sparks | henry creel

022

I couldn't even tell you the name of the movie we watched because I was constantly looking out the window for the creepy Van. I didn't even sit next to Henry because I feel bad enough for the lying I'm about to do to him, I didn't want to make it worse by being near him and letting him think I'm telling him everything, the full truth.

I know that one way or another, because of my noisy and cant-keep-a-secret friend group, he'll find out. I just don't know if that'll be today.

I can tell Henry was taken aback whenever I didn't sit next to him. I guess it's kind of a good thing that I'm sitting next to Max instead of him, I don't want to loose my friends over some guy.

Some guy who is extremely attractive and cares about me.
I think.

I can tell you this, though, whenever I didn't leave with him after the movie was over, he was even more confused. I tried my best to sneak out with Lucas without it looking sketchy. Okay, yeah, it probably was sketchy, either way.

"Heather, wait up!" Henry calls out my name as I'm halfway out the door. Damnit.

I freeze, turning around. "Yeah?" I ask. His eyes raise. "Where are you going?" He asks. "I'm hanging out with Lucas." I point over to Lucas, who is hanging next to Jason's car, who's been waiting very patiently for the past five minutes. When I mean patiently I mean he's been waiting outside of his car flipping his keys in his hands and whenever Lucas came out of the building Jason yelled "Finally, Sinclair!"

"Who's he?" Henry points to Jason's car. "A friend of Lucas," I murmur, walking out the door, leaving it for Henry to catch if he wanted too. "Okay, and what are you guys going to do?"

The questions began to annoy me, when deep down I know he's only asking because he cares about me. I still wish he'd take a chill pill. Maybe he should come smoke with me.

"I don't know, Lucas said we'd just hang out." I shrug, walking towards the car a little too fast. "So what am I going to do?" He finishes off his string of questions. "Jesus, I don't know, Henry! I'm not your only friend, so maybe stop acting clueless and.. and.... Oblivious even, and go hangout with Max, or Dustin, or anyone for that matter!" I throw my hands up in the air, turning around.
I can't say that the first sentence only had one meaning, because I'd be lying.

He towers over me, looking down at me. God, I hate our height difference, even though it really isn't a lot, although it's enough to notice.  When none of us says anything for a hot minute, I go ahead and continue walking away.

A part of me was hoping he wouldn't let me get in the car, that he'd come and grab me and kiss me, or hug me, or tell me to be careful with whatever I'm about to do. But he doesn't.

-

I'm sitting awkwardly on the couch with my legs crossed. I don't know why I'm trying to act lady-like as if I'm not about to hit a blunt. One of Lucas's friends is at the counter behind the couch, rolling the.. whatever it is I'm about to put up to my mouth.

My feet became to shake as I have second thoughts. Is this really necessary? Couldn't I just go to the counselor and tell them I've been feeling on edge, anxious?
No, because everyone says anything you tell a counselor isn't confidential, no matter what they say.

Maybe I'm just making a big deal about nothing. Maybe this is a big waste of time and I won't feel anything. But when Jason handed me the cigar, or blunt, or whatever the hell it is, with weed on top, my heart began to race.

Thankfully, Lucas isn't smoking anything, Incase I become super high and don't know how to act. Which, is probably a good thing, considering I've never done this before.

"You know you don't have to do this, right? You can just say nevermind and I'll walk you home." Lucas has his arms crossed, standing next to Jason. "C'mon, Lucas, she came to you for a reason!" Jason looks over to Lucas. "Yeah, but, she looks on edge.." Lucas's voice fades.

"Which," Jason says, "Is why she should do it-"

I don't even let him finish the sentence before I grab the joint and bring it to my mouth. "Woah," Lucas Inches closer. "Okay okay," he leans in to grab the blunt from me, but I move back and continue inhaling.

"Jesus!" Jason steps back, running his hands through his hair. "We got a smoka' in here!' he very loudly says, and I hear a couple claps come from one of the boys here.

Lucas attempts to grab the joint from me again but I continue inhaling. "Okay, that's enough." He finally wins.

Five minutes later and I feel like I'm flying. I'm playing cards with one of Lucas's friends, although I have no idea what I'm doing.

It's like I'm relaxed, yet hyper, at the same time. Everything in my body is loose, and I can't even explain how that feels.

The last thing I remember is falling asleep on the couch next to Jason, with his arm wrapped around me.

-

I would like to let everyone know that I do not know much about weed, in fact I had to search up how to smoke it to include it in this book, so yeah. I'm uncultured, I guess you could say? Anyways I tried to leave this book on a cliffhanger but couldn't find the right words.