Good Vibes

Chapter 4

I was sore all over by the time training was over. I could barely walk back to the car, or even think about the awkward tension between Sebastian and I on the ride back to Jack's house so he could get his motorcycle. When I parked on the curb, I barely shot him a glance as he exited the car. I drove off to the one place I can really unwind-the beach.

It was all automatic for me; taking the usual streets until I reached a low key parking spot that overlooked the West Coast. Excitement and happiness overtake my groggy and aching body when I could smell the salty breeze, taste the moist air, and see the serene ocean that reminded me of someone's eyes that I didn't want to remember at the moment. I park and leave the radio on as I take out my keys and put them in the glove compartment, taking out my grinder, weed and blunt wraps out at the same time. Turning on my blunt rolling play list, I go through my usual rolling routine and spark the baby right up. Making the music louder, I get out of the car and sit on the hood, catching the sunset.

Inhaling the tongue numbing smoke, I'm caught off the guard by the sight of a shadow coming from behind me. I turn around to see the center of my train of thought, Sebastian himself.

"So this is what you do in your spare time?" his customary smirk present as he walks towards me and sits himself beside me on the hood of my car. I offer him the blunt as Yeah Yeah Yeah's song, Phenomena, echoes 'you're something like a phenomena' in the background.

"After today, definitely," I admit as I watch him hold the blunt up to take a hit, gazing distractively at his swollen lips and feel my mouth crave the erotic contact we had earlier-it isn't until he almost chokes on the smoke that I can't help but burst out in laughter, my desire faded into amusement. So he doesn't smoke often? I consider the possibility as I rush to the car and get a water bottle for him.

"Thanks," he says after a moment of catching his breath and drinking gulp tons of water. His ego seems bruised by the lack of eye contact so I stifle my giggle and pat him on the back as I receive the blunt back from him. I decide to show off; hey the first time that mister bad ass over here is more clueless than me. I chose the French inhale; inhale through mouth, inhale through nose, exhale through both. My mouth and nose burn through the smoke, but my lungs get the best of it- fulfilling my chest and soul with a high that emits through my body and to my tingling fingertips. Smiling, I hand him back the blunt. Guess my best friend wasn't the only one who doesn't smoke.

"Just call me Smokahontas," I grin at him as he gives his sincere smile back at me.

"How long have you been smoking?" he questions with a chuckle at my declaration.

I lick my lips and inhale a hit before I answer. "Since I was 14, so 5 years. How about you?" I hand him the blunt.

He shrugs indifferently, focusing on the weed filled cigar as he takes another blow at it, impressively not choking this time except he gives a gaggled cough and almost drowns his mouth in the water bottle. Watching his lack of experience I comment on, "A blunt a day keeps the doctor away." I shake my head disapprovingly, bruising any ego he has left when I take the cause to his haggard breathing and take the biggest hit of my life. Scooting close enough so that our knees were pressed against each other, my hands entwine through his ebony shaded hair and bring his face barely an inch from mine. I kiss his wet mouth and exhale my smoke in between his luscious lips. Our tongues barely brush against each other as I shot gun him and tug on his hair. He grabs me firmly and sits me on his lap-his back arched against my hood as my legs straddled him. I was wearing jeans but not even the thick fabric could hide the bulge compressed between my inner thighs. Hm, his bruised ego recovered enough for the prominence below me but he sure kissed desperately.

"I've been thinking about earlier all day, and you haven't mentioned it at all since it happened," Sebastian confesses as he lays his hands at the small of my back and leans backward so our lips are parted enough for us to speak. My eyes can barely open from the intense sensation that radiates throughout my body. The only thing keeping me from getting engrossed in the passion is his confession. It sparks a train of thought I dread following, like the fact that he's shamelessly blackmailing me for his own agenda that he won't even clue me in, the right feeling was coming from the wrong person. I avert my eyes to the whereabouts of the blunt-I'd turn it off on impulse when I was done taking my hit, but it probably rolled on the ground. Getting off his lap, I leaned down to pick up and put it in the driver's seat as I settle my thoughts once and for all.

"You are blackmailing me into risking me and other people's lives for Bob Marley knows what and getting some Scarface man for you? I'm scared Sebastian, I've done my best to keep an open end towards life and it's experiences but this is just too uncertain for me. I have no clue about this like with you and the ganja," I confide to him as I walk back to the hood of the car.

He's already standing beside it, watching me steadily before he replies automatically, "That's why I'm going be your body guard. You won't meet Santoni, the head of the drug cartel, until you get into his crowd. I've already got that covered by getting you a place in their drug dealing recruitment. It's Tuesday; I'll come with you as your bodyguard and by the time Santoni meets you I'll just stay in the shadow without him having a clue that till now I've been your body guard. You've got to trust me Phoebe, I trust you but it won't work if we're not on the same page. I picked you for a reason, and Tuesday you'll find out. That's why I actually came here in the first place, to tell you that I'll pick you up from your apartment in around the afternoon for the first mission. Will you do it?" he puts the ball in my court.

His plan was somewhat comforting but there was still the fact that the actual mission on Tuesday wasn't clear. Something tugged in my heart though that made me contemplating to just trust him. I follow my intuition and answer slowly. "Sure but whatever happens Tuesday, will you let me choose if I want to keep doing it or not?" Ha, the bowl was literarily thrown into his side of the court.

Sebastian purses his lips and finally speaks with a steady answer, "Very well. I never compromise, but you are the only exception," he playfully mimics Paramore's song in the background from my car as I laugh and hug him.

"Tuesday then," I smile as I head to the drivers seat and take my keys out of the car. He salutes me bye as I drive out of the spot and head back home, devastatingly exhausted after an incredible yet tiring day.

I go straight to bed after an intense scrub to the face and changing my wardrobe to comfy fleece pajama pants and rolling stoners shirt. Before I fall asleep I look at something I had dreaded looking at all day-my cell phone, also the key to communication between me and my clientele in my line of business. Looking at the decade amount of unread texts I have, I will myself to put the phone down and deal with it tomorrow, except I was hosting poker night and had even gone grocery shopping yet. Was life really going to be this inconsistent after meeting Sebastian? Sighing, I pick up my phone and make plans with all my beloved customers to come over Monday, since I don't have classes that day. Luckily, I only had classes Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

No longer distracting myself as I finish the last text, I lay my phone on the bed stand and turn off the vintage lamp on my nightstand.