Fucking Detached

Pick Your Poison

I feel the pressure of a body jumping on top of me, which jolts me awake. Griff rolls over to be laying right beside me and begins to stare.

"God damnit Griff, I should really close my window at night. What time is it?"

He laughs before saying "Noon, wanna smoke?" And then kisses my forehead.

"Yeah of course I want to, but you know you could have woken me up any other way." 

"True, but where's the fun in that? Scar and Tatum are at our spot so hurry up and get dressed."

I stand up and flip him off as I walk over to my closet, I begin to put on a tight low cut and cropped red tank top with fishnets and black shorts, paired with my trust combat boots. I quickly run a brush through my hair and touch up my makeup slightly, without removing the leftover of yesterdays face. The dark eyeliner on my waterline make my green eyes pop, along with the purplish tones of the bags under my eyes. I grab my phone off my dresser along with my backpack which is filled with all the necessity's; a drink, some snacks, all my drugs, my perfume, a charger, and gum. 

"All right fuck face let's go." I tell Griff which makes him jump up from the bed, he throws his arm around my shoulder and we walk out. After ten minutes we reach our destination, when Griff and I were fourteen we were walking around in the woods and stumbled upon an abandoned building. We labeled it as our hangout and began to make it more fitting, we made it more like home than our actual houses. We cleaned it up then spray painted the walls, we brought bean bag chairs, a table, and everything else needed to make it comfortable for us. Once we climb the steps we see Scar and Tatum already sitting in there waiting for us.

"Took you guys long enough, we rolled two joints and two blunts while we waited, so what are we smoking first?" Tatum asks us.

"obviously a blunt" I state as I place one in my mouth and light it taking two puffs before passing it to the left, which is Scar.

"So what are our plans for the day?" She asks before taking a drag from the blunt.

"Party at Ryans house tonight at ten if you guys want to go?" Griff suggests. Ryan is the quarterback of the football team at our high school, a total douche but throws some great parties. His parent's are pretty rich so they're always away on trips and don't really give two shits about the parties he throws. 

"Sounds good to me." "Bet." "Let's do it." The rest of us simultaneously say.

After about four hours of smoking and chilling at our spot we, as a group, leave to buy a pizza. The munchies had gotten the best of us so we all put forth a fraction of the money to purchasing the food. About an hour later we go to the skate park, Scar and Tatum aren't big on skating but they like drinking with us while we're there so they almost always come with us. Griff likes to believe that he is a pro-skater, but we all know that I'm better than him, his ego just won't let him admit it. We hangout there for another two hours drinking and skating before parting ways to get ready for the party. Since Griff and I are next door neighbors we walk back together, luckily my mom is passed out on the couch when I get home, so Griff and I go upstairs to my room.

"What should I wear tonight Griff, like what's the vibe for the outfit?" I ask him, he always gives the best compliments when getting ready. I'm aware that Griff has some feelings for me, and to be honest I've always had some for him deep down, but we've never acted on it on an emotional level, just physically. 

"I'm thinking trashy but sexy, show some skin everyone will think it's hot, including me."He shoots me a wink and I throw my shirt at his face. I change into a tiny black lace tank top without a bra, but the shirt still makes my tits pop just right. I then change my shorts out to a very mini jean skirt that shows my thong at the top, taking off my fishnets but still wearing my trusty combat boots. As for my hair I just ruffle it up and keep my messy waves. I then proceed to fix my makeup, touching up my eyeliner but adding wings to it and then put all my jewelry on. Which consists of a few bracelets, three necklaces, my tongue, septum, vertical labret, and both nostril piercings. Griff whistles at me which I can hardly hear over the music we're blasting. I jump onto the bed and he leans in placing his hand on the side of my face, thumb resting on my cheek before he kisses me. It starts light but then becomes more rough and passionate. Then I shift my legs so that I'm straddling him, his hands roam my body grasping my ass. Then in between our kissing I ask, "Wanna do a line?"

Heavily breathing he responds to me with "Fuck yeah, pick your poison babe"