Part Four: Blaze-Time Stopper
Chapter Ten: A Dark Goth
AN: There is drug use in this scene. Just weed. You've been warned.
The girl threw her bag over the fence, then eased her lithe body through the hole in the middle. The bell had just rung to signal everybody to class, but she wasn't interested in going to European History at this moment. Who really wants to hear about a tiny dictator, she thought wryly.
People coming back from the alley bumped into her, grinning stupidly or scowling. These were the punks, losers, Goths, and outcasts of Turney High School. Their hangout, her hangout, was called Smoker's Alley (common use for potheads and head bangers).
It was deliciously wicked.
She stepped into the mouth of the alley. A boy looked up.
"Blaze Cam, hurry up!" He called to her.
Dropping her canvas bag, she glanced at him. "Easy, Carmichael."
Carmichael smiled at his black beauty. They had been friends since she had moved to L.A., and when he introduced her to the ways of the Goth.
Blaze was easily the prettiest African American he had ever seen. Her skin was smooth as silk and the color of milk chocolate. Her eyes were exotically slanted and the color of honey, framed by incredible lashes. She was tall, around five nine, close to towering over him. Her lips were dark, full, and big, her semi-big nose centered perfectly over the lush lips.
It was all diminished, though, by a giant splash of pure, bottomless black. Blaze was still a hot, black, Gothic babe. Black-purple clung nicely to her lips, as well as to her eyes. Black polish painted her nails. Her hair, a rich, dark brown, was braided into corn rows, thin, black ribbons in each braid. All her clothes, down to her bra and panties, were black, along with her black combat boots, black bracelets, and a black choker.
She eased into a smile as she leaned on the wall next to Carmichael. He, too, wasn't bad looking. He was extremely pale, but it looked nice behind dyed black hair, three eyebrow pierces, one nose, one lip, all black clothes, polish, and sometimes even make up. His eyes were turquoise, and they seemed to sparkle like the ocean. He was built small, but still looked pretty good. For a white boy, anyway.
Carmichael pulled out a hand-rolled joint. He stuck the end in his mouth and lit it. Blaze could smell the sweet smell of the weed, breathing it in. He took a deep puff and swallowed, coughing deeply as he handed her the joint. She took it eagerly, puffing on it. It went down with a burning feeling, settling in her lungs like a heavy object, smothering her until she coughed.
"Cameron," he giggled, taking the joint from her. "Stop hogging the weed."
He placed it in his mouth and on instinct, Blaze placed her lips a few centimeters above the cherry. She sucked in on time with Carmichael, coughing and choking.
A calm settled throughout her body. Her head felt light, and she giggled insanely. He giggled with her until they finally burst out laughing.
"Erik, kiss me." She grinned mischievously. This was a game of theirs. They never felt right kissing each other unless they were high. This was the closest they had to a romantic relationship.
Erik Carmichael leaned in, tasting her midnight lips. "My dark beauty." He pulled her only colorful object out from under her see-through blouse.
Blaze clutched her amulet. Around her, scenery rippled. Everything, including the ground, became rigid around her. Time was at a standstill. Her watch stopped mid-tick.
With silent urges, she willed her watch to start again.
Erik groaned. "You need to stop that. It gives me such a headache, being so close to you while that happens."
"Excuse me for being freaky."
His head rested back against the wall, taking another hit. "I still love you. But think of this. You can't be the only freaky kid. I mean, you remember those punk ass guys at RockOut a few nights ago? Well, they had this definite odd vibe surrounding them. I was close to pissing myself."
Blaze snorted. Erik was very spiritual. He was sensitive to the supernatural.
He frowned. "That is not funny."
"Of course it is."
She finished the joint off, then crushed it beneath her boot. She slid up to Erik and licked his neck.
"Blaze, there's this place a buddy of mine told me I need to go. He used to dance with this really hot chick, and she's supposed to be one tough cookie. But an amazing dancer. Indulge me. Come with me."
"How do you even know she'll be interested?"
"I don't." He winked.
She shook her head with silent laughter.
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elephantsrockmysox: Lol. Maybe.
the demon goddess: You've asked, but I'm still not telling.
Rubber-duckiesofdoom: Lol. Heh heh heh..
