whiskey & weed

Chapter 6

Kell's POV

"You can go" I say to the annoying blonde standing by my door, descent fuck, nothing on Olivia though.

What the fuck? That girl keeps finding her way into my mind. I'm not high enough for this shit.

She huffs storming out the room, I roll my eyes throwing my clothes back on. Once dressed I walk downstairs.

We always throw the best kickbacks, we only have to send one text and the whole neighbourhood is here.

"You had fun, huh?" A female voice scares me as I enter the kitchen, I turn to find Olivia leaning over the counter perched on a stool.

She looks beautiful.

Fuck

"Hm" I reply not really knowing what to reply "fucking annoying though" Olivia laughs at my words, her eyes crinkle as two dimples appear on her cheeks. I never noticed that before. It's really fucking cute.

"Why?" She questions taking a sip of her drink, I presume whiskey.

"She was loud" A smirk appearing on my face as I grab a bottle from the top of the fridge, my hiding spot.

"Oh and that's supposed to be bad?"

"No" I lean against the counter opposite her "but it is when it's every five seconds right in your ear, I had to fuc-" I stop myself forgetting I'm talking to Olivia and not one of the boys.

She laughs probably knowing what I was about to say anyway "well, you better pick the right ones next time"

"Oh I will" I smile, how I would love to rip them tiny shorts off you.

Music fills the silence between us as we observe the party in front of us, I can see from the corner of my eye she's rolling up a joint. I smirk, not many girls know how to do that.

"Where you learn that?" My conscious taking over, I'm intrigued to find more about her.

"I work in a strip" she replies giving me a weird look "everyone is either high or drunk in there" she places it between her lips and lights it up.

Oh them lips...

"Wait, is that my lighter?" I question snatching it back. She laughs jumping off the stool.

"Yeah, I saw it on the couch" she says gesturing to the leather seat on the other side of the room "I remembered what it looked like from the other day"

"Oh" I say fiddling with the lighter, she passes me the joint neatly rolled up.

"Why XX?" She questions picking up the lighter again and traces her fingers over the white text.

"It's the gang" I state pointing to the tattoo on my neck, just below my ear.

She nods, her eyes averting down towards her lap. She looks like she has so many questions behind those brown eyes of hers.

"Hey hoe" a mans voice calls out, that I soon recognise to be Louis, her friend? Boyfriend? Brother? Shit I don't know.

"Hiiiii" her face lights up at the sight of him

"You wanna go dance?" He questions, grabbing her arm.

"Is that even a fucking question you idiot" her voice fades as they walk away from the kitchen, looking back slightly to see if I follow.

Thinking about it.

The money I would give that girl to dance for me, her body is fucking heaven itself.