My Sweetest Finley

2

It was not one song. It was many, many, many songs. From many albums.

Isla said the party was only a few minutes away. Isla lied. It was a little over an hour away which I wouldnt have minded if I wasn't forced to listen to every Taylor Swift song and all of their meanings. Isla would constantly pause the song and explain the backstories. The only one that interested me was "Style" because... I'm a Harry girl.

Anyway, we finally arrived at, I don't even know whose house. "Who's throwing this?" I turn to Isla with the most confused look on my face as I stupidly just let this girl who I barely know, take me to a stranger's house.

She gets out of the car, slams the door shut, and makes her way to my side. As she swings open my door, I unbuckle my seatbelt and she yanks me out. "My brother," Isla grins and turns away, taking my hand in hers as I'm dragged behind. "You have a brother?" I ask with probably too much surprise in my voice. "No. I'm lying. Duh, I have a brother, but he moved out here two years ago," She mentions as she's still dragging me up the driveway.

Isla finally gets me to the door and she doesn't even knock. Just lets herself in. Although, I guess they are family.

When we walk in, we are greeted by a very big man. Not big like fat. But he's strong and muscular. He's strong and muscular and gorgeous. He has his bare feet out. Gross.

Isla bumps into my shoulder, trying to get my attention. As I look to her, away from his man feet she cocks her head towards him. He's offering his hand, just as Isla did before. And just like when Isla did, I ignore it. Isla rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by this barefooted man. "My name is Eric," He puts his hand back into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Nice," now I know this is his house but he rudely interrupted my only friend so I don't have much respect for him.

"She's rude, but it seems like she likes my feet," as he says this I can practically hear the smirk on his face. His assumption made my shoulders tense up. I turn on my heel and book it back towards him. With my finger mere inches from his face, a smirk appears on his lips as I begin to speak. "I do not like feet. In fact, yours are the ugliest feet I've ever seen in my life. Like you should really get that checked out. It's gross," I hear Isla laughing so hard behind me, she's losing her breath. But I ignore her and walk away. Again.

I make my way over to a couch that looks like it's held together by about three threads. But it's filled with a group of kids smoking something. I join them, although, I've never smoked before. "You want some?" A dirty-looking kid with hair that looks like it hasn't been brushed in ages hands me a pipe. "What is it?" The only time I've ever seen a pipe is in Disney movies when a villain is smoking tobacco. But I know you can smoke other things in them too. I think.

"It's just weed," he and his little group of friends laugh. "I've never smoked weed before," I scrunch up my nose at the smell of borderline skunk. Clara and Marco used to smoke, but they would smoke out of a blunt. I was never interested because it just made them look tired. "You don't have to if you don't want to," as he starts to turn away, my words fall out of my mouth before I'm ready for them to. "No, I want to try," I blurt out which causes the boy to raise an eyebrow at me. "How do you do it?" He hands me the pipe and tells me to put the end of it to my mouth. "Okay, now when I hold the lighter to it you're going to inhale. It will probably burn but you're going to hold it in. And when you can't anymore, blow it out."

I do everything he says but when I go to blow out, my body involuntarily coughs. My throat feels like I had just swallowed razor blades and I can't get enough air in my lungs. I keep coughing and coughing as much as I can. As I'm still unable to breathe, I see Isla walk up to me through watery eyes and mouth "water" to her.