The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter six.

A GANGSTERS WIFE - MS. KRAZIE

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It had been around two hours, just around dark.

Bill, Tom, and I were walking down the snow-covered streets on our way to a convenience store.

Things were silent between Tom and I. It's completely awkward.

My gaze was stuck on the snow quietly before I pulled my headphones around my neck and glanced at the lights of the store.

We walked in, my eyes drifting around the place. Bill and Tom looked at candy, and I looked at alcohol. Vodka, Jack Daniels, and some other shit.

I opened one of the bottles and took a swig. But once the spice hit my throat, I just
coughed hard, wiping my mouth before taking another mouthful and glancing at the label.

I swallowed, screwing the lid back on and pushed the bottle into my jacket before taking a few of the mini's to stuff in my bra. Once I looked around, I grabbed a pack of tampons and put them in my pocket. But then I got company.

"Drinking at 16?" Tom approached, tilting his head.

"You were drinking earlier than 12. Stay in your lane." I followed beside him, watching him roll his eyes and snicker.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Tom sighed, his hands in his pockets before he pulled out condoms. "Got my fair share, too." He smirked slightly.

"Gross," I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Won't be long until I use one on you. What do you think of that, Mandy?" He smirked, tilting his head. He snorted once he saw the glaze over in my eyes, and then the way I just simply walked off towards Bill. "Ready to go? the guy at the counter is eyeing me." I exhaled, looking up at him.

"She was taking swigs of whiskey in the middle of the store." Tom added, nodding slowly.

"Tom, you fucked someone in the middle of a store once." Bill tossed Tom a pack of skittles, and his eyes lit up immediately. "Is fingering a girl on the train different?"

"You're saying that as if you changed." Bill laughed, pausing as a few cops walked in.

My lips pursed for a moment. "Conversation over," I quickly said, pulling the bottle from my waistband and grabbing the two. They ran behind me, hearing the police quickly call out and chase us as their footsteps pacted against the concrete.

They were fat fucking donut-bound fucks, but still fast enough. I panted, quickly turning a corner with the twins by my side. Bill grabbed us both, crouching down in an alley as we all tumbled over eachother with quiet giggles.

I practically collapsed on Tom with a grunt, feeling his hand go over my mouth and his free hand firm on the small of my back while cops ran by and checked in the depths of the alley with torches.

"He's gone," Bill nodded towards Tom. I whimpered into his palm, pushing it away.
"I really hope that wasn't your wanking hand, Tom." I sighed, watching him smirk in response. "Come on, before the fuckwits catch us." He got up. I stood, pulling up Bill with me.

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I took a swig of the whiskey, passing the bottle to Tom. "This was supposed to be studying." I slurred, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.

We were all sitting on the curb under a street light, drinking and smoking. At least the twins were.

"I kind of like this better." Bill looked at me, leaning to pass me the cigarette. I took it but didn't do anything.

"Not a smoker, are you Mandy?" He chuckled, leaning over to take it. My eyes went over his face, eyebrows slightly furrowed at his gesture. "I don't smoke, no."

"Yeah, you do," he said, eyebrow raised. "Remember like two weeks ago on the roof? I saw the lighter you hid. And the cigarettes. You left them out there." Tom said, taking the joint and dragging from it.

"I just wanted to try it, but I don't think my brother would like it if I do." I said, watching the twins laugh. "You're drinking. You're already halfway there. Just try it." He said, passing me the joint.

I glanced at him dirtily, pulling it between my lips and dragging. But as soon as the smoke entered my lungs, I started coughing.

Tom smirked, waiting for the coughing to stop. "Don't do that. Hold it in your chest. Like, down here." He said, his finger on my chest. I slapped his hand, leaning over to spit.

While the twins were giggling, I was coughing until my throat felt like I'd swallowed a knife.
I felt a little light-headed; but maybe it was the alcohol.

I took the bottle, taking a small swig and trying to catch my breath. "You alright?" Tom said quietly between chuckles, rubbing my back.

"Yeah," I breathed out, my eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Don't take it in your throat, and don't inhale too deep. Just keep it in your chest." He said, now cautiously, this time placing his finger on my chest. "Try again."

I looked up at him, then down at the joint between my fingers.

I didn't want to screw up my only chance of having friends around here. What's one joint?

"Right," I murmured, taking another drag and inhaling slowly. I held It in my chest like Tom told me to, then slowly exhaled without sputtering this time.

"See? It's that easy." He remarked.

"Yeah," I muttered.

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It'd been about 15 minutes, and the weed had really kicked in.

"No, no, no, no. You can't sleep on the road, Mandy," Tom gently sat me up, pulling me to sit between his legs with my back to his chest.

I rested my head on him, exhaling slowly. My lips parted, but it took a second after I had forgotten what I said. I groaned, rubbing my face. "It feels like my nose is melting off, and my eyes are burning," I whimpered.

"Don't get all sensitive now." Tom tucked some hair behind my ear before pausing. "Have you ever been high before?" He questioned.

I closed my eyes, choosing not to answer. I sighed quietly, my breathing slow and predictable. The spliff between my fingers slowly slipped, my head tipping to the side.

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"Shit," I quickly grabbed the joint, flicking it and passing it to Bill. I lifted Mandy's chin, adjusting her head. "What a lightweight. We should get her home." I said as I glanced at Bill, a grin across my face.

He nodded in agreement, grabbing the empty bottle of alcohol and tossing it. Bill then put out the cigarette, and I lifted Mandy over my shoulder.

"I don't want to go home," Mandy grumbled quietly, her chest rising and falling against my shoulder. "Then you can crash at ours."