based on: poison by - rita ora // @ofvulnerability “nothing ever gets me high like this -- i pick my poison and its you. nothing could kill me like you do. you’re going straight to my head, and i’m going straight for the edge.”
Jacie knew that the boy was trouble for her. He was a distraction. She would miss shoots for him, eat pizza the night before a show even though she knew it wouldn’t be good for her the next day. She got drunk and post stupid things on twitter because it was fun -- but he was like her brand of poison. Maybe what she needed. Somebody in her life to pull her away from the life of cameras and people telling her what to wear, what to eat, what to weigh. Running into the room she jumped onto the boy with all the strength her tiny body could allow and giggled as she let out a scream. “ADIEN!”