soft hums || l.h.

chapter two || stoner

His seats are leather. I imagine that they were once a dark beige but now were a murky grey brown. His car smelled faintly like weed but I ignored it. It could be a used car. Or a friends car.

"Sorry for the smell. Crazy ass party last night."

That answers my question.

"A party with pot on the night before school?" I mutter under my breath.

"Yeah, haven't you ever done that?" He asks like it's common courtesy to listen to individuals' mutterings and do pot on a Sunday.

"Do I look like I've ever smoked weed?"

He takes his eyes off the road for a moment and inspects my attire. I feel very squirmish.

"Actually, yes." He states.

My jaw would've hit the floor except for the fact that the floor was filthy, so I settled for my jaw barely dropping open. I sit there dumbfounded for a few seconds before I shake my head and regain my composure.

"I'm sorry, what?!" I say, aspirating the 'wh' sound. I can't believe this. Me- smoke pot- hA. Like that would ever happen.

"You look somewhat grunge but you're way to smart for your looks. I'm interested in you, star girl." He had a small smile on his face. Not a smirk, just a soft upwards curve of his pierced lips.

"Star Girl?"

"Your shirt, silly."

I look down at my shirt and chuckle.

"Shall I call you Stoner than?"

"That's low, Star Girl. That's real low."

"No, it's on your shirt" I lost it laughing and pointing at his Rolling Stones band t-shirt.

A light shade of red coated his slightly tan face and he let out a nervous chuckle.

We pull up to the school, and I exit his car.

"Thanks for the ride, Stoner."

I close his door but his accent stops me,

"Hey Star Girl! I didn't catch your name!"

"I never threw it to you!"

I shut his door and saunter into school.

Just as the bell rings.