Late (p.w)

fourteen - babydolls & gloss

"well it looks like she's here." he says as i hear tires rolling on the pavement and the headlights blind me for a second.

"oh a she." i whisper in relief, as if that's gonna make this any better.

zayn shoves his hands in his pockets and walks calmly out and i follow quickly behind him. i've never had a random person drive me this late at night, besides taxi drivers and even with them i get kind of nervous if it's anyone but frank.

while having the thought process that i could be killed tonight and staring at the nape of zayn's neck, the glass door bumps into me. luckily zayn didn't notice but i feel embarrassed none the less.

he courteously opens the front seat door for me and as soon as he did i immediately smelt a gust a weed and alcohol.

"hey babydoll." i see lizzy say with a wide grin on her face. i think this might be the first time we're talking, ever. honestly she's a lot warmer and friendlier than i assumed. but maybe it's because she's high right now.

"hi." i drag out.

"you're the one which has all the guys obsessing over you huh?" she questions.

"liz don't meddle." zayn interrupts.

"don't you know about the girl code? you always gotta tell another girl when a boy likes her or when you suspect a boy likes her." she chirps.

"lizzy." zayn scolds.

i don't really know why she's talking about the girl code when she made out with the guy who supposedly likes me.

"she's about to steal my job." she laughs.

"god, shut up please" zayn yells, while rubbing his temples clearly annoyed. i immediately begin to regret my decision of letting them drop me off.

"why you flipping out? you need to relax, here." she says happily as she opens that front shelf thingy at the front of the car and pulls out a huge joint. which are way bigger than the ones the people smoked in my high school. zayn grabs it and pulls a lighter out of his pocket.

"why do you think i'm fucking pissed? my friend is being an asshole for no complete reason and you're being annoying." zayn rants.

lizzy just laughs hysterically at zayn's obvious insult towards her.

zayn attempts to light his pre-made joint twice before asking "hey you wanna few smokes?"

"no i can't." i reply, even though i want to, so so badly. but it's just too risky. riding in a car with two people high alone is too risky.

zayn shrugs it of before lighting it a third time and it actually working.

"no no, c'mon it's never fun being the sober friend, trust." lizzy begs.

"no i'm good, i don't want my first time being me getting in trouble, this sort of thing isn't meant to be done in public we can get arrested or—" i ramble before getting cut off.

"it's late at night, no one is on the street chill, just take a few hits." she says. i hate being that person who gets convinced in two sentences to do anything, but at the same time i'm a yes person, especially if it's something i really wanna do.

"okay," i finally agree, acting as if she had to convince me to do it.

are you sure you wanna do this?" zayn chuckles.