Chapter Three: 8:56 PM
The room was hazy and clouded, which made the objects in it impossable to view. The room smelt of a sweet-sour musk, and Justin knew exactly what it was: Pot. He looked at the shadows trying to distinguish the people in the dark room. He then heard laughter coming from one of the bodies and instantly saw Brianna's ponytail.
"Bree? Van?" Justin managed to get out. The laughter rose as both figures busted out laughing.
"Jusssstiiiiin! I loooooooveeeee yoooooouuuuu!" Brianna slurred as she stumbled towards Justin and wrapped her fragile body around him. Justin caught onto Brianna and helped her back over towards Evan, who was lighting another joint.
"Hey man? You want some?" Evan offered, inhaling the fumes, and getting more generous. It was strange. The effect on Evan and Brianna were different, but alike. They both got generous, although Brianna's generousity was of herself, when Evan's was of his stash, or sometimes even his clothes. If you caught him on a good day he would give you his shoes and then mumble about Bob Marley. Brianna mostly just sang The Doors, and removed clothing.
"Nah man, I'm going straight edge this month. Military school if I'm not." Justin lied, partially. He did need to be clean, but not because of school transfer, rather because he didn't feel like winding up in the back of a car like the last time, or ending up on the side of a main highway, like the time before.
"Awwwwwwww. Juuuustiiiiinsss a paaaansssssy!!!" Brianna giggled, "Waaant toooo seeee my aaaaart?"
Without a refusual, Brianna pulled her t-shirt over her head, and was now working on her lace bra. After attempting to un-clasp it, she frantically yanked it over her body as well. In the middle of each breast was a tiny silver barbell, accenting each nipple. Justin was amazed at how well they were done.
"Riiiiiickyyyyyyyyyy did it!" Brianna smiled, looking at them.
"Whooooa! Boooooobies!" Evan stated, and lunged towards Brianna.
"No, no Van. She doesn't need you attacking her..." Justin said, pulling his stoned friend off of the girl.
"Awwwwwwwww...Evaaan waaaants my seeeex!" Brianna commented, as she played with the barbell on her left nipple. Justin turned back to her, and quickly got her shirt and bra.
"Please, Bree, put 'em on..." He pleaded, outstretching his clasped fist.
"Do you not find me preeeety?" Brianna asked, innocently.
"No, I do. But so does Van, and if you don't dress quickly, he might rape you. And by might I mean will." Justin explained, thrusting his fist forward more. Brianna grabbed the clothes and sloppily put them on, shirt inside out and backwords, and the bra not on right. Justin then took Brinna by the hand and pulled her up, insisting that she go home to sleep.
"But I don't wanna!!!" Brianna whined like a two-year-old. Justin ignored her and half carried, half dragged her to his beat-up car. He placed her prone in the backseat and took his spot in the driver's side. He then turned out of Evan's driveway and rode down the road.
"Justin, do you think I'm pretty?" She asked, sitting up. Justin could tell that the weed was wearing off, and she was becoming the sweet Brianna he knew.
"Yes, just not when your stoned out of your mind and become the club slut..." Justin replied, immediately thinking of the song "Club Slut."
"I'm not a club slut!" She remarked, "I barely even go to clubs..."
Justin pulled his car into the long, narrow driveway, and slowed it down a little. It was a mile of silence. He then pulled in behind the Chevy Tahoe, and parked the car.
"This isn't my house..." she said, as Justin pulled her out of the vehicle.
"I know, it's mine."
The room was hazy and clouded, which made the objects in it impossable to view. The room smelt of a sweet-sour musk, and Justin knew exactly what it was: Pot. He looked at the shadows trying to distinguish the people in the dark room. He then heard laughter coming from one of the bodies and instantly saw Brianna's ponytail.
"Bree? Van?" Justin managed to get out. The laughter rose as both figures busted out laughing.
"Jusssstiiiiin! I loooooooveeeee yoooooouuuuu!" Brianna slurred as she stumbled towards Justin and wrapped her fragile body around him. Justin caught onto Brianna and helped her back over towards Evan, who was lighting another joint.
"Hey man? You want some?" Evan offered, inhaling the fumes, and getting more generous. It was strange. The effect on Evan and Brianna were different, but alike. They both got generous, although Brianna's generousity was of herself, when Evan's was of his stash, or sometimes even his clothes. If you caught him on a good day he would give you his shoes and then mumble about Bob Marley. Brianna mostly just sang The Doors, and removed clothing.
"Nah man, I'm going straight edge this month. Military school if I'm not." Justin lied, partially. He did need to be clean, but not because of school transfer, rather because he didn't feel like winding up in the back of a car like the last time, or ending up on the side of a main highway, like the time before.
"Awwwwwwww. Juuuustiiiiinsss a paaaansssssy!!!" Brianna giggled, "Waaant toooo seeee my aaaaart?"
Without a refusual, Brianna pulled her t-shirt over her head, and was now working on her lace bra. After attempting to un-clasp it, she frantically yanked it over her body as well. In the middle of each breast was a tiny silver barbell, accenting each nipple. Justin was amazed at how well they were done.
"Riiiiiickyyyyyyyyyy did it!" Brianna smiled, looking at them.
"Whooooa! Boooooobies!" Evan stated, and lunged towards Brianna.
"No, no Van. She doesn't need you attacking her..." Justin said, pulling his stoned friend off of the girl.
"Awwwwwwwww...Evaaan waaaants my seeeex!" Brianna commented, as she played with the barbell on her left nipple. Justin turned back to her, and quickly got her shirt and bra.
"Please, Bree, put 'em on..." He pleaded, outstretching his clasped fist.
"Do you not find me preeeety?" Brianna asked, innocently.
"No, I do. But so does Van, and if you don't dress quickly, he might rape you. And by might I mean will." Justin explained, thrusting his fist forward more. Brianna grabbed the clothes and sloppily put them on, shirt inside out and backwords, and the bra not on right. Justin then took Brinna by the hand and pulled her up, insisting that she go home to sleep.
"But I don't wanna!!!" Brianna whined like a two-year-old. Justin ignored her and half carried, half dragged her to his beat-up car. He placed her prone in the backseat and took his spot in the driver's side. He then turned out of Evan's driveway and rode down the road.
"Justin, do you think I'm pretty?" She asked, sitting up. Justin could tell that the weed was wearing off, and she was becoming the sweet Brianna he knew.
"Yes, just not when your stoned out of your mind and become the club slut..." Justin replied, immediately thinking of the song "Club Slut."
"I'm not a club slut!" She remarked, "I barely even go to clubs..."
Justin pulled his car into the long, narrow driveway, and slowed it down a little. It was a mile of silence. He then pulled in behind the Chevy Tahoe, and parked the car.
"This isn't my house..." she said, as Justin pulled her out of the vehicle.
"I know, it's mine."