When Evan Myers' summer fling with a girl is discovered by her parents, she is sent to spend her last year of high school states away with relatives in an attempt to 'set her straight'.
However, their plan ends up backfiring when she pursues a rela...
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MILES TEXTED ME AND TOLD ME THAT HE JUST GOT SOME WEED FROM HIS DEALER, AND THAT HE WANTS TO GET HIGH WITH ME. I reminded him that it was a school night, and he told me that he didn't care and that he was on his way to pick me up from my house. I don't remember ever giving him my address. But nonetheless, when he arrived, I got in the car.
"Are you picking Cassidy up too?" I asked as I pulled my seatbelt on.
"Nah, she's on a date with this guy in her french class." He mumbled as he pulled back onto the road, and from the tone in his voice he seemed pretty perturbed about it. "Can you believe it, she didn't even tell me she had a date. I didn't even know she was taking french."
I shot him a look. "Are you more upset about her going on a date or that she's taking french?"
He laughed at my words, shaking his head as he did, probably realizing how ridiculous he sounded. "Definitely the date." He paused for a moment to focus on the road, but I interjected before he got a chance to speak again.
"Are you jealous that it's not you?" I teased, nudging him with my elbow.
He snorted. "God, no. I love Cass but if I ever found myself ever catching feelings for her, I'd run on a football field of legos as punishment."
"That was oddly specific." I commented. "But Cass is gorgeous, why wouldn't you?"
"Friendships of the opposite sex are sacred." He said adamantly and full of confidence; almost as if God Himself wrote it in the Bible. "Resist temptations or you ruin a good thing because you couldn't keep your genitals in your pants."
"Very perceptive, but very true." I agreed as I kicked my feet up on the dashboard, which doesn't last long as far as comfort goes because he quickly swatted my feet down.
"No scuff marks." He said. "This is my step-dad's car."
I exhaled a sigh at the lack of a moment's contentment, but proceed to speak nonetheless. "But I get you, though. My best friend is ridiculously attractive but I refuse to let chemistry ruin a good thing, you know? A friendship is better than a potentially doomed relationship that you can't come back from."
"Shit, that's deep." He looked at me out the corner of his eyes. "We're not even high yet and you're already spouting off some Gandhi shit."
"You haven't seen anything yet." I joked, grinning as I did. "I'll start reciting cliche 2011 Tumblr quotes once I'm high."
"Please don't." His tone resembled a beg.
He drives me to some shady, empty parking lot, which sets off some weird vibes because the last thing we needed to be doing was smoking out in the open in a populated place like New York City, empty parking lot or not. Despite that, he begins removing the already rolled joints from a bag and hands me one.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked as I take it from him and fish in my pocket for my lighter.
"Don't sweat it." He shook his head as he placed his between his lips, waiting for me to finish with the lighter.
