Vexed ➳ j.g (DISCONTINUED)

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ugh guys! there's this really cute guy in my neighborhood and we see each other a lot and we both make it so obvious that we're checking each other out. like ugh, he's so good looking I just want to kiss his face. Maybe I'll talk to him next time I see him :)))

wish me luck❤️

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2:16 am

I'm high. I'm high as hell. I'm also tipsy, not drunk, but tipsy.

We're still at Sammy's and i'm sitting in the corner all by myself, trying to focus on not dying. I'm too high, oh god. Too high. I think someone put dabs on top of the weed.

(Dabs is another form of weed, but it's oil and you get wayyy more high)

Jack went upstairs twenty minutes ago with everyone else, but I guess they forgot about me. Awesome.

My head is spinning and my eyes are so heavy, I want to go to sleep but I also want to jump on every couch in this house. I can't decide which.

"Where'd Marina go?" I can hear Jack say from upstairs. Finally, someone notices I'm gone.

"I don't know, did she leave?"

"No, I was her ride here."

"Did she come up here with us?"

"I don't think so."

"I'm gonna go check down stairs."

"Alright."

It's about time somebody is coming to check on me after an hour.

I listen to the footsteps cross the floor above me, then cascade down the carpeted stairs. I feel sick. Jack pokes his head down past the ceiling while he's still on the stairs, and furrows his eyebrows at the sight of me.

"Marina?" He fast walks over to me and kneels down to my height. "Are you okay?"

"I'm so dizzy." I mumble, "And I need water, I have bad cotton mouth."

(For anyone who doesn't know what cotton mouth, it's when you smoke weed (or other things) and your mouth gets dry)

"Here," he grabs my limp hand and pulls me up to my feet, "hold my hand and let's go get you something to drink, ok?"

"Okay." I lazily nod.

"What did you take?" He asks as he drags me to the stairs.

"I don't know."

"Guys?" He yells while we go up.

"Yeah?" Sammy shouts back.

"What was in that weed?"

"What do you mean? Just weed." We reach the main floor and he wraps an arm around my waist while we go to the kitchen.

"She's beyond ripped right now."

(Ripped means High)

"Maybe she just smoked too much."

"No, I mean-"

"I'm fine, you Debbie downer." I snicker and Jack groans.

"I think someone laced the weed."

"I think someone said they were going to put hash in there but-"

(Hash (and hash oil) is what dabs are)

"Great." Jack sighs and rests his hand on his forehead.