A/N: I don't own anything, not even the OC is mine. Please review :)
Cayce and Tyler pulled into the parking lot of their high school in the shit box little car their foster parents bought for Tyler's 18th birthday. It wasn't much, but at least they weren't walking to school anymore. Cayce climbed out of the passenger seat, slinging her black canvas messenger bag over her shoulder and smoothed out the pleats of her yellow and black plaid skirt
As she zipped up her black hoodie, she exclaimed, "Dammit, why is it always so fucking cold in the morning?" She complained to Tyler as he climbed out of the car. He had the warmth of a used, pale green, military style jacket to keep the cold out, even if he had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"I don't know, I'll ask God the next time I see him." He said, slamming his front door. He was about to light a cigarette when he caught a glimpse of someone walking through the parking lot from underneath the black hat he frequently wore. "Oh, hello," he muttered. "I'll see you later, Case!" he yelled as he took off. Cayce rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, right." she muttered to herself. Just as she was about to head to class herself, a familiar voice caught her attention.
"Cayce Williams. How are you, beautiful?" Cayce didn't want to turn. She didn't want to acknowledge his presence. The slimy tone of Jimmy's voice made her sick. She pulled her hood up over her blonde hair and turned to him.
"Hey, Jimmy. I'm fine." This was a horrible way to start the day, but not unusual. Jimmy was the school drug dealer, mostly small time, pot and some pills he stole from his mom's medicine cabinet, and Cayce and Tyler liked to smoke occasionally. They had bought from Jimmy a few times and he had taken a liking to Cayce, or at least an obsession. He walked over to her, chains jingling against his baggy pants, and leaned his arm against the hood of the car.
"You know, I was wondering when we'd get a repeat of the other night…" he suggested, trailing the back of his finger down her arm. Cayce cringed and pulled her arm away.
"No thanks, that was a one time mistake." she answered firmly. Jimmy moved closer to her and she could smell the pot on him.
"Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy it, baby. I know I did." Just as he was about to lean in and kiss her neck, a hand came from nowhere and pulled him away.
"Hey, Jimmy. I think you're making her a little uncomfortable." Cayce looked up and smiled. The hand belonged to Will and he was pulling Jimmy away.
"Look, man, I don't get in your shit, don't get in mine! We were just having a discussion." he said, shaking Will's hand off his shoulder roughly.
"Fuck off, Jimmy! We weren't discussing anything." Cayce said. Jimmy laughed a little.
"Sure we were, baby. We were discussing another afternoon in your basement. I've got some new shit you're gonna love." he said, moving toward her again. Cayce took a step back and Will grabbed his shoulder again.
"That's enough! Get the fuck out of here, Jimmy!" he said, shoving him away. Jimmy, or St. Jimmy as he was known around the school, had a case of what some would call small-dog syndrome. He wasn't a short man, but rather tall and lanky. What he lacked in physical strength he made up for in his ability to ignore the rules and fight dirty. Will, however, stood a few inches taller than Jimmy and had a bit more muscle to his build. He didn't really want to fight Jimmy; he was about one wrong move away from being kicked out of school and a fight in the parking lot was just the kind of move that would get him expelled.
Jimmy laughed as his back hit the car parked beside Tyler's. "Wrong move, jackass." he said as he swung his fist at Will's face, catching him in the nose. Will stumbled back a few steps before tackling Jimmy to the ground around the waist. Cayce jumped back and attempted to pull Will off of him.
"Will, stop! You're going to get caught! Just leave it alone!" To her relief, he listened, and after one hard punch to Jimmy's jaw, he got up.
"You stay the fuck away from her, you got it?" He warned. Jimmy stood up, rubbing his jaw and glaring at the pair.
"It must really get to you that I got into her pants before you, doesn't it, Will? Don't worry, though. All you gotta do is dangle a joint in front of her and you're good to go." Jimmy laughed. Will glared daggers at Jimmy and started to advance on him, but Cayce grabbed his arm.
"Will, don't! Just let it go, he's not worth you getting kicked out of school!" She begged. Again, Will listened, which only made Jimmy laugh harder. The bell for first period could be heard from the school building and Cayce began pulling Will away. "Come on, you're bleeding." She said. Will glared at Jimmy - who was still leaning against the car, laughing as he gave Will the finger - and began following Cayce inside. The hallway was filled with bodies scuttling toward their respective classrooms before the late bell rang. One by one they disappeared behind wooden doors until the hall was empty and Cayce pulled Will inside the girl's bathroom.
