Nightly Kravitz is the bad girl that nobody could ever understand and doesn't want to be understood. She's one of kind, and is equipped with her own problems that swirls in her life. After doing 2 years in juvie from a crime she was responsible for...
The smoke from the blunt filled my lungs as my nerves and muscles began to relax. I sipped at the blunt a few times and held the smoke in before blowing it out and repeating the process once again. When the blunt grew into a roach, I flicked it onto the ground and mashed it with the tip of my giuseppe zanotti heels.
"Night c'mon let's go" my boyfriend, Kale, grumbled before opening the driver side of the car door and entering.
I followed suite and as soon as my butt touched the seat, Kale mashed on the gas and the car zipped forward. The door on my side closed from the gravity and soon enough we were bobbing and weaving in between traffic.
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"Did you get it?" I asked with a smirk hinting on my lips.
Kale did a soft chuckle and tossed a small pouch onto my lap all while keeping his eyes on the road. I grabbed the small bag and opened it. Inside was finely grained white powder with a small metal scoop buried in the substance. I grabbed the scoop, filled it up with some of the powder, placed the scoop under my nose, and took a sniff so that the powder disappeared. I dug in the bag once again, aiming for another scoop and did the same thing, only this time with my other nostril.
"Yeah baby this is some good shit" I said as I felt the rush of the cocaine take effect over my body.
"I bet, I paid a pretty price for that fucker" Kale replied and turned his head towards me and tapped his nose.
Knowing what he was indicating, I scooped in the bag once again and placed the scoop under his nose and watched as his sniffed hard and ingested the powder. He rubbed his nose fiercely and let out a little howl as he started feeling the rush as well. He mashed on the gas once again and the car picked up from 70 mph to 90 and I watched as we zoomed pass different cars and trucks.
I felt free at the moment and as if all of my problems were gone. The music was blasting in the speakers and the wind coming from the window was blowing fiercely in my hair. Everything felt good. Everything felt right.... Until the sirens began wailing behind us.
"Shit! Night, hide the bag!" Kale spoke quickly while hurrying up and putting on his seat belt. Once the bag was stashed and both of us was clicked in to our belts, Kale pulled over and the cop behind us did the same.
"Act normal and don't say shit" Kale warned before rolling down his window and waiting for the cop to walk over to us.
The door to the cop car suddenly opened and out stepped a tall officer with a stiff posture and his uniform ironed to a crisp. He slowly strolled to the car and immediately spoke out
"License and registration please"
Kale handed over the two forms of identification to the officer and waited while the officer looked over the information.
