(Euphoria 1&2)
Nate Jacob's was many things, but a psychopath couldn't be one of them. Being a little psycho meant he couldn't feel anything and Nate could feel everything, especially with her-Alora McKay
He felt his crotch jump when she wore low cu...
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Chapter 33: Members Only ft PARTYNEXTDOOR
"That shit fucking stinks."
"Says you," Lo snapped back, blowing the weed smoke out the car window, the ash flying away with it when she let the butt of the wood catch the air. "—always fucking smoking those disgusting black and milds like some thirty year old man with four baby mommas and more child support debt than you can afford in this lifetime."
Rue's brows raised, eyes darting between the two. "That was oddly specific."
"I have a very vivid imagination." Alora squeezed herself through the gap between the front seats, swatting Ashtray's hand away when he tried to poke her side and usher her back. She scoffed out a breath when Fez plucked the wood from between her fingers, grumbling something under his breath about that's the fifth one already and he was fucking over the smell of smoke before tossing it out the window. His best friend lets out a noise of discontentment, her anger growing as the night continued; Ashtray watched from the passenger seat with cautious eyes and baited breath—he hated when Fezco and Lo fought. "What the fuck, Fez? You're reimbursing me for that."
"You took it from my stash."
His frustration back holds little heat, more shameful than anything else but his stubbornness was too strong to allow himself to admit it when Lo was so high on her ego—Fez was certain that if he let her win so soon he'd never hear the end of it. "You are unbelievable."
"That would almost hurt if I didn't have more important shit to fucking worry about, Lo." Fezco didn't mean to raise his voice and he hates the way her lips purse into a frown before nodding once firmly. His lips part once more to say something else, the first syllables of an apology beginning to spill free before he's cut off by the sound of the radio raising significantly in volume.
Ashtray sighed, too aware of how this was so not the time or place to throw his two cents into the mix and admit that Alora actually had every right to be mad—walking into Fezco's house to find Rue Bennett already on the couch with a pocket full of pills and no shame in using them whenever she pleased. Alora froze when she first saw it, brow raising in shock when she heard the sharp sniff of a snort, an adrenaline laced whoop following and since then Fezco strapped in for a lecture and a side serving of unlimited attitude. He couldn't fight her, couldn't come up with some rebuttal to her harsh words, her fingers pointing in his chest as she shouted at him, already heated that she had to cut her weekend getaway early to come over and clean the fucking blood off the hardwood floors after Ashtray took matters into his own hands when Mouse came by for his monthly drop and collections.
Alora could still hear screams in the back of the phone call, a garbled voice crying out Ashtray's name in anguish. Fezco already knew what he was in for when she burst through the doors and stepped right past him, hands cupping at Ash's blood spattered cheeks and ignored the crimson liquid dripping from the hammer held tight in his grasp as she fired countless questions at him in regards to his well being.
