Star-Crossed

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE.

ALEXANDER

"Oh my motherfucking god! That was so motherfucking cool!"

Brianna was yelling behind me, thinking I did this for her but I did that for myself.

I completely zoned out and walked all the way to my car.

"Where are you going?" She asked me. "The principal is probably going to want to talk to you about what happened."

"I don't give a fuck." I said, opening my truck door before looking at her. "You coming or not?"

She smiled and got in. Something was angry in me at how easy it was for me to talk her into ditching with me.

I drove off, not even knowing where I was going.

"Take me somewhere." I told her.

"Where?"

"Just somewhere I can get high again." I almost sounded just like the lowlives in my school, but I was actually at a low point in my life.

"Okay." She excitedly said before giving me directions. I called my work, telling them I was sick and couldn't make it that day.

We arrived at a small house. There was a broken window that was taped up by mechanical tape. I could literally smell the weed just walking up the steps.

Brianna walked in without knocking. There were about six people in the living room, all high or drunk. It was evident by the way their eyes were red and half closed, and they were sloppily sitting down.

There was one guy talking to a plant, and one girl that was half naked and passed out on the floor.

"Hey Kevin!" She greeted who I assumed was the leader of the house. He looked up from watching 'The Simpsons' and smiled when he saw her.

"Kevin, this is Alex. Alex, this is my older brother Kevin." She introduced us.

"What's up, man?" He simply said, and kept his eyes on the television.

"Let's go up to my room." Brianna grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

Everywhere in this house was messy. There were things scattered all around and I tripped on stuff a few times.

Her room was mostly red and black, with papers of sketches all around her room. She had five mattresses stacked up for a bed, that only had one sheet and one pillow.

"This is my room." She announced awkwardly, before kicking off her black boots.

She sat down on her bed and took out two joints from under it. She took it out of the plastic bag and offered me one.

"Thanks." I thanked her before sitting down next to her.

It felt weird to sit on another girls bed, with her next to me. The me before Sky would've already taken off her clothes, but I didn't have an interest on her.

Brianna lit both of our joints and I laid down on my back while smoking it. The silence, the darkness of her room and the weed helped that image of Sky and my father vanish away.