Obedient School |D•L

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Mercedes P.O.V

My lips wrapped around the large blunt as I sat beside Derek on his plush couch. I inhaled the THC into my lungs before leaning my head back and releasing a large cloud of smoke.

I passed the backwood to Derek as I watched him contently. He placed the leaf between his lips before taking a large inhale, allowing the smoke to invade his lungs.

His eyebrows slightly pulled together as he nodded his head toward me, indicating for me to move closer to him. Once I was sitting directly infront of Derek, he grabbed my chin pulling my face closer to his before connecting our lips.

He began to slowly exhale, emptying out the smoke that once hijacked his lungs into my mouth.

We slowly pulled apart as I blow the smoke out into the atmosphere.

(For those of you who are confused, they just did a shotgun)

I let out a slight laugh as I readjusted my positioning so that my head was now laying on Derek's lap.

He looked down at me, as I looked up at him. His lips raised up into a smile as he observed my delighted figure.

"What?" He asked buoyantly

I slightly closed my eyes as more laughter left my lips.

"What type of teacher smokes weed and gets high with their student?" I asked as he inhaled more smoke from the blunt between his lips.

"What type of teacher fucks their students?" He asked as he exhaled the smoke, blowing it directly in my face.

"Not a very good one" I coughed, causing him to crack a smile.

Our conversations fell silent, and the only sounds that were heard was the faint voice of Pnd playing in the back ground and the occasional ignition of a flame upon the lighter.

"You have trust issues." I blurted after a long moment of silence.

"What?" His raspy voice spoke with confusion.

"You have trust issues." I repeated.

"Mhmmm." He hummed as he ran his fingers through the roots of my hair.

"Why?" I asked curiously "Why do I have trust issues?" He questioned furrowing his eyebrows, before handing me the bud of the joint.

I nodded my head as I took a fairly large inhale from the bud, completely finishing it off.

He slightly taps the back of my head, indicating for my to sit up. Once I did so he then sat himself up and began to open up a pack of swishers, before packing the leaf with more stimulant.

"Mercedes, why do you have trust issues?" He questioned as he focused on piling the weed onto the rolling paper.

"Because nobody these days are worth trusting in." I replied, letting out a huff of air.

"Why's that?" He asked as he began moving the lighter down each side of the freshly rolled blunt in order to seal it.

"Everyone in my life has fucked me over and betrayed my trust. It's almost like nobody can fucking stay loyal now adays. Everybody is so damn fake, it's almost impossible to find someone loyal and someone that will keep it real with you a hundred percent of the time."

He leaned his body back, relaxing himself on the sofa as he nodded his head; placing the leaf between his lips and lighting the end.

"So that's why I have trust issues." I huffed.

He blew smoke from his lungs as he handed me the effervescent blunt

"What about you?" I questioned as I placed the blunt between my lips and began to inhale the smoke into my lungs.

Just as I took that hit, I instantly felt joyous and more at peace with the universe.

Oh this that loud shit?

"Trust is something I never learned how to do." He started as I stared directly at him, taking continuous hits from the blunt.

"My family was very poor growing up. My dad was an abusive heroine addict and my mother committed suicide when I was 7. She had 4 kids and she left us all to deal with an impulsive druggie of a father." He spoke.

Is he opening up to me?

"I loved my mother, we had the closest relationship. But then she killed herself and left me to find her body. After that moment I knew I couldn't trust anyone, if my own mother could leave me then any one could. So my guard has been up ever since." He explained as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, applying moisture.

"What about your other siblings?" I question as I blew out clouds of smoke.

"I have two little sisters and an older brother. My brother is in jail for battery charges and my baby sister ran away and disconnected all contact from all of us, so I only really have a relationship with my other sister Delany." He paused before continuing.

"She's the only one who has been there through everything. We only really have each other, she's my best friend."

I took one last inhale before placing the blunt between my teeth and standing up. I walked towards Derek's slumped figure, before straddling his lap.

" you have me, I wouldn't dare to leave you." I emphasized as a faint smile appeared on his now despairing expression.

His hands rested on each side of my hips as I placed the blunt between my index and middle finger.

"I would've never guessed that you've been hurt so badly, your scars run so deep yet their so beautiful" I spoke as I looked down at him, looking him directly in his eyes.

I don't know if he's opening up to me because we're both high, but at this very moment I could see all the hurt and vulnerability in his honey brown eyes.

Somehow I managed to get lost in the beauty of his sadness in which was hidden so deeply.

He rose his hand, and lightly grabbed my chin as he slowly connected his soft lips to mine.

Our lips moved in a slow and passionate sync before pulling apart, allowing us to drown in our own frangibility.