest, wildest, most ecstatic experience of my life for what I could tell was about six hours.  How I woke up with a broken arm is still a mystery. 
                  “Alright, Sabrina.  I’m going to talk to a guy named Kenneth who I’ve met a couple of times and ask him for help, but only for you to drink in some tea or something and ONLY to help you get caught up.  Have you looked up withdrawals?  I don’t want you to get sick or weirded out or anything.” 
                  We hit google again.  We both got really nervous – the withdrawals were not just uncomfortable, but serious and could result in serious psychosis.  Some of the articles talked about indescribable pain and all of them talked about serious trouble with the law.   I looked at Sabrina.
                  “Come on Sabrina – this is for people who use a lot and then crash.  I just need the rush – just for a couple of days.  Then, I’ll probably have trouble sleeping for a couple of days and that will be it.”  She still sat, unconvinced.  I couldn’t believe that I was having to convince Sabrina of anything – the most extraverted person I knew.  The one I had been trying to convince for years to settle down. 
                  “Jasmine, it’s totally my fault that you’re even in this mess.  I