Yolo.

25. Friday Night.

The rest of the week after school I went over to Lark's apartment. Sure he was high but I didn't care too much and did homework while I was there. Yes I did tell Ryder I was there but I was not smoking or getting high off of anything. I told him I was just doing homework and watching TV. He asked what "Pot Head" was doing and half the time I said sleeping.

Friday night I was going to go out on a date with Ryder but he had to cancel when his grandparents made a surprised visit. I hung out with the Glee girls, minus Tina, and we went to Breadsticks for dinner. We hung out for a couple of hours until ten when they had to depart from the night. I sat on a bench waiting for the bus when a motorbike came up. This had a skull and silver lighting bolts.

"Missed Rodney?"

"Hey Lark." I said. "Surprised your not too drunk or high."

"I got a job finally. Assistant to the assistant manager at some club. Basically I just go around and help the assistant manager get things like food orders and drink orders and occasional pick-ups." He explained to me. "Saturday nights only, but for like $80 an hour. And that's from seven at night until four in the morning."

"Per week?" I asked.

"No, bi-weekly. So that's a lot of shit I can afford." He said. He pulled a helmet from the back seat. "Want a ride?"

I nodded and climbed aboard the motorbike. I held onto his waist and he zoomed off within minutes. He was going to visit his work to check is out at the night time but when I mentioned I said I didn't want drugs or anything he said, "No worry. I won't force you and if anyone gives you a problem just come and get me."

We arrived at the party and it was both loud and crazy. People dancing on tables and singing along to the music the DJ was scratching on the DJ thingy. Lark held my hand as we got inside and I found a chair in the corner and sat there. I would stay for an hour and then leave. Lark was off checking out the place.

Someone, clearly drunk, offered me a drink and I declined. I went up to the bar and got a water bottle, and the woman asked if I were over 21. "Huh?"

"21 and Over only."

"Well I'll be twenty one in a few months, can't I just get water?"

"It's a future tip." She told me.

I nodded and sat back down again at my table and ordered some french fries. I was getting bored actually since everyone around here was pretty much drunk and I was alone. The guy who took my order came back with a glass of water in his hands. "From Lark."

"Thanks." I said.

"I'm Cooper." He said. "Cooper Preston, a friend of Lark's."

"Marley." I said then took a sip of my drink. It was gross. "What is this?"

"Straight up vodka." Cooper told me.

"Lark wouldn't give this to me. He would mix the vodka in something else," I said giving the class back. "And besides I don't drink anymore. Last time I got drunk I was in trouble...I think. Or maybe I was high?" Wow, I couldn't remember. Pretty sure I was drunk when I was talking about Chicken Farts.

"Ah, wrong girl then he pointed too I guess?" Cooper said.

Cooper then left for another table. I sat there munching on my food. Lark came over and handed me a fruit punch and said he'd be there for a while longer. I said I was leaving soon anyways. I got up to use the bathroom and texted Minnie saying I was coming back soon. She texted back five minutes later saying the spare sky was in the flower pot. I returned to my drink and food, finished, then got up and left.

The hour long walk was fine until halfway there when my head began to get dizzy. Smoking and drug withdrawal took a big turn on someone who was quitting. It was weird to not be high or smoke a cigarette now. Stupid gum that I was given to help me stop smoking had its own weird flavor. Garbage shit. But it worked.

I got they keys out and opened inside. I shut the door, plopped on the couch and took my phone out.

1 New Message: Ryder.

We're done.