Charming Taylor.

Chapter: twenty-five.

"That is so not water!"

"Yes it is."

"No it's not! I can smell it on your breath!"

"You're just smelling things Chanel." Monroe said placing the bottle back to his lips.

"Monroe, give me it."

"No."

"Monroe."

"Chanel."

"Monroe I'm serious! We're in school!" I whispered crossing my arms over my chest glaring at Monroe.

"What are you, my mother?"

"I'm your girlfriend close enough."

"Give me the water bottle Monroe."

"Not happening."

"Monroe Exavior Taylor! Give me the water bottle!"

"Chanel Rain Zuilo, suck my dick."

"Not happening."

"My point exactly." Monroe said winking at me chugging the rest of his "water" down.

"I can't believe you're getting drunk in school."

"Let loose would ya? And I mean literally."

I smacked Monroe in his chest turning around back in my seat.

Prick.

"Aw, Chanel don't be like that." Monroe said scooting his chair closer to me.

"Don't talk to me." I snapped, scooting my chair away from Monroe.

Monroe's been drinking constantly, and I was starting to worry.

I found his "secret stash." In his bathroom cabinet.  And yesterday I found  marijuana in the glove compartment of his car.

It's like Monroe is forever taking ten steps backwards.

"You're being over dramatic."

Yeah?" I said rolling my eyes at Monroe.

"You're being a fucking idiot!" I spat.

"Calm down, you're making a big deal out of nothing." Monroe said turning his attention back towards his phone.

"Oh I'm sorry, because I want my boyfriend high as a kite and drunk as shit in school. Oh yeah that's right, please continue."

"Don't act like you don't do it, Chanel." Monroe said slipping his phone back in his sweat shirt pocket.

"You're right, I do-do it. But I don't have a secret stash, I don't get high and I don't get drunk at school."

"Stop being an idiot Monroe, before you get caught. Or worse.. You get hurt."

I mumbled the last part, drawing a flower on my desk.

"What was that? Speak up."

Monroe said scooting his chair closer to mine once again.

"Monroe I think you should go home."

"I'm fine Chanel."

"Monroe please."

Monroe glared at me for awhile before packing his things up, and walking out of the classroom slamming the door shut behind him.

I was starting to think there was more to it than what Monroe was telling me.

I sighed, slumping back in my chair.

I'll worry about him later, right now I need to figure out how I'm going to tell Adrian and Zoe I was over this plan.