Chapter 2

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My mom came out of the house and so did this guy that looked a lot like Zac Efron, and boy was he hot.

Mom looked really frustrated and Zac seemed really pissed.

Zac asked me to get out of the car and I shook my head, and he asked me again, so I did.

"I have cancer."

That was the first thing I said when I came out of the car, maybe the power of cancer can soften him up like most people do.

Zac smirked.

Why a smirk?

I don't understand why he'd smirk.

"You know what? It's ok. It's dented up but nothing that can't be fixed."

My mom kept apologising for who knows what. I don't understand my mom sometimes, she apologises in my name, and I never seem to have to apologise for myself, I smiled at her, I wonder if I'd be able to see such things again.

Zac kept saying it's ok and that he'll bring it to the shop to repair it and that he'll claim the bill from us.

My mom asked me a ton of questions, nagged me and gave me a good scolding. But again, which parent wouldn't get mad at their kid for making an attempt to drive illegally and ends up denting her car AND the neighbours. She went back that last.

As for Zac,

"Where ya heading?"

"I don't know"

And then he smiles at me and goes back in.

What on earth? That guy is weird, but he still is one heck of a hunk.

God I want to scruff up his hair and fuck him real hard, and make him leave scars on me, and I'll leave scars on him too.

God, sex with scars are the best.

"Oi! Move!"

I found myself looking at the sky, daydreaming and just standing there in the middle of the path.

I turned back and saw this old lady walking her pet bulldog.

That's kinda cute but ugh her attitude, but old people at always cranky so I moved aside and let her pass.

Her dog looked back and me and god was it cute (I have a weakness for dogs of all kinds).

Mom probably wants to ground me but she wouldn't, not in my condition, it's one of those cancer privileges I've been talking about.

I decided that I should go take a walk, so I did.

I walked to the local park and saw a girl from school, I think her name's Jenna, but I don't know, I stopped going to school a year ago when Leu was getting kinda out of hand, that wild one.

She waved at me and seemed very very high.

She's walking towards me now.

"Hey Elle." She said why she tugs on my coat.

"Hey Jenna, it's Jenna isn't it?"

"Jenna, yes I think it is. Hey hey, guess what I have."

"I don't know. Gum?"

Although I know it isn't (it's probably drugs)

"Hahaha no silly, I have weed, a very good stash of weed."

Weed. Marijuana. Something that I had wanted to do for a long long time. But to do it with a girl from school that I barely knew?

YOLO right? Like what Drake said, YOLO. Especially at my case, I'm going to do it, at least once in my life right? And it's not like I have a lot of time left.

"Want some?" Jenna asks.

I nodded eagerly, and she dragged me to this alley, and there was this dumpster there.

She took a small plastic out of her pocket, and guess what. It's weed.

She took a bong out of her bag and lit it up for me.

She smoked it and offered me some, god that smell, it's so gross, like the hobos/hippies that lived in caravans.

But I took the bong from her and had my first smoke.

"So how's school?" I asked Jenna.

"It's boring as usual. How's home or like the hospital?"

"It's alright."

She looked to the sky and I looked at her, she's actually really pretty in a way. Her eye's are brown and she has teal hair, her skin is very pale and her features are soft and beautiful.

"So why are you always high all the time?"

Shit! Did I just say that, god how can I even let that slip out of my mouth.

She smiled at me and looked to the sky.

"To numb the pain."

To numb the pain. That's also one of the reasons why I was so eager to try weed, to take me away from reality for a while .

To be honest I felt a little light headed and woozy, and nothing else, apparently you have to smoke it continuously to get the full effect (high).

We were smoking and talking until we heard something.

"OI WHAT ARE YOU RASCALS DOING?"

Ah shit!

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