tried to play it off with a teasing tone.
Walking side by side, I merely shrugged. I wasn’t ready to talk about my relationship with Brody, though. It was no one’s business but mine. “I grew up with him. He’s not so bad.”
Done talking about Brody and anything in between, I cocked my head to the side, wondering where his friends were. From the looks of things, there were a lot of people in the driveway, and parked cars stretched almost a mile away down the street. Frowning, I wondered who all these people were.
“So … um … Do you remember where your friends parked?” I wasn’t sure if he was high or stoned as fuck. He didn’t seem it, but those days, anyone could play it off well.
“I got you. No need to worry your pretty little head.”
Sure enough, his group of friends that consisted of four men, not including us, were parked in their SUV with the back popped open and two stoned looking yet friendly men were lighting a joint while the other two were passionately talking about a concert they had seen the other night. When they saw us approach, they didn’t even stall their activities to greet us. They simply went on as if we weren’t there until Rob lazily introduced me.
“You sure about this?” Rob addressed me in a serious manner. “‘Cause, once you do, I mean, I’ll be here if you guilt trip yourself. You know, shit happens, but there won’t be any going back after this.”
Did I look like a child who wasn’t capable of making a damn decision? Of course I knew there was no going back after this. I wasn’t stupid. I went out with him for a reason, and that was that.
“Trust me, if there will be a guilt trip involved, you won’t be the person I’d run to. So you’re pretty much safe with me.”
He shrugged, grinning. “Just sayin’. You look like a nice chick; just don’t get hooked on things like these, okay? Partying and having fun with it is always cool and chill, but don’t seek it out because you’re bored and shit. I’m not down for that.”
He was such a worrywart. Who would have thought?
“Thanks for the advice, but none needed,” I assured him confidently. Let’s face it; the only way of getting over an addiction was with another addiction as a distraction, so I wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up. Besides, I was only going to be young once. Best I lived it to the fullest.
“You here to score some, babe?” The man who had hollered at Rob earlier gave me an inquisitive look.
When Rob answered for me, I gave him a smile just to indicate that I came in peace and had all the intentions of being a bad girl tonight. He basically liked me enough that he magically produced a paper plate with some scattered powder all over it.
Situating the thin plate on the trunk’s platform, he then made two small lines that reminded me of powdery looking airstrips. Producing a white straw that was cut short, an inch and a half long, his willing friend then gave me the green light in a form of a curt nod, signaling I was good to take off.
Perhaps the alcohol in my system made me find amusement in these things, but hell, life was already serious enough. If I had to take it any more seriously, I would end up crazy, so it was good to find some fun here and there, and right that instant, that was the best I could do. Maybe it would loosen me up and have me not caring so much about my parents.
Rob was rather enthusiastic about trying to show me how to do it like a champ. I basically shoved him to the side so I could do it my way. I had seen films and had an idea on how it was done. How hard could snorting this sugar be?
My thoughts momentarily seized as I slouched over and situated the plastic straw in my right nostril before lining up to the right snowy lane. Not giving my mind a chance to think, I sniffed as hard as I could, running the straw down the straight line, engulfing all of its powdery goodness.
Taking a moment as I took out the straw, I instantly felt the fiery burn that ran from my nose all the way to my brain then to my body. It was something I had