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

was on Google about something so illegal that seemed to be completely accurate information.  According to the article, we were supposed to put it into the tea, let it dissolve and then drink it.  We should feel the effects within a few minutes and they should last anywhere from three hours to sixteen hours.
    “Sixteen hours?  It didn’t last that long at all. Of course, my situation was a little bit different, but they may have not used very much either.”
    “So what should we use?”
    We decided to put in half to each cup of tea, let it dissolve and then see what happened.  We were both very nervous, but as promised, it wasn’t but a few minutes and the drug was interacting as it was supposed to.  My head started to spin.  I started seeing red and green everywhere – I mean there were other colors, but red and green definitely stood out.  I started looking at my hands, and even my fingers looked more red than they usually did.
    “Do my fingers look red to you?”  I held my hands out for Sabrina to look at. 
    “What do you see?”  Sabrina was staring at her own hand, and then she started laughing out loud. 
    “Did you hear me?  How do you feel?”  Sabrina looked at Jasmine, and before either of them knew what was happening, Sabrina reached over and kissed me, square on the mouth.  Like a really, long, passionate kiss.  I could taste her tongue.  Was this a dream?  Was this happening?  It seemed like it lasted forever.  After a few minutes, I looked at her.
    “What the hell was that?”  Sabrina laughed out loud.
    “It was a kiss, you dork. I don’t know – it just felt like the right thing to do.”
    “ I didn’t know you could kiss that good.  You’re a really good kisser.”  All I could think was about the kiss – does this mean we are lesbians now?  What the hell just happened?  And why did it feel so great?
    “I’m going to the bathroom.”  Sabrina got up and walked into the bathroom and I knew exactly what she was doing.  I waited for a few minutes, opened my computer and started to type.  I didn’t even know what I was typing about, but I couldn’t stop.  I could hear Sabrina in the bathroom with her vibrator.  (I had always thought the idea of using a mechanical tool for sexual pleasure was completely unnecessary and gross, but Sabrina made no secret of it and she was certainly enjoying herself tonight.)
    I, on the other hand, enjoyed writing more than anything in the world.  I wrote until the wee hours of the morning when I don’t remember, but I fell into my bed, clothes on, and passed out.  I woke up to the sunlight in my face.  There was a note on the desk and a Danish from Sabrina.  “Thanks for last night – what a TRIP!!  We’ll do it again!”  I looked at the time and at the typewriter. We’ll do what again?  We won’t be making out again, if that’s what she meant…I would never be able to look at her again the same.  My best friend and I since third grade made out last night.  TOO weird.
    It was 11:15 in the morning, which means I had missed my first two classes, but she I had typed all night long.  The manuscript was excellent but I couldn’t remember typing a word of it.  As I read it, it was as though as stranger had written it.  ‘Wow’, is all I could think.  This is how Freud was a genius on coke – he couldn’t remember what he had written down, but it was ingenious.  Michelangelo was the same way.  I had definitely stumbled onto something, but there was that throbbing, debilitating headache again. 
    And a TERRIBLE craving for more.   More meth.  I hadn’t even started on my makeup work from the hospital stay and Sabrina and I had used all of what we had purchased the night before.  I called Sabrina and asked her for the number to the guy she had purchased the meth from the night before.
    “For real?  You promised that you weren’t going to do this.  Jasmine, are you really thinking about this?  This just