Bring It // EDITING

Eight

*two nights ago*

I walked back to my car, sliding inside. I gripped the steering wheel which both hands, sighing.

I put it in drive and sped off to my house. I squeeze the wheel in my hands, my knuckles turning white. Why am I this angry?

I put it in park and got out, trudging into the house.

"Hey mate." Called Zayn. I nodded in his direction, sitting on the couch.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, flicking through the channels on the TV. I sighed, rubbing my face. "I don't really know."

"Who's is that?" he asked, pointing to Delaney's bag. I dropped it on the ground. "Some girls."

"Since when do you take a girls possessions after shagging them?" Zayn laughed. I sighed.

He looked at me. "What's wrong with you today?"

I shrugged, leaning back. "Nothing, just tired and shit." I sighed. He stood up.

"Lets go. You need a break." I groaned. "A break from what? I don't need a break from anything, I'm fine."

He grabbed my shirt, pulling me up. "You need a drink. Bad."

He pulled me to my car, I sighed, throwing him the keys. "Where are we going?"

"Ty's." I rolled my eyes. Ty was some hop head who was somehow friends with Zayn. I'm not very fond of him, only because he almost pulled Zayn into his cocaine addiction. If we didn't find out about Ty selling it to him, he would've been done for.

We pulled up to Ty's dorm, unbuckling and getting out. I took my keys back from Zayn, shoving my hands in my pockets and walked with him to the door.

Zayn knocked on it, and the long, black stringy hair drug head came into view. "Zayn, where you been, man?" he asked in a scratchy voice. Zayn patted his shoulder, jerking his head towards me. "My friend here needs to take a load off."

Ty smiled. "I got what you need." he motioned for us to come in. I stepped inside after Zayn, looking around. All the smoke detectors on the walls were removed, and there was trash everywhere. I scrunched my nose up slightly.

Ty came back with two bottles of beer. He handed one to me, and I accepted it, popping the cap with my keys. I took a drink of the cold liquid, my body becoming less tense.

We walked over and sat down on the couch. Ty sat down, rubbing his hands together. "So, ready to relax?"

I shrugged. "I'm content with this." I said, holding the bottle up a bit. He just laughed. "I can do better than that." he said, pulling out a bag from under the couch. He opened it up and pulled out a joint. He passed one to Zayn, then to me.

"No thanks, I'm good." I said, handing it back to him. He pushed it back to me. "I insist."

"No man, I don't want it." I said again. Zayn hit my shoulder, already smoking his. "I brought you here to relax. C'mon man."

I inspected the joint between my fingers, then set it between my lips, leaning towards the flame. Ty set the end on fire as I inhaled. I haven't had one in a year, I haven't gotten used to it yet. I choked out a few coughs.

"Been a while?" Ty smirked. I glared at him, inhaling once again. It flowed easier this time, filling my lungs up with smoke. I stared back down at the remains of the joint, setting it down. "I'll be back later." I said. Zayn laughed a little, but stayed put.

I walked to my car, climbing inside the drivers seat. I needed to get away for a bit.

I drove down the road, plugging in my phone in and hit shuffle. Lolly by Maejor Ali featuring Justin Bieber came on. I turned my volume up, the bass rumbling the ground beneath me. I tapped my thumbs to the beat, humming the lyrics.