Jet Black Heart\\M.C.

+30+

+Hannah+

I walk the long distance from Professor Gaines class to my car, exhausted from my second week at school. My on campus classes are only Wednesday's and Thursday's, allowing me to keep my job at Roxannes, while I tutor on the side for extra money. But the normalcy and effort for my future feels good and rewarding amongst the current chaos.

Instead of heading home, I go to Ashton's. His weed stash really helping me sleep, but last night I used the last of what I took a little over two weeks ago. With them not due to be back for a few more days when Ashton can buy more for us, I sneak the key from under the dead eucalyptus flower pot and allow myself entry to his house.

Its weird being in his still, quiet home, but it smells like him and that makes me smile. I make my way up the stairs to his bedroom that still smells like vanilla, though the candle hasn't been used in well over two weeks and go to his nightstand. Inside is the blue metal tin that contains his sleepy stash. I open the drawer and chuckle to myself, the conversation we shared over the phone when I commented on the amount of condoms scattered about in the drawer. 'Safe sex is smart sex honey' he had said in a sassy tone to me, making me giggle before I had looked over at his made and unused bed. It shocked me how jealous I felt of the women who've laid on that mattress as he reached over to open the drawer I was scouting about in.

His tone became sultry and smooth when I opened the tin, he must have heard the sound. And I couldn't help but fall to his bed and mumble how I would pay him back. He reassured me it was okay and I just nodded my head, my throat feeling dry from his seductive voice before I cleared my throat and told him I would call Mikey. After we hung up, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but wonder deep in the recesses of my mind what kind of lover Ashton is.

He likes to talk. We all know that. Is he the same in bed? Using that low husky voice as he tells you how beautiful you are or how much he is enjoying himself. Or is that the only time he can't use his words? Expressing his approval through his moans and heavy breath.

I shook my head and took what I needed, hauling my ass out of his house since the thoughts terrified me; rationalizing I was just in need. Mikey would be home in three weeks and fulfill that void. If he still wants me that is.

I open the tin now and take a single baggy of buds that I know will be enough to roll a joint or two to get me through. Ashton previous explained via text how to mill them. Hopefully I can. Once replaced in the drawer I close it and then look around, a part of me wanting to snoop and run my hand over his belongings, but I don't since I need to get home to do my homework. And I don't want those thoughts from last time to return. My heart too heavy to deal with that.  I bury the drug deep down in my purse and leave, feeling like an idiot for not taking the car home first and just walking over. But what's done is done and I manage to get home quickly enough.

Once all the doors are locked, I make a snack, place the weed in my own tin can, and then sit down at the computer to begin my school work. I'm done faster than I thought I would be so I clean up the house before I have to leave to Michael's parents house. As I wipe down the kitchen counter my phone rings, a call from Michael.

"Hey," I answer.

"Hey, babe," he replies sweetly, making a faint smile curve on my lips as I trace my finger on the counter top. "What's up?"

"Not much, just tidying up the kitchen before I go to your parents' house."

"Oh its Spaghetti Night already?" He chuckles, the sound so adorable but it doesn't bring me joy like usual.

"Yep," I respond.

"I'm jealous," he sing songs, being his silly self.

"I know," I chuckle lightly.