Allyson POV
For once someone actually remebered my name. For once someone actually talked to me. And for once someone actually needed me for something besides homework answers. I needed Jc Caylen. And I hated it. I felt like a dog on a leash. He was my owner and I was a lost puppy who was happy that someone actually noticed me. True, I just got kicked out of my dream college that I worked so hard to get into. But I was happy for some reason. I was glad that I got kicked out. I know that sounded crazy, but life was crazy with Jc. In fact Jc and I were laying on a motel bed naked. We had just finished round two of rough sex and we were covered in both sweat and hickeys. My father, if he saw me would have killed me, disowned me even. But it felt good. Like I said, I felt right to be with Jc.
I placed the blunt in between my lips and let out a puff.
"Who knew in two weeks I could turn you into a crack head?"
I rolled my eyes. I was just enjoying this blunt.
He ran his fingers through my hair. "We're fucked."
I laughed, because I was high. "Yea Jc we just fucked."
"No you crack head. We're fucked. We just got kicked out of a good school and we have zero education. And now your smoking like Bob Marley."
He wasn't laughing now, and neither was I. Why did it take me two weeks to realize that we were fucked.
