As I returned from my flashback, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I pulled into my parking spot (wink, wink, if you know, you know) and grabbed my backpack. I wasn't exactly thrilled to face my friends, knowing they'd be eager to dissect yesterday's drama.
Arriving at our smoking spot, I was greeted by my crew of five - two studs, one stem, one gay, and a straight guy. Taylor quipped, “Look who's gracing us with her presence!” The others chimed in with teasing "Chicken!" clucks and bursts of laughter. I rolled my eyes, “Come on, guys, not again!” They apologized, still snickering, “Sorry, Chicken Sir, we'll behave.”
I tried to make a quick exit, but they stopped me, “Hey, no chickening out now!” Taylor joked. I pleaded, “Can you please stop calling me Chicken?” They nodded, trying to stifle their grins. Sage asked, "This girl's got under your skin, huh? Called you a chicken and everything?” Taylor added, “Has she seen how hot you are? No, really, though?” She giggled.
I smirked, “She's not close to bursting my ego; she just keeps turning me on. Feisty and stubborn, my type.” The crew chimed in, “Yeah, yeah, definitely your type!” We shared a laugh, lit up our morning joints, and headed off to face the day.
To Be Continued...
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