June Schlieb is the adopted sister of Kevin Schlieb. It's a known fact, but that doesn't mean the wounds of her complicated adoption history aren't still fresh. Who would've thought she would've found bandages from her Battle of the Bands rival.
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weed and revenge ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ Chapter 6
To avoid the spread of gossip amongst the neighbors, I cut through the backyard, Hunter following close behind. I could only predict the kinds of things Mrs. Ridley or Miss Jackie would tell my mother, that I was sneaking high school boys into my house. Having nothing to do their dustless, baby's breath infested house, I guess I don't blame them. They thrived on rumors, and probably thrived even more on seeing troubled foster kids going back to the system, and out of their perfect town.
In an attempt at creating the littlest noise possible, I carefully and slowly grasped the back door handle, sliding it open. All of a sudden, the family dog-- Snarky, began barking a storm from his bed on the kitchen floor.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!" I whisper-yelled, waving my hands around like those airport, runway people with the glow sticks. Hunter only laughed as the dog's bark grew louder.
"I'm so glad this is funny to y-"
A figure-- slumped in a dining table chair began speaking. "No, no, he doesn't speak that language, Juney. You gotta go like, bark barkkk!"
Clarren Arnwen began slapping at her leg like it was the funniest thing she'd ever said. And I immediately spotted the cloudy redness in her eyes. Both me and the teen boy stepped over the threshold, with wide eyes. My jaw had pretty much dropped. "Are you fucking high, Clare?"
"High? Hell no. I'm too responsible for that." The girl leaned her head back, smiling like a child with a secret.
Kevin emerged from the hall, an exasperated-- almost relieved, sigh left his lips. "Finally. She's been here for an hour, looking for-"
He stopped, realizing who was standing beside me. "Hunter?"
Kev then gave me a look of utter confusion. This looked pretty bad. "Ok. Have fun guys, I'm going to take care of this whole situation. Good night." I gestured to Clarren's intoxicated state. The situation, at hand.
I linked my arm with hers and mustered whatever strength I had just to haul her limp body up. "You're gonna have to help me out here, Clare. You'd think I'd be ripped after carrying those instrument cases around."
She just giggled uncontrollably, which somehow turned into heaving sobs. "June, Juneee... he broke up with meee..."
"This so seriously over a guy?" I winced. Maybe I just don't get it- because I've never truly been in a relationship, but come on. "Clarren. Pull it together, I'm begging you."
Before we finally made it to my room, Kevin lightly grasped by shoulder. "Care to explain, a little?"
"Ermm, not really. It was all a blur, the whole thing, so..." I smiled sweetly, praying he'd just drop it already. Kevin put Mrs. Ridley and Jackie to shame when it came to snitching, and I was desperately trying to avoid a certain discussion with my mother. "How about... we forget about this, kay'?"
"Okay. But remember it's your fault I have to deal with Hunter, right now."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God, don't even speak to me about 'dealing' with him. You don't even know what I had to go through. Somebody needs to put a fucking leash on that boy."
Clarren aggressively blew her nose, tossing the dirtied tissue on my floor. I have her to thank for my insistence on never having children.
"And then he just--" Another sob. She wiped at her tears. "Went on and on about how aggravating I was! I'm not even aggravating."
"No, you are so right, Clarren." It was safe to make dry sarcastic comments since she was too high to pick up on it. I sighed. "Whoever this douche is, is obviously missing out, so don't stress about it."
The teen just flopped down on my bed, burying her face in the pillows, smearing tears and mascara all over my pillow cases. Lovely. I plopped down next to her, awkwardly patting her head. "People would be lining the streets to have you cry all over their bed."
She laughed, staring up at the ceiling as if it showcased moving clouds. "I want to hit something, Juney."
That got me thinking. I tilted my head to look at her, an idea popping into my brain. "You know what, if you promise to never smoke weed again and randomly come into my house, we can go out and egg his house or bust his headlights or something."
A twinkle simmered in her irises. A dangerous twinkle. "For real?"
I nodded, giving her a determined smile.
"Alright... but I don't know if I can make that promise, Lyra is running out of clients and she's a very persuasive pot seller... I couldn't resist, she's taken like 3 debate classes."
My whole expression fell flat in a matter of seconds. "You got that goddamn weed from Lyra?"
Clarren pursed her lips and nodded, slowly.
Of-fucking-course.
Two teenagers kneeling behind a bush in front of a ridiculously big house with egg cartons and spray paint wasn't suspicious at all. Well, that's what I kept telling myself.
"Ready, June?" Clare looked at me with pure excitement, no possibility of consequences in her mind-- at all.
"I've already got an egg in my hand, I don't think I have a say at this point." I bit my tongue, the only thing filling my mind was the possibility of consequences.
But that all washed away like waves on a beach as I chucked the first egg-- dead straight at the front door.
