A throbbing in my head and a loud beeping of the alarm on my phone had woken me up. Groaning I groggily checked the bright screen to see 6:50 in white numbers.
"Shit," I mumbled. Still slightly drunk from the night before I grabbed my work clothes. The warm water of the shower woke me up a little and I rushed through my morning routine. Feeling refreshed and ready to go to work I got in my car.
I got a little bit of money feelin' my pockets
Roll around like I run this shit
I got a system filled up with toxins
I been broken hearted and I was fuck that bitch
Getting high to deal with my problems
Mac Miller poured loudly from the speakers in my car. I pulled up to the empty parking lot of my job. Since I ended up being a couple of minutes early I grabbed the dab pen in the couple holder and took a few long drags off of it. Next came the eye drops which helped with the glazed over red eyes weed usually gave me.
I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. Deciding not to have any distractions at work I turned it off without even looking at the messages.
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"I'll see you guys later," I called out to my coworkers. My shift had been grueling, 10 hours running around can make anyone feel exhausted. The apron wrapped around me was stained, my feet sore, and my hair smelled like the chocolate chip cookies that were constantly baking at the restaurant.
As I reached my car I tore off my apron and the orange hat containing my hair. When the key was in the ignition I finally turned on my phone only to be bombarded with missed calls and unread messages. My stoner friend Ally texted me seeing if I was down to blaze, my friend Stephanie wanted to go party, and lastly I saw a message from an unknown number. The message simply said Hey it's Dylan, any plans for tonight?
Instead of replying I ignored everyone and drove home with my speakers blaring in an effort to keep myself awake. Right as I arrived and threw myself into bed the familiar sound of my ringtone started playing.
"Ugh," I groaned out. Grabbing the vibrating phone from my back pocket I saw Stephanie's face on the screen.
"What's up?" I mumbled out.
"What're you doing right now?" Her perky voice answered.
"Trying to sleep. I just got off of work, and NO I am not going to that party with you tonight." I had already anticipated her asking me and I was in no mood to party. The past 2 weeks had been filled with nothing but partying, drinking, and drugs.
"Pretty please," she whined out. "I have a bottle of blueberry vodka for us and I'll let you borrow those jeans that make your ass look great."
If I was being honest I really could use a shot, or the whole damn bottle. I was really in no mood to go out though. The colorful lights, loud music, hot boys (and girls) were fun at first. But gradually the charm that frat parties and house parties held had wore off. I got tired of socializing and getting drunk in front of total strangers.
Sighing I replied, "How about we just drink by ourselves tonight? I can come pick you up in 30, Dylan texted me so I can have him bring a friend and we can go down to the dock and get wasted there."
"Alright deal! But don't fall asleep on me like you did last time. I already got ready and my eyeliner is looking even for once in my life."
"You got it," I laughed out hanging up the phone.
Shooting a text to Dylan I shimmied into a clean pair of jeans and pulled a tight fighting long sleeve over my head. I applied a fresh layer of makeup and sprayed perfume to my neck and wrists. Right as I was lacing up my worn out vans my phone pinged.
Hector and I are going to head over there now. I'm excited to see you ;)
I was excited too, but not to see Dylan. If anything I was more excited to see that bottle of blueberry vodka. But that message from him confirmed my plans. I grabbed my keys and headed over to Stephanie's house.
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10/9/19
