"Have a drink" Michael says in a deep voice. He sits down beside me. "I heard you and your friend talk about me alot."
I smiled awkwardly. How did he know?
Oh well, Tris.
"I-It's not that we talk about you..." I stuttered. Damn it, I sound so awkward. "It's just your hair is—"
"Cool?" He interrupts. "Everyone says that."
"Yeah." I blushed. "Thanks for the drink."
After we drank, Michael asked me to go to the rooftop. I always knew he smoked, Well, He's eyes though looks red from being high.
"So... " He says. "Are you from my school?"
"No. Me and my grandmother lived here for like a month or something" I said. "I'll continue my senior year this year."
"Here, have some." He smiles as he hands me something. "That's marijuana."
"Huh?" I chuckled. "I never smoked weed, or get high."
" Have one." He insists. "It'll be fun, I swear." So I tried. I suddenly felt dizzy and unconcious.
Idiot.
1am
My eyes are closed but I can hear Mia and Michael talking.
"You're high." Mia says. "I'll take her home."
"No, I'll take her." Michael protested. "It's my fault. It's just her first time. I won't do anything to her, I promise."
"Michael?" I opened my eyes, couple of teenagers looking at us. I got up, drank the bottle of booze at the table. "It's okay."
"It's not. Tris told me to." He, then, drags me out of the place. Michael opened the mini van Tris' father owned. "I got the keys. Just sleep at the backseat." So I did. I can end up at his flat, or my house. I don't know.
8am
I woke up at his room. Michael was sleeping downstairs. His parents at the table, drinking coffee and reading newspapers. Michael woke up and rushed upstairs.
"Your parents are downstairs" I hissed.
"Don't worry." He says. "We'll go to the backyard, and you can drive straight to your house."
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"Hey," I said before I leave. "Thanks for tonight."
"No problem." Michael smirks
"I'm Eleanor." I handed him a piece of paper. "Here's my number."
