My favorite enemy

Chapter nineteen | am i a bitch?

I stare up at the ceiling with frustration, I've been tossing and turning for at least two hours.

The fitted sheet on my bed is no longer intact and I toss and turn.

I sigh before sitting up in bed, I look over at my bed and roll my eyes.

I don't even want to deal with it right now.

I slide on my slippers that sit next to my bed and grab my hoodie off of the floor before putting it on.

I quietly make my way to my door, opening and closing it behind me before heading downstairs.

I reach the kitchen and open the fridge, I look around for a moment before I grab a water bottle and close the fridge behind me.

I look over at the clock and it reads 2:47.

Jesus Christ I should've been asleep hours ago.

I open the water and take a big gulp, feeling satisfied with the cold feeling that rests in the back on my throat.

I head back for the stairs and up to my room, I was going to fix my bed and actually try to get some sleep.

As I'm halfway up the stairs I smell something, something I've never smelt in this house before.

Curiously I make my way further up the stairs to see where the smell is coming from.

There's only two bedrooms up here, my moms and Xander's.

My mom was still working at the hospital, I knew she wouldn't be back for another couple of hours.

So that leaves Xander.

That's fucking weed isn't it.

I raise an eyebrow before knocking on his door lightly, I don't hear anything from the other side so I knock again louder this time.

I hear shuffling from behind the door before he opens it just a crack.

"What?!" His eyes are bloodshot and I immediately know who the culprit is, not that I didn't already know anyways.

"What are you doing in here?"

He runs one hand through his blonde shaggy hair, his braces peaking through as he talks to me.

"Nothing!" He responds quicker than the average person, meaning he's guilty of something.

"Bullshit dude, don't be stupid I can literally smell it seeping under your door." I cross my arms in front of me.

His blue eyes widen slightly, he knew he was caught.

"Whatever." He finally opens his door wider and there's a cloud of smoke that's sitting in one spot in front of his lamp.

"Jesus, where the hell did you get it anyways?" I ask as I lean against the doorway.

"I don't know some dude from school, he's in your grade I think." He shrugs before sitting down on the edge of his bed.

I didn't see my brother in school like ever, he didn't have lunch at the same time as me and the freshman had a completely different wing.

"My grade?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, his name is like Darren. Or no Dominik?" He questions himself before finally deciding on the right name. "Yeah, Dominik."

"Son of a bitch.." I say under my breath.

"Why you know him?" He asks curiously.

"Yeah something like that." I finally walk inside his room and sit on his gaming chair.