Only The Past | Book 1

06

TRISTON
present

"She is pretty hot, like I said." Jude says with his accent becoming more apparent to. "So you read or do u wanna get recharged?"

South African
Jude is South African, that's where is accent is from.

"Yeah we can go now I am ready." I muffle biting the side of my cheek. It's a thing I do when I am anxious. I know when I was at the foster shelter I had girls that where friends and I think... I had my first kiss? But I kind of make myself forget that time in my life so I don't remember the last time I spoke to a girl that wasn't my mom.

Knock, knock, Knock
"Hello come, come." Taylor says with the music bleating behind her at I am pretty sure near the max volume. Walking in absorbing that I am, at a party? Well a party for three. Four. Seeing a girl that had black skin fiddling with something in her, what seamed to be her makeup draw.

"Is it still in the brush?" I hear Jude and Taylor gossiping near the door. About what..?

"Oh hey, you must be the new boy." She says turning around and meeting my eyes. "Yeah, Triston" I say lingering around the room now side of my cheek buffed up. "I am Iris. Taylor best friend."

"Open the windows fist your dickface" Taylor says to Jude as he sits at the desk that is by the windows.

Why would he need to open the windows?

"You think he was gonna unscrew it" Iris says "without opening them." Jude buts in finishing her sentence.

I guess I let my anxiety get the best of me, but I wanna stop letting it because you only live once. You can survive but you don't always live and I wanna be able to say I lived up to what I was put here on earth to do. I wanna party, I wanna make friends, I wanna try new things and I wanna rekindle with people from my past because I know how it is wanting to talk so someone so bad but not being able to because of me being antisocial and I do wanna make anyone feel how I have felt for my... hole life?

You are probably thinking why the hell I think about this shit when I am at a party and it's simply because I can see myself just getting along with these people and making life long friends and I just wanna let myself go.

"Come Triston" Taylor and Jude both mumble with Taylor sitting on a bed and Jude sitting on the desks stool. "Look at this." Jude bite out as Taylor picks up a makeup brush and unscrews the top of the top of the metal that holds the brush. Seeing that they have taken out the middle probably to make it so they can hide stuff in the middle. Taking out something from the inside, that looks like a light green pencil.

Is that what I think it is?

A joint

"You guys smock?" I question them all looking at all of them around the room. "No we just keep joints to look at." Iris comments still in the same spot running her finger up and down the Fling wheel of the red lighter. The confusion riding up my face. "She is joking we all smock, is that a problem?" Jude reported "Because we don't need to do it around you."

Laughing under my breath. "No, no it's fine I have never done it before but,but I wanna try." I say with a slight stutter.

Skkkkkkkrrrrrr. Looking up from the plain cream carpet that I am currently sitting on and seeing Jude is pulling up the bay windows and letting the wintry wind flood in the room making my blood turn from toasty to raw.

"Aaaaaa shit there is only two joints, FUCK." Taylor turns her glare to Iris. "Why are you starting at me like that" Iris resorts back. "Call Kayden and ask him to get us more" Taylor takes a breath before continuing "please." She finishes with a forced smile to make Iris give in. "Why don't you fucking ask him your self he is next to Triston and Jude's dorm, you have fucked him more then ony so your.... Probablyyy not to shy." Iris fires back.