Pretty || cake

he was a mistake

×Calum

"God you are always high, aren't you?" I said, entering Jack's basement, smoke engulfing my lungs.

"It's the best way to be." Jack said, his eyes puffy and red.

"You been crying?" I took a seat on the bean bag chair in front of Jack, waiting for an answer. He inhaled once more from the joint, before crushing it in an ashtray.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Dropped a bowl of Cheeto puffs on my way down the stairs."

I bit back a grin, only containing myself because Jack looked genuinely distraught over this.

"Sorry man."

"Its cool. Where have you been? You left school early."

"So did you."

"But you usually don't. I do."

"I've been at Luke's." I said.

A smirk drew on his face. "Oh? Did he return the favor this time?"

"No, it wasn't like that. He left school too."

"Why?"

After explaining the entire ordeal to Jack, from Michael's beating to Luke and I's conversation, he nodded. High Jack probably isn't going to offer the best advice, but I had to tell someone.

"So you plan on beating your ex up?"

"He's not my ex. He was a mistake."

"Aren't they all?" Jack laughed, leaning back farther in his bean bag.

"No. Not all of them. He's at the top of the list, though."

"Little freshman Calum and Mikey, all that puppy love and gayness."

"You were a freshman too," I shook my head, laughing, "Plus, it wasn't even puppy love. It was more like screaming I love you during sex because dick too bomb."

"That's disgusting."

"That's the truth. Speaking of truth, were you with Tiffany at that bonfire?"

Jack blinked, looking confused. Then he shook his head. "Nah, she said she was sick."

"Jack, do you know where Tiffany is right now?"

Knowing Jack when he's high, he's like on cloud 9. Nothing makes him upset. Nothing. Meaning, it probably won't even sink in that Tiffany is a huge cheater.

"Nope," he said, rolling another blunt on the coffee table in front of him, "I should call her though. We haven't hung out in a while."

"I don't think you should, bud." Jack quirked an eyebrow, lighting the blunt and inhaling. He visibly relaxed, slumping back in his chair with a lazy smile.

"Why not?"

I sighed. "She's cheating on you."

"You're lying." Jack smiled, handing me the joint.

I sighed, knowing that this would happen. "She fucked Michael in the bathroom at the bonfire. She's probably with him right now."

"But she was sick." Jack seemed confused. Dazed.

"No she wasn't."

Everything was quiet and fragile for a moment as I took a hit.

"I'm really glad I'm high right now," He said, his eyes red and puffy from crying over Cheetos and girls, "Because I know I would be a lot sadder if I wasn't."

"It's okay, buddy. I know somewhere we can go." I was starting to feel lighter myself as I took Jack's arm and walked up the stairs.

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check my last update in my rant book, because its a thank you to you guys and you just need to read it

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-momma