I Want to Die in New Orleans // $uicideboys

15: Pep In Ya Step

    "We can stop at the store first if you want," I offered.
    "Nah, I mean, yeah we can, but ion need to," He recalled.
    I sat there puzzled for a second, then found myself being pressed against my seat by the force of the car. A smile appeared on my face, I could see scrim looking at me surprised by my amusement to the speed. He pushed farther on the accelerator as I rolled down my window and sunroof, he followed by rolling all the windows down and turning up the radio. A few giggles slipped out my mouth, then returned to a slower speed, pulling into the parking lot of a gas station.
    "I'll be back," He said, opening the door and making his way inside the store. I checked to see a message from Ruby.
    i wouldn't let scrim drive btw
    Well fuck.
    Scrim was in and out the gas station, returning to the car and throwing a pack of swishers at me with a child-like grin. He reached in the back seat, pulling out the rolling tray he's been using lately and handing it to me. I ripped off the top of the pack, pulling out a gar and gutting it.
    "Before you even start heading towards my house, what's this for?" I taunted him, showing him my phone from a distance.
    "Hollup I can't see," He said gently, grabbing my hand, pulling it towards him. I loosened my grip from the touch of him, resulting in Scrim snatching the phone out my hand. He read the message and once again began texting.
    "Every time you get my phone," I sighed.
    "Yea yea finish gutting that gar, I can get it stuffed if you want," He said slightly sensually.
    "I can do it," I squinted at him as heat fell upon my face. He let out a little chuckle that didn't make the blushing any better.
    I told him my address as he pulled out of the parking lot making his way to the house. I packed and rolled up the blunt, lighting it up minutes before we ended up cruising down my street.
    "It's that house," I pointed out to him. He pulled into the driveway, "i'll be back," I said exiting the car making my way to the front door.
    I entered the dead home, making my way to my room shoving some more clothes into an old bag I had. I grabbed one of my book sacks, making my way into the bathroom. I opened the cabinet searching through the different medications and substances I had hidden in there. I threw a couple different things into the bag, making my way to the living room and throwing my bags on the sofa.
    I made my way back to my room, shuffling through tops and pants, trying to find a good outfit for tonight. I took off the clothes I was wearing, putting on a pair of black jean shorts with some fishnets for extra accessories. I made my way to the laundry room, rummaging through shirts to find one that would match but I found none. I went to my dresser in my room, finally pulled out a black tank top to wear.
    Clank
    I immediately turned to the doorway to see Scrim leaning on the frame, looking me dead in the eyes. He snickered a little, "oops," he sarcastically said, walking towards me. I was stunned, thinking he was going to come close to me, he bent down to pick up the lighter he "dropped" that ended up being not far from me. I turned away from him, slipping on the tank top and making my way to the closet to find a jacket to throw on as well. I could hear the squeak of my bed from him sitting on it.
    "It's just payback for watching me change earlier," He tried to sympathize.
    My head turned abruptly to meet his eyes, "I didn't watch you, I didn't realize you were and when I did I left," I asserted.
    "mmm cause it takes y'a what.. five minutes to realize," He croaked.
    I directed my view back to the closet, finding my leather jacket that had a couple red patches on it. I turned around making my way to my dresser to grab socks, avoiding eye contact, then setting myself on the floor to throw on a pair of shoes, tying them up. He stood up, towering over me. Once I was done lacing my shoes, I looked up at him. The view was amazing, the amount of force it was taking me to not latch onto him was unreal. He held his hand out, me taking it as he hoisted me back up.
    "You ready?" He asked me, still holding my hand.
    "Yea just gotta grab the bags off the sofa," I replied.
    I made my way back to the living room, Scrim following, I picked up the bags and headed towards the door, feeling like Scrim wasn't following anymore. I turned to see him looking at me by the sofa.
    "You ready to go or what?" I muttered.
    "Yea i jus like watchin you go first," He said with a cheesy smile, making his way towards me.
    "oh yeah? well you can watch me drive cause you're not beating me to the driver seat," I challenged him, turning his grin to a stern face. I shot out the door, booking my way to the car. I threw myself in the driver seat, throwing my bags into the back seat. He frowned when he arrived at the car, seeing I had beat him to it. He sat himself in the passanger seat.
    "Pep in y'a step shawty," I teased as he rolled his eyes. I backed out and headed back to the house and he began to gut the other gar.
    We arrived, putting the car in park and getting out, I opened the backseat door to grab the bags out the car, making my way to the door. Ruby was nowhere to be found when I first entered. I made my way to his room, about the open the door Scrim snatched my bags out of my arm, hauling himself into his room, leaving me to choice but to go after him.
    I ran in there not seeing him anywhere, walking farther in, the door shut behind me, "whatcha got in here," He said under his breath, unzipping the book sack. I lunged to grab it but missed him, dodging my effort.
    "You always playin fuckin games," I said snapped. He swiftly grabbed me, throwing me onto his bed. He walked towards the edge of the bed, expecting me to admit defeat. He got on the side of me, reaching deep into the bag, I quickly reached to grab it, latching on. He forcefully pulled it back, I immediately sat up, trying to fight him for the bag, ending up being pinned down.
    He climbed on top of me, grabbing my arms and placing them under his knees so I was unable to move.
    "Are you serious?" I squirmed.
    He sat there seeming perfectly comfortable, grabbing the bag and dumping it onto the bed, sorting through the various pill bottles.
    "Ex?" He grinned.
    "comon dude," I stressfully phrased.
    "Keep on nagging if you want, it's cute you can't do shit bout it shorty, you wouldn't mind if I tested yo product since you're the best dealer right now, huh?" He hummed, leaning closer to me. The urge to lift my head to reach his lips was almost unbearable.
    I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out for him to place one on it. He opened the bottle, pouring two out, and popping one in his mouth. His eyes latched onto mine, holding the little pill between his two fingers.
    His eyes wandered around my face, then to my collar bone. He moved the pill closer to my face. I opened my mouth, waiting for it to be dropped in, but instead placed in. He popped it in my mouth, letting his pointer finger push the pill onto my tongue. His finger lingered for a second too long, out of reaction I closed my lips around his finger. I pushed the pill to the back of my throat and swallowed it, returning my tongue to his finger. A ungodly smile appeared on his face as satisfaction slipped onto mine, feeling my hips somewhat move as he replaced his pointer with his thumb, using his other hand to trace around my neck lightly.
    Thankfully the floors had some creaks in them, heading one come from the hall, Scrim climbed off of me, making his way towards the table in his room. I could see him trying to sneakily adjust himself.
    "Yeo?" I heard come from outside the door.
    "Aye," Scrim echoed back to him. Ruby entered the room looking at Scrim and turning to see me sitting by the pile of pills. His eyes slightly widened. I opened the bottle, shaking another pill of ecstasy out of the container, holding it out for him.
    He walked up to me, taking the pill out my hand and slipping it into his mouth, "Yall been here?" He asked.
    "Naw, thought you was sleepin, decided to sort through her shit and see what's goin work best for tonight," Scrim assured him.