White

Fucking Pussies.

"Damn."

I was impressed. Beyond measure. She was hitting one.

With me.

In the school parking lot.

It was a few minutes to the end of fifth period and my guess was, she had chosen to do it at exactly this time. To prove something. To send some sort of message.

Well she'd sent me a fucking great message, that's for sure. It even had emojis.

She was mouth-wateringly hot. She looked like she should step into my bed for a few days.

Hopefully, no one will notice.

Big, round silver eyes and pouty lips made her the picture of innocence. But that was something she definitely was not. The joint she was smoking spoke volumes. And so did the stark white hair. She had the body of a temptress no doubt. All curves and assets. I hadn't gotten the chance to see her ass yet, though.

Challenge accepted.

"Where the fuck,'' I started as we both leaned on Carter's Mercedes i8 "have you been all my fucking life?"

Her body shook with silent laughter and, I'm not gonna lie, it was an extreme turn-on.

So was knocking out my obnoxious cousin.

So was smoking marijuana.

"Y'know," I said slowly, swiping the joint from between her lips and placing it between mine "This shit is bad for your health."

She pointed at me, clearly stating that I wasn't one to talk, and this time it was my turn to laugh.

"Talk to me?"

She looked down at her feet, and it slowly began to dawn on me that she hadn't said a word to me since I'd met her. Which was quite unnerving. It was like everyone at this school had a thing against new people. Or maybe just intimidating bad boys. They used to love 'em at my old school.

"If you're not going to talk to me, then you're not much fucking better than them," I jabbed my thumb in the direction of the school doors "smoking weed with me doesn't exactly even the fucking playing field. Do any of you in this school talk? Or maybe I'm in the wrong school. Maybe I read the fucking sign wrong. Y'know, school of the deaf, not school of the devils?"

It was a crudely attempted joke all the same, but she laughed.

She laughed!

It was a beautiful sound, something any person would want to wake up to in the morning, and it made me smile. Even if she wouldn't talk to me, it was the most progress I'd made in a week, so I wasn't going to let it go just like that.

I puffed out smoke in ringlets, not really caring anymore that the bell had just rung, or that there was already a steady trickle of students into the parking lot, some of whom were staring at us wide-eyed.

Fucking pussies.

"That was cool."

It was so quiet I barely registered it, but I was damn sure that it didn't come from my mouth.

I turned towards her, and she used the opportunity to swipe the joint back.

"That thing you did with the smoke," she continued "neat trick."

"You can talk?"

"Teach me?"

"Huh...?"

"Meet me at lunch on Monday, table twelve, It's kinda hard to miss."

She dropped the joint and ground it into the concrete with her Doc Martens, then turned on her heel and walked away.

I stood there staring at her ass as it swished away. It was a pretty good view.

Hell Yeah.