I'm sorry if the subject matter (mostly the marijuana use) offends anyone. Real short chapter, because I'm kinda lazy.
Class was boring as usual. It was Thursday, which meant I had one more class before the day ended, and I could take a much-needed nap. I looked over to my left and saw my girlfriend, Liz, working at a computer a few seats away. I had come into class a little bit late and by the time I arrived, all the seats surrounding her were occupied, but I still managed to give her a small smile and a wave. The act was reciprocated.
The professor dismissed the class, and Liz walked over to me. I smiled at her, and we moved to leave the building. Once outside, she pulled me over into a hug and sighed heavily.
"Where were you last night?" She asked, curiously.
"I went downtown to see a few friends." I answered.
She laughed bitterly, "of course you did." She let go of me and started walking away.
I stood dumbfounded before I realized what really happened. "Wait, Liz!" I called out to her, running to catch up with her. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" She asked, incredulously, "I know where you were last night. She called me."
I sighed heavily, and looked to the ground.
"Ashley, you can't keep doing this to me – or to her! It's not fair." She finished, defeated. "Tell me you love me."
"You know I do, babe."
"Just say it."
"I can't. You know I can't."
"Of course you can't." She turned around and walked away. Instead of following her, I let her walk away this time.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the roof of a building, enjoying a joint to myself. It was a decently nice day out, and I couldn't think of a better way to blow off some steam and enjoy the day at the same time.
I heard the door start to creak over, and scrambled to hide behind a nearby exhaust pipe.
"Relax," I heard a soft voice say, "It's just me."
"Yeah, well fuck you, Spencer." I mumbled slowly.
"Mmm. You're stoned," She said, amused.
I laughed a little bit. "Yeah, kinda." I moved from my crouched position behind the exhaust fan, and sat down on a nearby ledge. She moved to sit next to me, and made sure our thighs were just barely touching. A small smile graced her features.
"So, I'm assuming you've seen Liz today already."
I laughed bitterly, "Yeah, thanks for that, by the way"
"It was necessary."
"Yeah, I'm sure it was."
"This isn't the first time," She began, taking the joint from my fingers to take a pull, "She'll most probably forgive you within the next twenty minutes," She said with a hint of amusement.
As if on cue, my phone vibrated, indicating that I had a text message. Sure enough, I opened it to see the name "Liz" across the screen. Spencer snatched the phone from my hands and opened the message, "I'm sorry for flipping out on you earlier. I have something for you when you get back." She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, "There's a picture attached. Should I open it?"
"No." I said, holding a hit in.
"Ooooh," She cooed, "is it a durrrrty picture?" She asked, teasingly.
I grabbed my phone from her hands and passed the joint. "Shut up," I said. I then texted Liz back: "Be home soon."
"What's it like playing wife?" Spencer suddenly asked.
"I don't know," I huffed out
"Oh, but you do," She began, "You and Liz live together. You have meals together; go to class together, you guys take care of a puppy together for goodness sake!" She laughed lightly and shook her head, "You guys are the definition of married couple."
"Um," I managed, "I guess you're right," I said, not really believing her words. "You want this?" I handed her the clip, and she took it.
"Yeah, thanks," She said.
I stood up, brushed my pants off and left Spencer. I ran down the stairs and out of the building, making a mad dash towards the parking lot. I got in my car, and began to drive through the L.A. streets towards my apartment. The whole way, I only had one thought running through my head: 'Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry…'