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The drive back to the house was silent. I didn't really know what to say so I just stayed silent until we got home. We hopped out of the car and once Dom opened the door, I went upstairs and straight to one of the guest rooms, closing and locking the door.

I placed my stuff down on the bed with a sigh and walked to the bathroom, turning the shower on. I walked back to the room and took the tube out of my front pocket, looking at it, then placing it under one of the pillows.

I didn't want one of the guys finding it and taking it away from me. Putting it under the pillow wasn't the best hiding spot, but I'd look for a better spot after I showered.

I quickly put some stuff away in the closet, then grabbed a towel and got in the shower. I took about a half hour shower, then got out and dressed into a bigger, warmer, black hoodie with black pajama pants. It's not like I was going to leave the house, anyway so I wanted to be comfortable.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had to talk with Amir and the four others. I immediately felt nerves begin to build up, and the only way that I knew I was going to be able to calm down was by smoking. I was still a little bit high from earlier in the morning, but almost two hours had already passed by so it was wearing off.

I reached under my pillow and took out the short, clear tube, uncapping the top and bringing it up to my nose. I inhaled, then hummed, pulling out one of the pre-rolls and looking for a lighter in my duffle-bag. When I found it, I pulled it out and walked around the bed to get to the window.

Opening it up, I managed to take the screen off and I placed it down, pulling out the blunt from my pocket along with the lighter. I lit the end and brought it up to my lips, inhaling deeply, then blowing out of the window as I leaned on the windowsill.

The only thing I could was the outside of Alvaro, Felix, and Ollie's house. It was a bit farther away, so I was able to see the backyard and the front yard at the same time.

I could feel my whole body begin to feel heavier after a few hits to the blunt which made me chuckle. My eyelids felt heavier too, so I knew that my eyes were going to be droopy and glossy. I put the end of the blunt out and placed it back into the tube, capping the top off. I put the screen back into place, then shut the window.

The odor of weed still somehow managed to get inside of the room, so I sprayed it with some air freshener that I grabbed from under the sink. My clothes most likely reeked the most of weed, but I was too lazy to change out of them. Spraying air freshener or cologne wasn't going to mask the smell much. No matter how much I were to spray, I'd still be able to smell the stench of weed on me.

I hid the tube of blunts in the closet in one of the pair of shoes, then turned the light off. I walked out of my room and closed it, chuckling quietly to myself as I thought about how I was going to go down the stairs.

I reached the top and placed my hand on the railing, stepping down slowly, but snorted when I thought about just rolling down the stairs instead.

"No...I'll break my back..." I mumbled to myself and went down the stairs slowly, holding onto the rail tightly every time I almost slipped.

Once I reached the bottom with a hop, I gave myself a high-five and walked towards the living room. I looked up when the voices stopped and looked around, seeing that the guys were talking to Amir and the four others in the kitchen.

Marco stared at me, then walked closer, looking down at me. He pulled the front of my hoodie up to his nose and sniffed, scowling as he pushed me back.

"You smoked, didn't you?!"

I nodded and he just glared at me, his eyes getting darker. "You have no fucking idea how disappointed I am in you, Xavier. How Manuel and I are disappointed in you. Turning to drugs and alcohol to help you cope better with a mental condition? Really?! There's better ways to deal with PTSD, Xavier. It just makes me so upset that you helped Manuel and I get over our addictions, but you turned to alcohol and drugs for help instead of coming to us."

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