"Um, what are we doing in here?" Will asked. Cayce grabbed a couple paper towels from the dispenser and got them damp.
"Hold still. You can't walk around school with a bloody nose." She said as she walked up to him and started dabbing the blood away.
Over the years, Tyler, Cayce and Will had grown apart. Will started smoking pot and, their freshman year, began dating a girl named Heather, who took over his life. She turned out to be a 3-year-long mistake and the two broke up after Heather got drunk at a party and slept with Tyler. Will began keeping to himself, skipping school more often than not, and spent most of his days watching TV and getting high; that kind of life style didn't leave much room for a social life. Though she had to admit to herself that being here with her old friend was strange, after everything that had happened, she missed him.
"Thanks. How have you been?" he asked. Cayce grinned; Will was never a smooth operator.
"I've been alright. I haven't seen you around much." she mentioned offhandedly. Will shrugged.
"I don't get out much. How's it looking, doc?" He asked with a grin. Cayce pulled the paper towel away and waited a couple seconds.
"Looks like the bleeding stopped. Does it hurt?" she asked, putting a little pressure on his nose. He winced slightly and batted her hand away.
"Only when you touch it!" he said with a slight laugh. Cayce smiled apologetically and pulled her hand away. Will smirked and reached in his pocket, pulling out a small joint. "Nothing a little herbal remedy can't fix." Cayce smirked and checked underneath the bathroom stalls for feet, deciding they were alone and joined Will as he lit up and took a drag. She hopped up on the counter and took the joint from him and took a hit herself, holding the smoke in for a minute and letting it out slowly.
"Not bad, Will." She said, grinning, handing the joint back to him. He took a drag and looked down at the ground, suddenly very interested in his shoes.
"So, you and Jimmy?" he asked, glancing sideways at her. Cayce grinned and reached for the joint, taking it, amused that he seemed a bit jealous.
"Ty and I get our shit from him sometimes. One night it went a little too far." She said with a shrug. Will didn't say anything, but glanced at her. "It was a mistake, Will." Cayce added to reassure him. Will nodded.
"Unfortunately for you, you give Jimmy an inch and he'll run the mile. You'll have to keep your guard up." He took the joint from her as she handed it back and took a hit, still staring at the ground. Neither said anything for a few moments, then Will saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Cayce was unzipping her hoodie, a little slower than natural, and slid it off her shoulders, revealing the spaghetti strap tank top underneath. She smirked, catching him staring at her and she rested her hands on the counter, leaning forward a little bit.
"What are you looking at, Will?" she asked. Will grinned and shook his head.
"You grew up." he said. Cayce grinned and nodded.
"That does tend to happen." Will glanced at her again, this time not bothering to look away when she noticed. Cayce grinned and reached for the joint. "Stop hogging the merch." she said. Will cleared his throat; the way she was sitting, he could practically see right down her shirt. He handed over the joint and pushed himself off the bathroom wall, standing in front of her with his hands in his pockets.
"I think you're doing that on purpose." he accused. Cayce put the joint to her lips and sat up straight.
"Doing what on purpose, Will?" she asked with false innocence, taking a long drag from the joint and blowing the smoke out toward him. He took a slow step toward her, smirking, hands digging deeper in his pockets, determined not touch his old friend's little sister.
"I think you're trying to flirt with me." he said. Cayce smiled up at him.
"I'm not trying to flirt…I am flirting." she said, leaning forward on her arms again. Will raised an eyebrow, his intrigue playing on his face. He took the joint from her, smirking as he took a drag.
"So, I guess Jimmy was right…all it takes is a little pot." He said jokingly, laughing a little at the warning look Cayce gave him.
"No…What happened with Jimmy was a huge fuckin' mistake…This has been on my mind for a while…" she said with a smirk playing across her lips. Just as Will was about to ask what had been on her mind, Cayce reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward her, kissing him softly.
Though a little shocked, Will had to admit to himself that he had been thinking about this for a while as well. Her lips were soft and moved perfectly with his, just the way he had hoped they would. Her breath tasted like the pot they had just shared, but he didn't care, in fact, it made him want to kiss her more. Will pulled her toward him by the backs of her legs as she wrapped her legs around him. They continued to kiss and touch until the bell rang, exploring a desire they had both felt burning for years.