𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

08

"You sure you'll be fine?" Destiny asked me as she stood outside of the passenger door. A bag of food Isaiah had bought for us in her hand. It was Wingstop. Luckily we got there right before they closed. "Yea I'll be fine. Just give me a second, okay?"

She nodded her head and turned her back to me and headed towards the house. I waited until she entered and closed the door to her house before I spoke. "Take me home."

"What?" Isaiah looked at me with incredulity. "Why?" I wouldn't tell him. I would never admit that the fact that I embarrassed myself in front of destiny. I showed her a piece of me that I never wanted to. Ever.

I wouldn't admit that I'm scared to be alone with her, because I knew the questions would come. Questions I didn't want to answer. Hell, I didn't even know if I had the right answer for her. This was my fucked up life and it was how I lived it.

I refuse to let my mind dwindle on the past. So I did what I could to block it it. "Just take me home Isaiah." I spoke with all seriousness. "No, I just bought you that fuckin' food and you want to waste it by making me take you home."

"It wouldn't go to waste. She'll it eat." I shot my words back at him. "I want you to eat it ditzy. Not your friend."

I sighed and slumped back into my seat. "Fine. It's okay. I'll walk." My hand reached for the door, getting it opened just slightly before my hand was snatched back. Isaiah had reached over and slammed my door back shut. He faced me with his written in disbelief and irritation. That always seemed like all the emotion I get from him. "I'm not letting you walk home. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I stayed silent. I didn't want to talk about this. I didn't want to think about it either. I didn't want to have to explain why I am the way I am. To anyone. Especially him.

When I didn't speak, I heard him sigh. He fiddled with the buttons on his side of the car. A 'click' rang through the car and I realized he had put on his child lock. "Are you serious?"

"Very." Was all he said. He opened up the compartment to his armrest and pulled out a fully rolled back wood. By now I figured he liked to smoke. A lot.

Whenever we were at school, I could tell he was high. It seemed to be one of the only things keeping him going. He sparked it. The smoke already filling up the car. The strong scent of marijuana seeping from it lathered the air around us. "Here"

My eyes widened. His hand held the blunt that was lit and ready to go. The first time he'd ever offered to share with me. "Take it before I change my mind toots." He said again after my long pause. "I didn't take you for the sharing type Isaiah— okay! okay!"  I quickly snatched the wood when I saw him draw his hand back.

I put it to my lips, grimacing at the taste of tobacco, and inhaled deeply. Instantly I felt the rush of relaxation fill my body. The rush from the tobacco going straight to my head. I took a few more hits before I passed it back to him.

"Thank you." I said softly.

The alcohol in my system was still evident. I felt it spark back up with the hits I took from the blunt. My eyes losing slight control of themselves so I closed my eyes to steady them. "Feelin' alright ditzy?"

"Why do you insist on calling me that?" My eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. A small chuckle leaving his lips as I did. "Am I wrong?"

No.

"Yes." I lied. He shook his head laughing, ashing the blunt in the small cup that was placed in the cup holder. He passed it to me again, which I gladly took. Inhaling another cloud before releasing it.

"You gonna tell me why you don't want to go inside?"

"No. I'd rather not."

"Do you wanna tell me why you insist on messing with me everyday?"