Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 23

Justin's POV

"What type of romantic shit do females like?" I lay on the sofa in Alfredo's pad, staring at the ceiling that had been morphing vaguely for the past 10 minutes. "Or like, sweet gestures?"

The high from the joint we both started to smoke just over an hour ago was starting wear off slowly but I was just enjoying the last few moments of it before I was feeling ordinary and defeatable again. Right now, I felt chill and for once in a long time, I wasn't filled with all these worries scattering my mind, only curiosity at most. It was just enjoyable to feel this type of high - and no one to strictly ruin my buzz.

"Apparently you cannot go wrong with a teddy bear that is twice the girl's size." He was sitting on the other side of the room, also staring at the ceiling as he finished off the last few drags of his second joint he rolled for himself. His voice was unusually deeper due to the magic effects. "Maybe even stick a rose in it for good measure."

"A gigantic bear that serves no purpose and a rose that dies in a couple of days, huh? It just seems absurd." I huff.

"To you," Alfredo says defensively which makes me turn my head a little to see him visibly. "Have you ever fell asleep on one of those big-ass bears before?"

"No" I state.

"Then don't make your judgey comments on things you don't understand." He goes back to staring at the ceiling and begins to bop his head a little.

I began to enter my mind again, the ceiling suddenly didn't seem to be wanting to morph unusual patterns and shapes it was only a few moments ago - it was its dull ivory colour that displayed no design whatsoever. The high was definitely sucked out of me now, the need to replace it was quite strong as being in a sober state was too tedious to juggle, thinking about the events taking place so soon.

"Why?" Alfredo's voice spoke as he stubbed out the finished joint in a small glass ashtray situated centrally on the table.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to know some romantic shit?"

"No reason; it was just a random thought."

"Who are you trying to impress them, eh?" I didn't need to alter my head position to know he probably planted the widest smirk on my face. I could never give a convincing performance. Only when I look over to him I see his smirk, wanting the dirt.

I didn't expect him to ask any questions, it was a reason why I popped the question in the first place. Maybe it was just feeling high and a mouth that needs to be sewn shut. He wasn't into all that soppy shit at all, he only splashed the money on one girl who broke his heart and he never wanted to go down that lonesome road again. He was definitely a guy who just desired sex in its raw form. For pleasure only. No attachment, no strings. 

"I was just curious, that's all."

"Oh come on Justin, don't play me with the anonymity crap." I could hear him moving around, fidgeting relentlessly. I didn't feel the need to look back to see what he doing, I could feel that he was a lot closer, wanting to pull out the valid information he sought. "Did you meet someone? Oh, I know." He giddily laughs but then stops for a sign of tension. "Did you form an imaginary girlfriend and you want to surprise her with a romantic meal and some roses?"

God, he was weird after smoking.

I scoffed at his stupidity while rolling my eyes back hard. "I didn't create an imaginary girlfriend."

"If that's the case, prove me wrong. Who is the lady you are hiding from me? It better not be my mom because I am not afraid to kick your ass."

But I didn't know what to respond with, I hadn't even prepared for him to speak more than two words on the subject. I felt my body tense up at the thought of him not wanting to drop the topic, even though it was probably stupid not to expect that. I was extremely hesitant about the entire answer and even the situation. There were various ways to go.