Skateboarding Lovers || Maxley

Chapter 8

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I was back in the dorm lying on my bed, passing a joint around with Pj and Bobby.

"Hey Mocha, wanna turn?" Bobby said in his usual mellow voice while holding out the joint to Mocha that was sat on the bottom bunk.

"Eh, I'll pass." She replied.

"You know you want tooo." Bobby said waving it in front of her face.

"C'mon Moch, join in on the fun." I said teasingly.

Me and Bobby began chanting, "Mocha, Mocha, Mocha."

She looked over at Pj and he just shrugged.

She rolled her eyes while smirking, "Fine, if you're not giving me a choice." She then snatched the joint off of Bobby.

"Is this your first time?" I asked her.

"No, I was constantly high back in high school. It's why I don't do it as often anymore." She said blowing out smoke.

"YOU were a pot head? Were you worse than Bobby?" I said with a smile on my face than I couldn't seem to wipe off.

"Oh please, I could out-smoke both you losers." She said jokingly.

"I would have to disagree." Said Bobby.

"You wanna bet?" She said in a challenging tone.

"Oh you're going dowwnnn." Bobby said pointing a finger at her.

They began lighting up joint after joint as I lay my head down on my bed staring at the ceiling. As soon as I was left with my thoughts my head instantly went to Bradley at the bean scene, it felt like I was just thinking about him nonstop? I could argue it was only normal because he suddenly appeared back after months, but I wasn't so sure about that anymore.

So clearly Bradley wanted nothing to do with me, whatever I guess. Okay, anyone would probably be like Bradley if they had a dad like that, so I couldn't really blame him. But at the end of the day he was still a dick who wasn't worth the effort. If he didn't want to talk to me then I just wouldn't, I'll just stay out of his way from now on.

What was I even doing trying to form some kind of friendship with him anyways? It's BRADLEY for fucks sakes. I'm so stupid, of course someone like that wasn't going to ever change so I have no idea why I thought he might've.

Jesus I am getting way too worked up over this, I gotta lay off the weed.

"What the fuckkk." Bobby groaned.

I looked over at him, he was now lying on the floor. I looked at the clock, it was 11:30pm. Damn had I just been lying there for 30 minutes?

"Told you." Mocha said before climbing up to the top bunk where Pj was now already sleeping.

"You good Bobby?" I said chuckling.

"Yeah...I think I'm just gunna crash here though." He said waving his hand in the air.

I reached over and turned the lamp off before drifting off to sleep.
                     
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I woke up to the sun blinding me, ugh someone must've opened the curtain. I sat up stretching then looked around, everyone had left. I got up and made my way to the bathroom twisting the door handle but it wouldn't open. I knocked on the door.

"Occupied." Bobby shouted.

"How long you gunna be?" I shouted back through the door.

"Uhhh, a while. That cheese did NOT agree with me."