The Stoner Project

Chapter 9:Heidi Is From Hell.

Chapter 9:Heidi Is From Hell.

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       As I finally could register what happened, I met Winter in the living room along with his sister, Heidi. She was still very pretty. She wore a black crop top that had Skulls and Bones, light blue torn capris, and black converse.

"This is Heidi. Heidi, this is Bridget."

"Great. Are you bringing her home daily to pleasure yourself or is that just the other skanks I don't like?"

"Bridget is doing a project with me."

"Is that code for sex?"

"Heidi, stop with this behavior."

"You're not my daddy." She rolled her eyes and threw her black messenger bag down. "I'm hungry. Make food."

"Stop acting like a douche and I will."

"Get your whore to make me food."

"Heidi!" Winter growled so loud, I'd thought I'd shit myself. "Knock it the fuck off!"

"It's fine, Winter." I sighed."What do you want to eat?"

"Ravioli, and not that shit in the can. It has to be home made, like Winter makes it."

"Okay, cool. I know a recipe that'll make your mouth water."

My grandma had taught me how to cook at the age of seven up until now. And not simple foods like Mac and cheese. It's family tradition to learn every complex meal, dessert, snack, appetizer, finger food, and beverage. It's preparing us for marriage and when we're having business parties and such. I took out everything I needed before getting into focus mode. As I stuffed the ravioli pastas with meat, Winter trapped me, my abdomen touching the cold counter and his hands on each side of me. His manhood rubbed against where my back dimples lie, making my cheeks burn.He inhaled the perfume I wore on my neck before resting his lips on my ear, setting it on fire.

He placed his hands over mine, guiding me. "Don't stuff them like a mad woman. It'll be hard to seal back up if you did that." He took a pinch of meat and slid it inside the pouch with no effort. "Are you jealous of this pasta?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Would you like me to slide my fingers inside of you?" Leaving my face strawberry red, he walked away, leaving me in utter shock, again.

After Heidi ate and told me how good it was, she went to bed.

Wait...

After Heidi ate and bitched about hot and fattening it was, Winter put her in a headlock, making her fall asleep so he could put her in bed.

Then we sat on his couch, finishing up my interview. I saved everything on my iPad and smiled.

I was actually getting this done.

"So same time tomorrow?" I asked, smiling.

"Yeah."

"Okay, see you at lunch."

" No you won't." Winter grinned, playing with the ends of his hair. "You aren't sitting at my table with my friends unless you're dressed like a dark angel."

"A goth hoe?"

"Yep."

"I have no Gothic, emo, clothes so you get a prep."

"To hang with Winter, you can't be Summer, babe."

"Whatever." I sighed. He walked me out to my car surprisingly and I got in to start it up.

"So tomorrow. New threads."

"Gotcha."

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I have no black!!!

I growled, screaming at the top of my lungs.

If I didn't get my project done in time because of clothes, I will kill every single prep.

I sighed. "There must be something. I swear this like looking for stuff to wear on Hollow-" My eyes widened. "Ween."

I then crawled over to my red treasure chest that held old clothes from being a vampire and a goth. I dug and dug until I found my black tutu, black and white striped tights, a black corset, fishnet gloves, and rainbow colored hair extensions.

Once I slid into the clothes, I threw on my black hooker heels, cramped my hair and added the rainbow highlights, put on black tinted lip gloss, lined my eyes with tons of eyeliner, and painted my nails black.

Good thing my family is at work.

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Ad usual, Winter skipped classes so I only saw him at lunch when I walked over, Batman lunch box in hand. They stared at me like I grew another head.

"What?"

Winter didn't look at me at all. He was too busy sucking face with Kara. I cleared my throat and she pulled away. She checked me out a few times, looked at herself, then freaked out and threw her arms around Winter.

"MINE!!!"

"I don't want him." I sighed.

"Hey, Bridget. I'm glad to see you could join us."

"Thanks." I muttered and sat down next to him, seeing his eyes scan me. I looked at him too.

Black button down shirt, unbuttoned, a black beater under it, black torn skinny jeans with silver baby pins trying to seal up the tears, adding an even edgier look, and all black converse.

I looked away and opened my lunch box, taking out a sandwich box that I've prepared my salad in.

"A salad. A salad?" Winter raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"My dear, you have a lot to to learn."

"Who's the cutie?" The pale one with the eyebrow and lip piercing smirked. His hair was like Justin Bieber's but jet black. His eyes were emerald green and his lips were pink, complimenting his cheekbones. He was dressed like Winter.

"This is my little friend, Bridget." Winter grinned, twirling a strand of my hair on his finger.

"Hello. I'm August."

"Hi." I said shyly.

"I'm Red." Another guy grinned at me. He had blonde shaggy hair, tan skin, blue eyes, pink lips, and an oval shaped head. He looked like a typical jock but dressed like an goth.

"And I'm Krill." A girl dressed like me and Kara said. She had long orange, teased hair, tan skin, pink cheeks, clear skin, hazel eyes, plump pink lips, and a slender body.

"Nice to meet you all." I smiled.

"Dibs." August and Red said at the same time and looked at each other.

"You guys are pigs." Krill rolled her eyes, adding another layer of lip balm.

"No one is calling 'Dibs'. Bridget is my friend." Winter said. "No one is dating her."

"Way to break my heart." August groaned, giving me puppy dog eyes. "You look so...edible. No fair."

I blushed and looked at my salad.

"Guys, I mean it. Keep your hands out the cookie jar unless she wants you."

"Fine." Red had said, eating some nachos.

"Both of them are womanizers. Don't go for it." Krill said, sitting on August's lap. "August is my whore and I don't want you touching him anyway."

What the fuck is wrong with goths?