Disorderly Conduct

Detention

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Of course it's him! Why wouldn't it be," David exclaimed as he kicked a nearby chair. Tate walked in and leaned against a table. "Do I know you," he asked. "No, but you will if you don't leave Gwynn alone." Tate laughed. "Gwynn? This is about her? Wow Winnie maybe you got more guys into you than I thought," he joked. "David, calm down, we are not together! Even if we were it wouldn't matter cause Tate and I are just friends," I tried to explain. "Look whatever, I'm out," Tate said as he move to the door. He stopped before exiting, "You coming or what," he asked me. I looked from him to David, whose brown eyes were hard like stone to keep from showing emotion. "If you walk out that door, that's it, I'm done." I looked at him, the boy who wanted me even when everything about him said he shouldn't he have to give me the time of day. I looked at Tate, whose excitement and danger I craved after being sheltered my whole life, and with that I left.

I wiped a single tear as Tate and I walked down the hallway. "Won't we get in trouble for skipping detention," I asked. "Well I doubt your boyfriend will say anything, so we're good," he responded. "Where are we going?" He just looked at me, grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the parking lot.

After a while of driving by the countryside we reached a field. "What is this place," I asked as I got out of the car. "My happy place, I come here to blow of some steam and chill out." We came to a huge tree at the edge of the field. Tate reached into the huge roots and pulled out a small package. "Oh God, no." He laughed as he emptied the contents into some paper and rolled it. "C'mon, it's just a joint, not like I'm gonna have you doing crack, unless you want some," he joked. He lit it and took a long drag, the smell was much more sour than a cigarette smoke. He offered me the joint. "No thanks," I laughed. "Don't be so uptight it's just you and me here, and I promise I won't take advantage of you. Come here," he said as he held his hand out to me. He pulled me close. "Don't get too turned on, Winnie, now open your mouth." I started to object but obeyed anyway. He took another drag of his joint and blew the smoke into my mouth. It was like earlier, but this time I was ready for it and it didn't burn as much. The smoke felt warm and really relaxing.

One joint later, I was laying on his chest and we were laughing about nothing at all. I didn't know what time it was but it was already dark. I didn't care though, I was finally living like a normal teenager, not worrying about being called psycho for speaking my mind. Tate understood my twisted thoughts and even agreed with them. He was easy to talk to cause he knew exactly where I was coming from.

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Thanks for all the support! I really appreciate all of the votes! It's you guys that keep bringing me back after I get all lazy. Now that it's summer I'm gonna try to stay committed so expect more from me:)