ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕...
TW: Mature content
"𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚."
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Lydia Grayson is a popular girl; gorgeous, caring, intelligent, humorous, and a tad bit of a badass; She knows how to party. No one knows about the challenges she faces...
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I swiftly placed her cold body into the passenger seat, tightened her seatbelt, then closed and locked the door before rushing to the driver's side. —
For the past five minutes, we've been driving on the highway, and she hasn't moved an inch. Every now and then I looked over to her, I turned the radio off so that I could listen to her breathing and make sure she was still alive. Relief washed through my body with each breath she inhaled. ...
She shifted in her seat and let out a grunt at the same time. "Where are we going?" She murmured, her voice drowsy.
"I'm taking you back to your dorm room" I replied She jerked her head towards me and burst out laughing.
"Channnnce..." she slurred, clearly intoxicated. "What are you doing here?" "I thought I went to a party with Nate.."
"You did, but he's a tool-"
"You smell good" She giggled, interrupting me.
I shifted my gaze away from the road and toward the giggling girl. I couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous she was acting at the moment.
"What's that?" She probed.
"What's what?"
She pointed to my face and said, "That on your face." "Your smiling, I never thought the great Chance himself was capable of such thing"
Before returning my gaze to the road, I rolled my eyes and scuffed.
"Oh come on dont be like that, you're cute when you smile"
"You think I'm cute?" I asked with a grin on my lips.
"Ya, like a puppy"
"Did you just call me a puppy?" I asked, my grin swiftly fading.
"That's right puppy" She cheered.
I narrowed my eyes at her which only made her laugh harder. 'God this girl has a pretty smile. I have never heard anything more beautiful in my life'
"You're cute," I said with a smile and a shake of my head. "What?" She asked in disbelief.
'Did I just say that out loud?' I tried to explain myself by saying, "Like a puppy."
Lydia erupted with laughter. "A puppy-" She shouted as she struggled to take a breath.
I had forgotten how intoxicated she was for a short while. ...
"How much did you smoke?" I asked, my voice serious. Her expression went dull and humour no longer filled the air.
She raised one finger. "Just one puff" "The one that the man gave you?" I asked, already feeling my blood boil. Lydia nodded.
