Friends; Denis Shaforostov

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"Ashlyn," Denis spoke softly. I looked over to him, catching the spark in his eyes. "Let's ditch."

"And do what?" I asked. Denis looked around, making sure nobody would see him with whatever drug he has now.

He pulled a bag of marijuana from his bag, a smirk on his lips. "Nothing extreme. Not for you at least."

I chuckled, pushing him lightly. "Alright, Shaforostov. Let's go to the field. I know a spot where they'll never find us."

Denis nodded, putting the weed back in his bag and throwing it over his shoulder again.

We began to walk over to the field where my little hiding place was. "Hurry up you wanker, or else were going to get caught."

"Alright, Ash. I'm coming." He smiled.

I approached it, stopping to wait for Denis. It was right behind the bleachers, covered and chained off from all existence.

"Are you sure there aren't any animals here?"

I shook my head. "The janitor cleans in here once a week. It's pretty sanitary."

"How do you know?"

"Because I see him come in here and whenever I go here, it's clean and it smells like weed."

Denis shrugged, watching me slip through the fence. "Your turn." I smirked. He rolled his eyes, going through the chains. His hazel eyes wandered around the spot.

"How'd you find this place?"

"Followed a sophomore here last year. He never comes anymore though."

Denis paused, seemingly thinking. "What do you do in here?"

I shrugged, not sure what to tell him. "Listen to music, think, smoke."

"This would be the perfect place." He smiled.

"Yeah...just don't bring your sluts in here, alright? I don't want juices in here or the stench of sex." I warned.

"No promises." He smirked. I glared, taking a seat in the middle of small space.

"C'mon, pass it you wanker." I sighed. Denis nodded, pulling the marijuana and some paper from his bag.

He rolled me one, passing me his lighter before rolling one for himself. I lit mine, taking a deep breath before handing back the lighter.

I leaned back, breathing out the smoke. "Who got you this?" I asked.

Denis took a puff before looking at me. "Cameron. Real cheep too. He'll probably give you a huge discount."

"I see. Good thing too," I paused, inhaling the drug again, "My parents are finally getting a divorce. I'm stuck with my mum so no more allowance. I'll have to start working to cover her drunk arse."

Denis patted my shoulder. "It'll be alright, love. You'll get through this."

I put out my joint, bringing my chin to my knees. "Hopefully."