𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 - 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞.

eight.

was it wrong for seraphina to want to strangle someone? because this stupid girl was really annoying her.

"can you hurry the fuck up?!" seraphina banged on the door, desperately needing to pee but couldn't because of the girl inside.

"girl, i'm on my period," she shouted, making seraphina clench her jaw, and yell, "so stick a tampon up there and get out!"

"yo, what the hell's your problem?"

turning around, she was met with ashtray, a blunt in his hands like usual. "this fucking stupid cunt in the bathroom! i need to pee," she whined, making ash snicker.

"you do realise there's a bathroom in the basement, right?"

a groan left her throat and ashtray beckoned for her to follow him, which she did. "by the way, i need yo help with something," ash asked, and seraphina furrowed her eyebrows.

"what?"

"i need you to hand out these to people," he replied, dropping his bag and opening it up, revealing a shit ton of drugs inside. "holy shit," she gasped, staring inside.

"i mean, yeah, but i really need to pee."

•

"get your drugs, get your drugs," seraphina chanted in the corner, the weed and alcohol in her system taking it's toll.

"you know, i don't think it's cool for you to be shouting where people can get drugs."

a random boy approached seraphina, someone she had never seen around before. "yeah, well, they already know who i am anyway."

"i'm miles," he introduced, sticking his hand out and seraphina looked at it cautiously. "do you always approach girls who are selling drugs, miles?"

he laughed for a second before shaking his head, the red cup in his hand dropping to the ground. "do you wanna get out of here?"

"oh, i can't. i have a job, and i'm here with my friend," seraphina pointed over to ashtray, who didn't witness any of what was going on, instead relaxing on a chair with his eyes shut.

"ah, is he making you sell his stuff?"

"yeah, but it's cool. i don't mind."

miles observed the girl for a moment and softly smiled, pulling money out of his jeans. "just some weed," he said, handing her the money whilst she pulled out some weed from ashtray's bag.

"here you go," she slurred, the alcohol still in her system. miles took it and thanked her, also pulling his phone out. "do you think i could maybe get your number?"

her eyes widened and she pondered what to do for a moment. she didn't really fancy him, but what was the harm in being friends?

"yeah, sure."

typing in her phone number, seraphina didn't realise ashtray had approached her until his deep voice spoke up. "what the fuck you doin'?"

his arms were crossed and he had his jaw clenched, which seraphina didn't quite understand why. "um, nothing, no."

miles' eyes trained between the two and became confused. "sorry, is this your boyfriend?"

"yo, back the fuck up," ashtray scoffed, pulling up his jacket so his gun became visible. "sorry, man."

miles left and seraphina scoffed, staring over at ash who still looked pissed. "what the hell, ash?!"

"i didn't like him."

"yeah, well i did!"

ashtray looked over and rolled his eyes, muttering, "just fucking forget it, okay?" he snatched the bag and walked off, leaving seraphina alone to question what the fuck had just happened.

•

phinaaa.
sorry about before.

phinaaa.
i didn't mean it.

phinaaa.
yo, u dead? worried.

ashtray threw his phone down on his bed, and deeply sighed, hands running over his head as he wondered what to do.

it was really pissing him off that she was ignoring him. was she with that guy? or was she hurt?

the thoughts pissed him off and after a while, he just turned around and slept, trying his hardest to think about things other than seraphina.

meanwhile, seraphina was in her own bed, heart racing as she stared down at the texts on her phone.

ashtray and miles had both text her, and she wasn't really sure who to answer. miles was really sweet and nice, but ashtray was someone who she felt like she could go to if she was hurt or scared.

pushing the feelings aside, seraphina opened ashtray's texts and responded, trying to hide the smile when he was concerned about her.

ashtray awoke to his phone pinging and smiled at her name, shooting her a quick text and like normal, they were back to being friends.