Cigarettes.

01

Saffira

I had struggled putting on my sleek black platform heels as I had received a text from my friends they were here to pick me up. I don't normally like dressing up unless if completely necessary, and tonight was necessary for a little dressing up.

You'd expect me to be going to a family party or dinner, but i was invited to a Frat Party, like always. I'm the life of the party some say to me. Hooking up, smoking, and drinking have become routine for me every weekend. When school is over for the day, I party. I party till i can't no more.

"Hey girlies," I say smiling as I get into the front seat of my friends car. Her name was Madeline and she has been there for me since I had first joined college. She was my shoulder to lean on and more importantly my drinking buddy. She had her blond hair cascading down her shoulders while wearing a revealing black leather dress that hugged her thighs and upper butt. She looked pretty, no wonder why she was the college slut.

On the other hand, I dressed more formally, although I party more and get more boys than she'll ever get. My tan colored dress matched my skin tone and my long curly hair lay over my shoulders with the most exaggerated golden hoop earrings peeking through. We looked badass, I guess we both are expecting to get laid, like always.

"You look sexy, Saf," Madeline spoke up and hit the gas to propel us forwards. I heard the other girls behind me in the backseat compliment me and whisper to themselves. They were friends with Madeline, thankfully not me because they wouldn't be able to handle me unlike Madeline does. Madeline and I have different groups of friends, which in my book is fine. I dislike her friends anyways.

I had found a liquor bottom near my feet and had picked it up and started drinking. As long as I wasn't driving I guess I'll be fine.

"Already drinking Saffira?" A girl from the back asked. She was Claire. Clumsy Claire, I like calling her. I simply nodded while downing the entire bottle in seconds. I can drink liquor like it's water. I don't know if that's a bad thing but once it's in my system, I go hard and play hard.

By the time we made it to the frat house, everyone in the car had pooped out and it left me and Madeline being the last ones out. I threw my bottle into the yard of the house and laughed alongside her.

"I'm so ready to partyyy," I say with a small hiccup. Madeline snickered as she linked arms with me and guided my half drunk ass inside the infested house of druggies, drunks, and whores.

An hour and a half had gone by like nothing. All I remember is drinking a lot of alcohol and downing many shots. I was very intoxicated. It didn't help I was smoking cigarettes and joints through it all too. By now I had lost Madeline and I didn't even care. Too drunk to realize anything going on around me, I could have cared less about my friend. She ditched me anyway, or maybe I did. I can't remember.

But now i could be found curled up on a couch, making out with some random guy. He was hot. That's all I remember about him. He seemed to have stuck around me since I first arrived, he offered me drinks, joints, and other drugs, and at this point I mind as well call him my lover. Everything I want a man to give me right there in front of me, mouth fucking my lips.

I pulled away from him laughing and a light rush came to my head. I felt the guys hands graze my one exposed arm and I felt shivers. I forgot to ask him his name but at that very moment I didn't care. Now I took a good look at him. He was dreamy. Deep chocolate brown eyes, brown hair and freckles. He had worn a short sleeved shirt that exposed his tattoos painting his arms. He was sexy. That I can say in my intoxicated state.

But before I found myself all over him again, I heard the voice of Madeline in my ear.

"Hey I'm leaving," she said. I was half listening. I looked up at her seeing a guy clung to her body, raining kisses on her neck, face, and shoulders. His hands were groping her ass. She giggled and before I could reply, she was gone. She was my ride home.

I somberly looked over at the handsome guy I was making out with just a few moments ago.

"I'm guessing she was your ride?" He asked me into my ear so I could hear him.

"Yea, that whore was," i reply while hiccuping. He smiled to my response. I hungrily eyed the man before me. Biting my lip, he all of a sudden looked even more delicious to me than before.

I found myself kissing him again, I had closed the space between us and lifted a leg over his, cementing him in place. He had wrapped an arm around my waist, the other at the back of my head, pulling my face closer to his. His lips ran over mine sloppily, and soon I charged in with my tongue into his mouth. My drunk state couldn't keep up and soon I had found my hand wondering dangerously close to the mans bulge. I wanted him, my unconscious self new that for sure.

I heard him moan against my mouth and before long, his lips departed from mine just before my hand could slip past his pants zipper.

"I can take you home, we can continue this there," he spoke softly, but his voice was like a drug and made my head spin.

I responded, I had no idea what I had said. My words were slurred and I hiccuped at the end. He blinked but he must have comprehended because the next thing I knew, he grabbed hold of my hand and tugged me towards the exit.

I walked close behind him, clinging to his arm while his hand stayed securely to my own. Once we had made it out, I stopped on the porch.

"I need a smoke," I slurred and fumbled through my bag for my box of cigarettes, but I couldn't find my lighter. "Where the fuck is my lighter?" I yelled at my bag, as if it were a person.

The guy laughed at me and soon I had his black lighter with a red flame on it in my hand. Lightly my cigarette after a few failed attempts of flipping the lighter on, a white cloud of smoke flew out my mouth and the sensation of the smoke made me shudder.

"Anyways, you're like" (I blew out smoke) "really hot. What's your name?"

By now he had his own cigarette lit and we stood smoking together. No one else was in sight, everything was going on inside. It was dark with nothing but the porch light and the hue from our cigarettes lighting up the area for us.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, the handsome man replied and flicked his cigarette out of his hand into the grass.

"My name is Tiger. Don't you forget it," and with that said, he quickly came at me with a white cloth in his hand and I was out like a light.