Cigarette Smoke // FILLIE

Don't Mind My Thoughts

m i l l i e

"What about this? It's cute, warm, great for this type of thing." The dirty blonde-haired girl suggests while holding up my tan and dark brown sweater up against my torso.

I press my lips together in thought as I glance to the mirror.

"Um.. yeah, think this'll be good." I nod with a slight smile as she grins in approval with her hands now placed in her hips to admire her work while I go into my closet to change.

I strut back out, twirling in front of my mirror as Maddie squeals excitedly. Probably more excited for this whole thing than I am, honestly.

The nerves in my stomach begin brewing as I realize he'll be here any minute, my smile faltering slightly as anxiety settles in.

She instantly notices my hesitation and swiftly puts her arms around me from behind as we look at each other in the mirror.

"Hey.. if anything happens or you want to leave- you can just call me and I'll be there, okay? But really, I have a feeling this night is going to be one to remember, Mills." She beams caringly with one quick squeeze before releasing me just as the sound of car tires screeches outside.

We both rush to the window and pull back the curtains, sighing when a slick red Camaro pulls into the driveway slowly. Jacob.

I glance to Maddie anxiously, smiling to assure her I'll be fine though she still grasps my hand protectively.

"You'll regret not going, Millie. You and I both know you've got he hots for him, now go have fun, alright?" She instructs while giving me a quick hug and sending me on my wait out the house and to his car.

I wave goodbye to her through the window while waking past the hood of Jacob's Camaro and to the passenger side, climbing in wearing a smile.

He smirks as he shifts into reverse, pulling out of the driveway and starting down the street with Pop playing on the radio loudly as he mumbles along.

"Do you know what senior? Like who's hosting it?" I query after about five minutes of only music filling the silence between us.

He furrows his brows in thought as he seems to be looking for the answer on the windshield.

"Um.. I think Nic Hamilton? Anyway, his parents own Hamilton Constructions so he's pretty jacked with money." Jacob explains casually as we turn a corner into the correct street where all the wealthier kids live.

I nod in response, taking in the information with ease.

Regardless, we arrived to a street packed with junky, teenager cars and fellow students of our high school and neighboring schools walking inside the largest garage-type place I've ever seen. They really are jacked.

The whole structure was built similar to the average barn lay out: a rectangle length, square width, large doors, and pointed roof.

The only thing changing that fact was the fact that it was connected to the more than adequate sized home beside it. Looks fair enough, definitely has the space.

"So, you ready to head in?" He asks as he shifts into park and snatches his keys from the ignition keyhole.

I stare up at the garage, seeming to hear a familiar voice inside but deciding against it. I'm hearing things.