Sanity || j.d

30

It left me in quite a daze and to be honest I don’t remember most of the rest of the night. He’d continued on to say that he always got what he wanted and currently that was me. I think that I was okay with that, I don’t remember though. Somebody offered me a drink and then that was it.

Fortunately, I didn’t wake up like Stef or Louis. I was in a respectable place. I was in the bathroom. With the toilet right next to me and thank goodness for that because I was sick as soon as I woke up. Damn it, I was hungover even though I promised that I wasn’t going to be.

As soon as I was able to stand, I shakily made my way down stairs (without falling over(stumbling doesn’t count)) and made my way through the kitchen - Stef and Louis were still there, same place I’d left them - and outside. Why on earth was I going outside? That’s where I’d last seen Cole of course. 

“Hey Cole.” I mumbled when I found him, sitting alone agains the side of the house.

“You were drinking, weren’t you?” He asked and helped me sit down next to him.

“Why would you say that?”

“I can smell it.” He answered, playing with his lighter, but no cigarettes in sight.

“Give me one please.” I asked shakily as I held out my hand, meaning a cigarette.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He grinned, pulling out a pack from his pocket, resting it between his lips, using one hand to cup around the cigarette while using the other to light it. He inhaled deeply, then passed me the smoke.

“How’s about you and me hit the town?” He suggested while I took a deep breath of smoke.

“Cole,” I began, twirling the cigarette between my forefinger and thumb. “I’m piss drunk and I can barely walk. I was just sick in the bathroom and I have to be back home at a reasonable hour.” I ranted.

He sniggered at me and took the cigarette back. “Don’t you live next door Baumann? Anyway we wouldn’t be going far. I’ll buy you lunch.” He offered.

“Just because I live next door-”

“Just because, just because.” He mocked. “Now, lunch or not?”

I wouldn’t let some boy who smokes more than he breathes fresh air push me around, but you can’t argue with food.