Outside by Nicole Sewell

Author:Nicole Sewell [Sewell, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Loomis Park Press LLC
Published: 2016-01-28T04:00:00+00:00

“I come bearing gifts,” Drew says when we’re safely in my room. He fishes a zip-lock bag of dark green bud out of the pocket in his cargo shorts.

“Thank god,” I mutter, turning on the TV across from my bed before going to the window on the far wall and opening it. Down below, in the backyard, I watch Christine float around the pool on a raft while she cackles on her phone. I hope you drown, bitch.

Fifteen minutes later we start playing Madden and I barely remember what happened this morning.

I don’t smoke much. Especially after all that shit with Brittany sophomore year. On days like today, though, I always make an exception.

By one o’clock, I’m starving. Sneaking downstairs, I check the driveway and the garage. Dad and Christine’s cars are gone.

“All clear,” I shout up to Drew.

He thunders down the stairs and we raid the fridge, eating everything that looks remotely edible.

“You going to that youth group thing tonight?” Drew asks around a mouthful of ham and cheese sandwich.

I shake my head, but it takes me a second to remember why I’m not going. “I’m taking Alaina to a movie.” Stoner paranoia grips me and my eyes dart to the clock on the stove: 1:11. I still have five hours to sober up and get ready.

“That cult girl? Holly’s cousin?” Drew’s already squinty eyes narrow even further. “How’s that gonna work? She’ll never let you bang her, dude.”

Scowling, I say, “I’m not trying to bang her.”

Drew smirks. “She’s pretty hot if you can get past the fucked up clothes.” As an afterthought, he adds, “I’d bang her.”

Dumping the crumbs in the bottom of the potato chip bag into my mouth, I wad it up. “You’d bang a hole in your mattress if you had enough lube.”

He snorts. “No need. I’m pretty sure Holly is DTF.”

I throw the chip bag at his face. It bounces off his forehead and lands in the bowl of ice cream he’s eating simultaneously with his sandwich. “Did you really just say DTF? Who says that?”

He grins, digging a bite out of the bowl without removing the chip bag. “I say that.”

I take a shower a while later, leaving Drew to smoke another bowl in my room. The hot water kills the rest of my buzz and by the time I’m getting dressed, I’m completely sober.

“Hit this,” he says, holding the bowl out to me as I walk out of my bathroom and pull my shirt on.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You think she’ll dress Amish? Maybe you should like, grow a beard real quick so y’all will match.” He laughs in that annoying, high-pitched stoner giggle.

“Ain’t you supposed to be at that church thing in an hour?” I ask, scowling at him.

He shrugs. “I got Visine. I’m good.” He’s still holding the bowl out to me.

I take it from him and then hand it back without actually hitting it. Oblivious, he lights it and takes another hit.

Dumbass.

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