Smoke Me.

Chapter 42: Casual?

'This is not what I should be doing.' Is what I kept repeating to myself as I followed the three new 'friends', a sworn enemy and the not self-proclaimed ex-lover of mine.

The party turned out to be a real party and not only a small gathering.

Half of the students were there to let loose after they had the first taste of their new hell. I lied about feeling the pain of the freshmen and steered clear of those I remembered seeing before which was hard to do considering the party took place in five open dorm rooms and one of the fellow students who knew me seemed to be in every room, giving me the evil eye every time he'd spot me. My classmates knew that I attended just enough to survive and then magically got bigger grades than them. And they didn't bother to hide the fact that they all unanimously hated me after I claimed that I simply studied daily. Even the guy I was paying was pretending to abhor me at this point. Or he really did, but still needed money too much to spit in my face.

But I wasn't the one who was willingly going from room to room and greeting new people. Martin and V were doing that for me.

However, I was honestly indifferent to my grades or reputation.

'My grandma's probably turning in her grave.'

It was the fact that I was following Jungkook like a lost puppy all night that I had a problem with. That I wished it wasn't obvious, but at the same time, anyone who was paying close attention would guess what I was doing at some point.

They probably thought I was following all of them since I came here because they've invited me.

But if Jungkook went to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom. If he had a drink, I had a drink.

He went outside to smoke weed with the others so I did too. They went back inside, he had a beer, and then went back out. It was a never-ending cycle of smoking. The more 'clear air' we were getting, the stupider our conversations became.

"That girl's hair. Did you see her hair?" Dwayne asked, pointing in awe.

"Like a mermaid." Jay went on.

"Must feel like burnt straws."

Martin stuck his tongue out briefly to emphasize his disgust, but then he replaced it with his usual cheery yet confident expression.

"How does she survive out of water?" Jay questioned the logic in a logic-less conversation.
"She's also a witch?" V assumed.

"Got it." I clapped and got their undivided attention. "See what she's drinking?" I pointed at the blue Gatorade bottle.

All but Jungkook shamelessly turned their heads and ogled at it.

"I can see it," Dwayne whispered as if no one else should know that.

"That's the potion she has to drink every single day to keep her legs."

"Who keeps a potion in a plastic bottle?" Martin pointed out. I shook my head and crossed my arms, implying they were amateurs.

"How else would you drink a potion in public without other people getting suspicious?"
They all nodded and applauded for a mystery well solved.

Jungkook facepalmed himself.

That was all I remember happening in the past four hours before I plummeted on a couch next to V.

Jungkook was the only one dancing. With a girl no less.

And despite all the weed I have inhaled and all the beers I had in the trunk. No one could stop me from watching every move the two were making. Or if their faces indicated that any move will be made later.