Fucking Detached

Told you It's Cruel

"Come on we're almost there" I holler back to the rest of the group who are all lagging behind me on our way to Ryan's party. I will admit, I'm pretty fucking high right now, and maybe a little drunk. Griff and I did some coke before we left. Scar does some harder drugs here and there but Tatum is pretty against anything harder then weed so Scar doesn't do them much.  She wouldn't be happy with us if she found out we were still doing them, she think's we've been clean for a little over a year now so we obviously don't talk about or do them around her. Im pretty sure she'd kill me, and possibly even Scar for just knowing that we do. 

"Nicky you're the one walking at the speed of fucking lighting I swear to go, I mean damn." Tatum yells forward. Then Griff runs up to me and slings his arm around my shoulder. 

"So, are you adding a girl or a guy to the book tonight Nicky?" 

"Hmm I was thinking a girl but we'll see once I get my eyes on the candidates." The book, it's a cruel thing I own, and I am aware it's fucked up. Every time I sleep with someone new I write it down in this tiny black journal I own. I jot down where I met them, any information I know about them and how it went down. It includes very graphic details and a ranking system, I put every single person I sleep with in it, excluding Griff. I'm not sure why, but I've never been able to bring myself to write him down. Maybe its because he means more to me than the rest, but also he's the only one on the list that I've gotten with more then once. Like I said, it's a very cruel book. 

Once we arrive to the party Griff goes over to talk to his friend Caleb Slanz. Caleb goes to school with us, not that any of us other than Tatum are there very often. He's not very tall maybe 5'7", with brassy blonde hair and golden brown eyes, he's typically at the skate park but always makes an appearance at the parties. He's a solid five out of ten, not bad but not really worthing of remembering, I told you it was cruel. Tatum and Scar work their way over to beer pong table, and I am left to track down a new member of the list. Glancing around I see a few possibilities before going to grab a drink.  When I reach the drink counter I grab the last half of a bottle of absolute vodka and start to down it. Mid chug I hear someone say "Damn baby slow down you don't want to overdo it." Fucking Ryan Parker. 

You know the douche who threw the party? "Don't call me baby, Parker we fucked once and it's not happening again" I say giving him a nasty look and walk away. Four out of ten by the way, talks a big game but is all bark no bite. I head over to the bathroom stumbling on the way, once inside I begin to crush up a pill onto my phone and proceed to start snorting it, but mid line the door swings open. 

"What you got there?" Its Caleb's best friend, who rarely comes to parties. He's more of a lone wolf,  I can't remember his name though. He's tall, a few inches taller then Griff so maybe like 6'2" or 6'3", dark curly hair and a sharp jawline, a bunch of rings on his fingers, a pair of black jeans paired with a black hoodie, grey flannel, and chain. He looks down at me with his icy emotionless blue eyes waiting for a response. 

"Damnit I thought I locked that door. What's it to you?" I finally respond back to him.

"Well I was coming in here to smoke a blunt on my own but if you share that I'll share mine." Damn I could go for a blunt right now 

"Deal." 

He finished the last of the line I had cut before lighting the blunt and passing it over. We started conversation, his name is Theo Collins. He's a fucking bitch, a lot like me, it's kind of weird how similar the two of us are, but he is hot. As a matter a fact, I think he's the next person worthy of being added into the book.