"Nothing."
"Good." He grasped my wrist leading me to the door. He doubled knocked and it opened, they attendant on the other side stared us down immediately. Jc slipped him a few bills and he nodded briskly, opening the door wide enough for us to get outside. We ducked out the back door and started towards a black convertible parked outside.
**
Taco Bell? I asked when jc pulled into the drive through.
"Why not?"
I ordered a freezy along with jc and then we were back on our trek.
"When's your curfew?" He asked mischievously.
"Nine."
"How strict are your parents?"He wasn't being too subtle about sizing up the damage of his actions.
Suddenly my lungs clenched and my throat began to ache, I did not want to be lone with him. At least not yet. this was way too sudden and I barely knew him.
"Hey Jc, this seems fun and all but I have to go home. I can't be in any more trouble than I'm already in."
"Oh" he looked hurt. "I'll drive you he then I guess?"
"Thanks ." I smiled gratefully at him.
By the time Jc had driven me home I totally regretted my decision, I should've just gone with him. what was the worst that could've happened? He probably thinks I don't like him anymore.
"I'm sorry I couldn't go on your little adventure my.... "asthma" was kicking in." I lied as I crawled over the consol and sat on his lap facing him.
"Well I could see how that could-" I cut off his rambling by crashing my lips into his. But I pulled away quickly leaving his neck stretched out, wanting more. I giggled at him and hopped out of the car, slamming the door behind me.
**
The detention room smelled like pot. how on earth had they managed to pull that off? I couldn't know who it was since I was the last "convict" to enter. I scanned every one looking for any signs of who might be "doing the dirty."
No luck, everybody looked guilty. I gave up and sat next to the reading Jc, pulling out my phone to start up my own book. but out of the corner of my eye I saw his lip twitch with anxiety. Gotcha.
At first I was scared that I hadn't seen it coming or had any clue whatsoever as to who Jc really was.
I leaned over to him, "Was it you?" I whispered lightly.
But he looked confused, "Was what me?"
"You don't smell that?" I cocked an eyebrow and motioned to the smoky haze that hung suspended just below the lights.
"No." His denial made it obivous.
"Fine." I huffed and started toward the exit.
"Wait, Sophie! Come back!" He rambled frantically behind me.
"Don't lie to me." I spat at him.
"Okay, okay! I just didn't want to scare you away." He scrambled to catch up. I swiveled around to face him.
"Let's get out of here" I mumbled, still angry.
Jc smiled and took my hand.
**
The wind whipped my hair violently as we walked into the school parking lot.
"So can I take you where I had wanted to yesterday?" He nudged my shoulder lightly.
"I guess." I complied incoherently. Jc stopped me at his car and opened the door politely. Jc hopped into the other side and flicked on the radio.
"Why weed?" I blurted, unable to he back my curiosity.
"Why not." He retorted.
"I don't understand," I shook my head and studied his folded hands. "Who do you even get it from and more importantly, do you even realize that your throwing your life away?" I nagged at him.
"You're not my mom." He replied defensively, his smile had faded completely. "Try some before you decide to hate me, okay?"
He offered me a loosely rolled paper with green sticking out the ends. I cocked an eyebrow as I weighed the pro's and con's. I gripped the end of the joint, pulling it to my lips. Jc rolled down the window and placed a smoke in his own mouth.
The stench and the taste was overwhelming. I had lied about having asthma, thank god. The coughing only lasted a few minutes though, not until the drugs kicked in. The sidefects were mild, but enough to make my mother wonder that night. I had made a mistake.
**
"Good morning Los Angeles! Today we have a great mix of music today along with-"
I slammed my fist into my dresser several times before hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock.
I rolled out from under the sheets and opened my closet. I pulled on a hoodie and black skinny jeans. I studied myself in the mirror, my eyes were still blood shot from last night. I winced and pulled on a pair of sunglasses, not bothering to put on any makeup on.
Now I had to tell Jc, tell him we couldn't be friends anymore.
