Alex's P.O.V.
I stood in the door way of the local grocery store. I am stoned. Completely and utterly stoned out of my mind. I aimlessly wander up and down the aisles trying to find something to decently satisfy myself.
"Alex?" I heard a familiar voice spoke from the end of the aisle.
I quickly moved my head to face where the voice had come from. I squint my eyes to see a tall boy with dark hair and tan skin.
"Oh." I look at him in disappointment.
"What are you doing here?"
"Food." I look at his unusually put-together outfit. "What, you work here?" I giggled slightly.
"I do."
"Well I'll just get my food and be on my way." I smirk while grabbing a bag of chips. He walks closer and takes in a deep breath.
"Are you high?"
"Why are you sniffing me you fucking freak." I shot a glare at him.
"How come every time we cross paths you are on something?"
"How come the two times we've crossed paths you're always like a stick up my ass?" With that I walk to the old lady working the register who looked like she was about to fall over and die right then and there.
Jack's P.O.V.
"I feel like I'm drowning in guilt." I sigh into the phone.
"It's fine man, what she doesn't know wont kill her." Jake said trying to calm me down.
"Well what she doesn't know is killing me."
"Wow then this is metaphorical suicide."
"It's not like I can forget it either because she's like a ticking time bomb walking around campus. She's probably even living in the same dorm building."
"Why don't you just tell her then get it done and over with, like ripping off a band-aid."
"What do you want to see a version of modern Romeo and Juliet or something?"
"You're the one who fucked up here, not me."
"Whatever I'll see you in class." I end the call and drop my phone onto my lap.
I let my head fall back onto the couch and I looked up at the popcorned ceiling. I let out a big sigh and closed my eyes for what it seemed like minutes.
"Jack?" I heard a voice hovering over me.
I opened my eyes to see none other than Tiffany. She looked worried and some what pissed off. She then crossed her arms and looked at me with what seemed like fire in her eyes.
"Whats wrong, babe?"
"Don't babe me. I called you and texted you about fifty times and you can't even answer me? I thought something happened to you-" She paused slightly cooling down. "you brought someone home?"
"Sit down, please." I grabbed her hand.
"You stand up."
I stood up and looked down at her. It was difficult to take her seriously when she was looking up at me. It was like talking to an angry child. But I soon snapped out of my thoughts when I realized, I had to tell her.
