So I know that I said I wouldn't update until I had some reviews, but I just couldn't help myself.
Warning: This story is going to contain some mature content but not enough to make it 'M'... Yet. So if that's going to be a problem I'm sorry :/

After we got finished with our gigglefest, I walked over to Jerome. He looked down at me and started smiling. I reached up and grabbed his collar, pulling him down to my level. Breathing lightly in his ear.

I leaned into him and whispered, "If you put my panties back on or in my bag, I won't embarrass you in front of Mara. Seeing as you seem to like her and all."

He looked at me with a shocked expression then he started to blush. When I looked back towards my bags, I saw a pair of black lace boycuts sitting on top of one of them. They stood out against the teal of the bags. I looked up at him with a smirk on my face.

I heard an annoyed sound from the other side of the room. When I looked over, Mara looked like she could chew up and eat nails. Damn, her glare was giving me hypothermia.

Instead of being subtle about it, I just blurted out, "Are you guys a thing or something? Because I'm feeling a chill and I don't think it's the air."

They both looked at me with matching expressions. Finally Jerome broke the awkward silence by saying, "No she's with the guy that you walked into the house with, Mick. I, on the other hand, am completely and totally single. And looking."

I blushed a little bit and tugged on the ends of my hair. Then I looked over at Mara.

"Why do you care if we're together or not?" Mara asked me, still looking pissed off. I swear she could freeze ice with that stare, bro.

I sat there thinking about that question. Why did I care so fucking much? It's not like I even know either of them that well, so why do I even have to stand here and think about this. Then I remembered his beautiful blue eyes and that gorgeous smile and started to rethink this whole situation. But he's a dick. Right?

Shit, I have been totally spacing out and they were both looking at me. I tried to come up with a clever remark but all I had was, "I just thought that it would be a good idea to know who all's in a relationship and such so I didn't cause any unneeded drama by flirting with someone's man."

Good save, Lili. Good save; it almost sounded like a lie. Almost. I could tell by the way Jerome was smiling at me that he totally knew about the argument I just had in my head. But thank god Mick busted into the room and shouted at Mara.

"What?" she shouted back angrily.

"Geez, my teeth are chattering, babe. What's your problem?" he asked looking like a kicked puppy.

"Nothing, I'm sorry," she said. Then she turned to me, her glare completely gone, "I'm sorry to you too Lili. I don't want you to think that I'm some psycho bitch or anything. Because I'm totally not. I promise."

After they had walked out, I was alone in my room with Jerome. I walked over to my bag and pulled out a smaller yellow and purple striped bag. It held my pot. I looked at Jerome and tried to figure out if I could trust him. But in the end I just said fuck it and pulled out a blunt.

He stared at it, mystified. Then I punched him in the shoulder and said, "Well, are you going to watch the door or are you just going to stand there and look at me all day?"

"You smoke marijuana?" he whispered over to me.

"Yes, is that a problem? Because if it bothers you I can leave you in here and go outside to do it," I said, placing the blunt back in my bag.

"It doesn't bother me, I just think that it's really unattractive," Jerome said, looking completely disgusted.

I lite the blunt and took a large drag. I blew it out in Jerome's face and walked over to the window. I opened it up and blew the rest of the smoke out it. Jerome was still standing where I left him, coughing his ass off. It was rather funny watching Mr. Badass dieing from a little pot smoke.

"Are you okay, pretty boy?" I asked taking another drag from it.

I knew to only do a little bit so I wouldn't get completely stoned. I just smoked enough to calm myself down. I snubbed it out and put it back in my pouch. I hid the pouch in the bottom of my bag and started pulling sheets onto my bed.

"Do you do it often? Like are you addicted to it?" Jerome asked, helping me make my bed.

"I'm not addicted, I could quit if I wanted, besides I only do it when I need to calm myself down. I'm insanely frazzled right now. What with all of the changes and such," I said, throwing all of my pillows onto the bedspread. "Do you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I guess it's what makes you, you," Jerome said, pulling me down onto the bed with him.

I pushed myself back up and started putting up clothes. I hung all of my shirts up and felt Jerome staring holes into my back. I wanted to pull down my shorts and tank top, but at the same time I kinda wanted to pull them completely off.

Shit, am I becoming a hoe or something?

Like I said, it has mature content. But ehh, I like the way it's going. Review if you agree.