Kingston (a disciplinary story)

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The strawberry nicotine blew through my lips as the alcohol washed down my throat. I looked over at Miles who was dancing to The Score that was playing through her Apple Music.

It had been 3 months since Luke and I began dating. It was a Weds day afternoon, 6pm. I was at Miles house, drinking and smoking. Her mother was already in bed for the night as she didn't feel good. I huff my strawberry puff bar and French inhale out.

"We can't go to school with hangovers Miles," I state as I gulp the strawberry alcohol.

She laughs. "I do it all the time we'll be good. No one will notice."

"I mean I used to live on hangovers remember who you're talking to Mi." I reply thinking back to my past as I gulp some more.

She shakes her head. "Lighten up Kingston, please?"

I sigh and take another drag. "Fine fine. I have t been drunk since Dad got me. Let's have some funnnnnn."

I stand up and finish off the alcohol, feeling the drunk ness arising. I grab Miles arms and begin to grind her against the music. She allows and follows suit.

"Let's hotbox the room King, I haven't been able to do that!"

I laugh. "Okay, we'll need more smokes though!"

Miles grins. She opens up her closet and pulls out a shoe box filled with disposable pods. "Take your pick!"

I gasp. What the fuck? Miles was badass. I love her! I choose banana ice and my strawberry, hot boxing against her smoke. I take off my shorts, being only in my body suit. She smirks. "Sexy baby girl," she says leaning in my ear.

Her breath tingles down my neck and I look at her. She was dying me. The fact we were drunk I didn't think much of it. I grinned. "No you're sexy mama," I reply, my drunkness taking over, leaning into her nose.

Suddenly, she kisses me.

I pull away surprised. But I lean in once more and return it. I laugh and smile but she frowns.

With slurry words she whispers something to me.

I can't understand her.

"What's up bug??" I ask her swaying.

"I'm gay."