The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

thirty-four

"Well, I hope I do or else my dealer is fucking me over." I joked. She pushed passed me to enter my house and walk towards the hallway where my bedroom was. "Come in, I guess."

I followed behind her to see her stopped at the opened bedroom door.

"It's so smokey in here. How much have you had?" Dinah looked back to me.

"Two joints. I was starting a third when you came in." I told her honestly.

Why was she even here? I thought she was mad at me.

She threw her bag down at the entrance of my room to walk in and lay on my bed.

"Is everything okay?" I was a little eerie and confused as to what was happening.

She didn't look happy. She looked stressed.

"If you still have that joint and wanna share, I think it'd make it better."

--

After smoking my last pre-made joint with Dinah, I was seated on the edge of the bed ashing the roach into a garbage can.

Her long arms snaked around my waist and she nuzzled her mouth into the crook of my neck. I melted into the embrace with a smile.

"I'm gonna miss you if you don't come." Dinah whispered softly.

My smile turned into a frown quickly, "Can we not talk about this right now? At least not while I'm high."

"Fine." Her lips were planted on my neck for a moment, "Lets talk about your birthday. Have any plans?"

"Not on Thursday but on Friday I do."

"Then detention is cancelled on Thursday because we are gonna go out and treat you." She smiled.

I turned around on the bed and laid my legs on top of hers, "You don't have to do that, D. I'm fine just serving my time and then going home."

Dinah's eyes were focused on my lips and I could tell the high was taking over her.

"I'm gonna do it and you are going even if I have to tie you up."

"I wouldn't mind that." I sensually replied.

Dinah licked her beautiful red lips and smirked at me.

"What?" I was confused. There was nothing to smirk at.

Dinah cupped my cheek and carefully placed her lips on mine.

This wasn't our usual lust filled kisses. This was soft and sweet, not rushed. It felt like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. The San Andreas fault could collapse on us right now and I'd be fine with it.

She pulled away and grabbed my hips so we could lay back. I laid on top of her chest and we just entangled ourselves together in silence. Her lips pecked the top of my head and in a groggy voice she spoke, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too, Dinah." I responded.

--

We had passed out, snuggled close together when my bedroom door busted open.

Dinah and I both shot up in fear but the fear slightly subsided when I noticed who it was. Lauren.

She looked angry. Actually, she looked furious.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you, now." Lauren roared at me.

"I-I, uh," I got up from the bed and looked back at Dinah.

"Maybe I should go." Dinah propped herself up.

"Don't bother." Lauren grabbed my arm harshly and pulled me out of the room into the den of my house.

"What the fuck is your issue?" I pulled my hand away from Lauren's tight grip.

"Pretty boy- Harry, told me he gave to two grams of weed." Lauren huffed.

"So what?" I rolled my eyes at her.

She smacked the back of my head, "You don't need two grams of fucking weed. You barely even need one. What the fuck are you trying to do?"

"Ow!" I rubbed the sore spot on my head, "Don't fucking hit me." I smacked her arm.

"Then you have her in your house. Do you know how risky that is? You could get her sent to jail. Does any of this mean something to you?" Lauren was angry and she had a right to be.

I'm not myself anymore and that's only because I feel like this year has changed me. In some ways, for the better but in others it's not so good. Bad habits have their consequences.

"Lauren," Dinah spoke coming out of the hallway to where we were, "I can explain all of this."

"Not you. Okay? The least you can do is just fucking stop what you're doing." Lauren barked at Dinah.

"Hey! Quit it!" I nudged Lauren. "She's done nothing wrong. This is all on me."

"Lauren, I don't know what you're thinking but this isn't what most people have it out to be. I really care about Y/N." Dinah tried to explain but Lauren's eyes were bound to roll.

"Oh, please. To me it seems like all Y/N was most of the time was a booty call. Do you know how upset and hurt she was when she came to me crying about you and your fuck boy? Or when I walked in on her crying in the kitchen because she really cares about you even though you only give her the time of day when it's acceptable. Y/N doesn't catch feelings for many people or let a lot of people into her life but she did for you and you hurt her." Lauren explained protectively.

Dinah stepped closer to respond to Lauren, "Listen, I didn't mean to hurt her like I did. She's beautiful, sweet, smart, and such a great soul. I wouldn't be here now if I didn't care about her. I love her and I can't help that what we are doing is wrong. Okay?"

Lauren crossed her arms and kept her glare, "I want to be alright with this. I do. For the sake of Y/N-"

"Then be alright with it." I blurted out.

"-But I just think it'd be a stupid idea to pursue this before graduation. I'm not gonna tell anyone about you two because it's not my place. Just..." Lauren paused to think correctly and turned to Dinah, "think about what you're doing to her. She's struggled for four years to get this close. Don't talk her into making that go to waste."

"Lauren.." I tried to get her to stop but she just sent me a ride stare.

"I'm done here. See you at school tomorrow." Lauren hurried out of the house.

Dinah slowly stepped towards me as I hung my head down. Lauren had a point even though I didn't wanna admit it.

I've spent too much time trying to graduate and I'm so close.

As Lauren's car revved out of the neighborhood, Dinah pulled me in close by my waist and kissed my forehead before speaking, "I'm gonna go too. I'll see you tomorrow."

Before I could stop her, she let go to grab her bag and went out the door.