Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

15 - Accidentally, Alcohol & Analyzer

~ Initiation - The Weeknd ~
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"Happy Thanksgiving!" I exclaim approaching the group. I hold out four paper turkeys in my hand. Each with their name on it.

Tag is the first one to laugh. "What the hell are these," he sniggers, taking one from me.

"Thanksgiving turkeys. Don't judge me, I was high when I made these," I hand one to each person.

"These are adorable!" Maya gushes.

"Also pull on the blue feather." They do as I say. The blue feather falls off and a blunt drops out into their hand. "Your thanksgiving wish is now granted!"

"Hell yeah!" Tag and Levi both high-five me.

Maya pulls me into a hug. "Aww. Thanks. I didn't get you anything," she says.

"Don't worry about it. I am thankful for my friends so yeah," I mutter. I can't believe I just said that.

"Aww so cute," Heath teases. I roll my eyes and shove his shoulder with mine.

"Are you guys actually leaving now?" Maya asks.

I check the time on my phone. We should've left 30 minutes ago. "Yeah and we're late. See you guys later," Maya, Levi and Tag both pull me into a group hug. "Oh gosh. Too close!" I pull away from their hold as they laugh.

"Alright we have a thanksgiving dinner to get to. Later," Heath waves. I walk off with him. We get into a car, a driver heads straight to the airport where we get into the family jet. Yes, our family's co-own a jet together.

"So Heath. What is this? The first thanksgiving you've come to in what? 3, 4 years?" I question. I sit down on one of the couches.

Heath takes a seat right next to me. He blows out air between his lips thinking. "Yeah. Think so," he answers. I look around the jet for a specific thing.

"Yo Jack!" I shout. Our airplane butler walks out and stands in front of Heath and I.

"Yes Miss Prystyne?"

"Where's the alcohol?" I ask, not seeing it anywhere. There used to be a whole mini fridge of it.

"Both your parents have decided to hide it away. My apologies miss," Jack answers.

"Seriously," Heath mumbles under his breath.

"Butttt you got me right J. My guy!" I exclaim. He laughs lightly and nods. He walks out of the room. He soon returns with two glasses and a bottle of crown.

I reach over and take it from him. "Ah my favourite. Jackson, Jackster, Jackstar! You're the best person ever. Free to go," I tell him. He smiles before walking off.

I turn to Heath with a sneaky smile on my face. He takes the bottle from my hand and twists off the cap. "You're going to get him fired, you know that right," Heath says. He pours the crown out in the cups in my hand.

"I have it all under control. Don't worry," I assure. Plus Jack hates working for our parents anyways. I hand Heath his glass and cheers with him unexpectedly.

I begin downing my drink. "Are you trying to get fucked up so early. Slow down," Heath chuckles taking my drink out of my hand. I know the simple hand graze shouldn't do anything when he takes the cup from me but damn.

He stares at me with such intensity. "Stop looking at me like that or I'm going to swallow the whole freaking bottle," I mutter loudly. Heath just laughs in response.

He slides over sitting closer to me. His hand pushing my hair behind my ear is just enough to get my heart racing. Why do I feel this way? "Am I making you nervous?" He asks. I shake my head, unable to speak.