L.M.J.: Smoke

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i'm punk L trash

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Your P.O.V.

"Lauren, hurry the fuck up, we don't have all day."

The Cuban rolled her eyes, continuing to inhale her burning cigarette, blowing a perfect ring of smoke out her mouth.

I couldn't help but stare, entranced by the white smoke contrasting against the brightness of her eyes. "Y/N, stop drooling." I poked my tongue out at Dinah, who did the same, taking another bite out of her burger.

Road-tripping to LA with 5 girls was exhausting in many ways, hearing their constant banter and singing, but I'm used to it by now. Luckily, Lauren and I were in the front; I probably would've pulled my hair out being with the other 4 all in one place. Not that I don't love them.

We had stopped for In & Out, the Polynesian complaining about how long it's been since she'd eaten anything.

It'd only been 3 hours.

"Ally, gimmie some of your fries, I didn't get any." Normani pouted, the shorter girl rolling her eyes before holding out her bag, the other girl grinning happily.

"Lo, are you gonna eat?"

The dark-haired girl glanced at me, a smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "I don't know, Y/N, am I?" She lifted her finger, bending it towards her.

The girls had climbed back into the van already, the door shut behind them.

Great.

Now alone to fend for myself, I complied, making my way to the still-smirking girl.

"Yes?"

Lauren's free hand wrapped around my neck gently, her thumb nudging my mouth open. She inhaled again, before pressing her lips on mine, puffing the drug into my own mouth. Her soft lips enveloped mine as she exhaled slowly, the bitter taste landing on my tongue.

I moaned softly, the girl pulling my bottom lip as we disconnected, the both of us releasing the remaining smoke through our noses.

"Get in. We still have a few hours to go."

Lauren have my ass a quick squeeze before snatching the bag of food out of my hands, climbing back into the driver's seat, leaving me a blushing mess.

God, I hate her.

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"They're finally asleep."

"Thank god."

The 4 girls in the back had finally quieted down, which was a blessing. They've been yelling for the past 3 hours for no apparent reason, going from loudly singing to petty arguments.

They were now sprawled out on the bed that we shoved in there, laying on top of each other, sound asleep.

They're such a mess.

Lauren, on the other hand, was being a complete bitch.

The second I got in the car, she snuck her hand over the console to rest on my jean-clad thigh, fingers trailing up and down, dragging her nails painfully slowly.

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