Gunpowder and Satin ; BW

1.2

"I broke my step dads arm last night." I blew the smoke out from my mouth, handing the joint back to William.

"Holy shit." He gasped taking a hit, coughing harshly, "What'd he do to deserve it?"

I smacked my lips, taking the spliff from his fingers, "What didn't he do is the question."

"I don't get it, bro. Shouldn't you be happy you stuck it to him?" William quirked an eyebrow at me, checking the time on his phone.

Both of us were currently skipping first hour to get high underneath the school bleachers, something we did regularly the teachers and principal turned their backs to it after so long. Clearly detention and phone calling home wasn't going to change our behavior they kinda just gave up.

"I mean, yeah. But I've never been able to break someone's arm. I mean, my reflexes last night were never that good." I explained taking a few puffs.

"Look, anyone can break an arm if done correctly. Hell, I could probably break your arm right now." Will snickered, taking the outstretched joint from my fingers.

"Yeah," I forced out a laugh, feeling the high I was chasing go down hill as it began fading. William looked high off his ass as he took the last few hits from the joint till it was out, tossing it to the ground carelessly.

"Come on, second period bell is going to start soon." The shaggy haired blond stood up swinging his backpack over his shoulders, popping a few mints into his mouth.

He offered me some and I took a few, popping them in my mouth as I grabbed my bag, following him towards the school.

"You really think anyone can break an arm?" I asked biting my lip.

Will rolled his eyes, stopping us just outside the door, "Y/n, stop overthinking this. You broke the fuckers arm, congrats. And maybe the whole reflex thing was an adrenaline rush. Look, you need to get your mind off this and I know just the thing." He smirked at me at the end.

I furrowed my eyebrows, waiting for the stoned boy to continue his thought.

"There's a party at Eddies house tonight. Banging girls, alcohol and weed my friend. Clear your head real quick." Will smiled as if he was looking back more reckless times.

"Will, you know how I feel about parties." I sighed.

Will scoffed, "Come on, one night is all I'm asking. Imagine all the girls that would fuck you, dude!"

"Will, really?" I scoffed.

"All I'm saying is you're desirable dude. Girls dig the broken home, my daddy left me I have trauma shit." Will chuckled gripping my shoulder, "So, you coming?"

I let out a deep breath through my nose, knowing he wasn't going to give up unless I said I was going, "Sure, I'll go."

"YES!" Will cheered doing a little dance. The bell rang letting us know that second period had started and both of us were going to be late. I pushed open the doors and made my way inside, wishing this day could be over with already.

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Lunchtime rolled around and I made my way down the center isle, holding my sack of lunch in one hand. The headphones in my ears were ripped out, a body colliding with mine.

I caught the girl from almost falling, looking up to see her lunch in the air and falling down fast. The faded blue lunch tray landed in my hand with ease, my reflexes kicking in as I caught the rest of her food, landing on the tray neatly.