𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 [BxB] ✔️

8.| The Local Whore [M]

[MATURE]

SKYLAR'S POV

DISCLAIMER: Drug misuse, mild sexual content

''Are you going to pass the fucking lighter or what?''

''It's right fucking next to you, how lazy are you?''

''Lazy enough to tell mom you went out with that 21-year-old guy yesterday.''

My 16-year-old sister Lily sighed. ''I hate you.''

''Love you too sis.'' I flashed her a row of my sharp teeth as she threw the flashing red lighter at me.

I saw her frown as she watched me light my cigarette.

''You really have to stop smoking.''

After taking two puffs I recline on my bed and smile.

''Not gonna happen.''

She rolled her eyes as she started sweeping her books back into her bag.

''Whatever. Thanks for letting me copy your exam notes.''

''De nada.'' I replied.

Then there was a slight pause.

''Get out.''

''Already two steps ahead of you.''

As she slammed my bedroom door shut, I sigh in relief as I pull a bag of weed out of my back pocket.

I was already smoking away at it before she waltzed in without knocking.

Kinda surprised she didn't recognize the smell.

If anything, she probably did but chose to ignore it.

I collapse on my bed, squeezing the back tight to my chest.

I'm not saying that weed is the only thing keeping me alive at the moment...

But that's exactly what I'm saying.

I finger the plastic opening and inhale the sweetness clouding my nostrils.

My sweetness.

My drug.

I've gotten more hooked then ever in the last couple weeks.

I mean, with my cousin being arrested last year, I can't seem to concentrate on anything.

I mean for god's sakes, my 'safe place' is my fucking bed because for some fucking reason its some kind of magical place where I suddenly remember everything that I was supposed to do.

At this point I've just kind of stopped giving a fuck.

My phone suddenly buzzed.

Who the fuck-

Of course.

Daniel.

This little bitch.

First, he rats me out in second period and now he's texting me?