Mary looked at me in an unimaginably shocked way, "Your lunch has more calories in it than I have in a week", she announced whilst she scanned over my food with more of a longing glance than a glare of judgement. "Hmm, sounds like more of a you problem, Virgin Mary".
"I'll have you know that I gave Jeremy two hand jobs this holiday at Liz's party. So as a matter of fact I'm working on that title", she snapped and bit into her baby carrots. "I actually think your'e working on getting chlamydia not de-flowered-"
"Shut up! Not all of us lost our virginity at age 11!".
"You two sound like you're about to kill or kiss each other to death", Miller interjected as he and Haji sat next to us at our usual spot outside in the corner of the rugby fields behind some trees.
We sat here everyday for a few reasons. Firstly, other people were simply pieces of shit. Therefore we all denounced ourselves from society and sat here on the nice ground away from all the rats inside. We all smoked in different degrees, different substances, different times and believed that the great outdoors was the best place to account for this due to the trees surrounding us and the lack of human interaction, when the opposite could contribute to expulsion.
I zoned out and answered. I couldn't decide whether or not it was too delayed to the point where it sounded random. I marked this moment with a lumo yellow highlighter in my head and knew I would probably discuss it with myself later for no reason because no one really gave a fuck for fuck's sake. "We kissed once at a party and it was rather sloppy due to Mary's sad virgin status". I pouted my lips while saying this and put on a baby voice.
Mary pretended to vomit, to which I simply replied with an artificial smile and mouthed "Choke on it".
Despite what it appears, Mary was my ride or die. We knew exactly just how much piss we could draw out of each other before giving each other the odd bromance compliment. We were friends for about 2 years and bonded over a predisposition to hate almost everyone around us. Because God, could people be so fucking twat-like.
So, in conclusion, our group was composed of me (Sam) an ordinary statistic of a white girl with a dark sense of humour and love for wearing the most ridiculous outfits you could think of in the most normal and ordinary manner, so I didn't understand why I always got dress-coded.(oftd: big pink platform crocs, baby blue thigh high socks with angels and clouds printed on them, a denim overall dress with a long-sleeved black and white shirt with chains, red futuristic sunglasses and my hair in space buns). Mary was a catholic-raised adopted Nigerian girl who was the most secretly rebellious person, in a way that wasn't in your face, but rather in a way that she would simply dot in the fact that she smoked a little crack on the weekend.
She in fact had never smoked crack (sorry for the example) to my knowledge.
Haji, a practically mute Pakistani girl who somehow fitted perfectly into our group and happened to be the only person Mary had ever loved.
Haji loved her back, but Mary had never stopped. Neither had their hooking up after their break up, and Mary's crying on my shoulder every time after, even despite me telling her to stop doing it because it kept hurting her when we all went back to being friends at the end. Haji had this accepting quiet way about her, she felt like a wise overhanging presence that always made you feel needed. Maybe this was why Mary needed her so much.
And then came Miller, who was Haji's boyfriend of 6 months who spoke more in a day than we had ever heard Haji speak in our lives.
We liked Miller.
He was cool?
He kinda got our humour, and he had a car and "his own place". He had the top floor in his parents house.
But despite what went on between us all, behind the trees was a safe haven that was always there. Whether I sat and smoked alone or we all sat and ate microwave popcorn in a circle.
We had a place we all needed, and felt needed us.
