Somehow it all felt so illicit and strange, nothing new was happening.
The same people, the same place, the same substances, yet…
The evening had started off like all others too with one of us pulling out a spliff before sparking up and passing it round. The party wasn't until 7 so we still had an hour to go and I of course had overdone it again.
I just wanted to be girly for a change. But that's beside the point. As we all started coming to more, and finished fighting through the fog attaching us to the television, we decided it was time.
We all grabbed out coats and started out the door the pub.
Halfway throughout the night we realised how piss drunk we were and I could see it on his face as we all thought the same thing, DON'T TALK ABOUT SEX WITH A TEACHER. Simple really but amongst the spliff and vodka we had forgotten, but who cares we're free…
Shit, we're free. No more school. Ever.
I don't think I like this much.
We all staggered back to the house screaming about killing Pingu or something to that effect and I couldn't stop thinking, this is it. This is all I have left of them. In a few months we wont be here, or at least they wont. I will. Stuck for another year.
We get in and decide to talk until the sun come up or at least until we're sober enough to get more stoned without vomiting on my now sleeping boyfriend, who is passed out, in a suit.
We're three in a bed and I can't help but think if it were I I'd be having sex.
They didn't invite me in initially but came back to bring me with them. We smoke until the sun is blinding us and that's when they start cuddling. I'm too stoned to move and too tired to care but this happens far to often for it to feel this weird.
So there I was, stuck in a bed with two people I'd like to shag, watching them cuddle.
This had happened plenty before.
Somehow it all felt so illicit and strange, nothing new was happening.
The same people, the same place, the same substances, yet…