Page 25 of Baked

I sighed, lighting the bowl of my bong. “Apparently—” I inhaled and strained my words. “We’re going dancing.” I coughed, smoke shooting from my nostrils and mouth as she looked at me.

“You…are going dancing? With Mary-Jane?”

I nodded. “Crazy, huh?” Indi didn’t say a word. “What’re your plans tonight?”

She looked down at her phone. “Nothing. Carter and I—” I rolled my eyes. “What?” she asked in a pissed off tone. “You asked.”

I made a face and raised my hands defensively. “I didn’t say shit.”

Indi scowled. “Oh, yes, you did. With your eyes.”

“My eyes? What the fuck does that even mean?” I tried not to laugh, but I was too high.

Indi crossed her arms. “Nothing. It means nothing, Haze. I hope you have so much fun dancing with Mary-Jane.”

So angry. “Yeah, well, fun isn’t what I’d use to describe it. Knowing her, we’re going to end up at that fucking night club she’s always going on about. The Red Eye or whatever the fuck it’s called.” Indi looked so pissed, and all I wanted to do was poke at that temper. “Fun or not, I doubt I'll be coming home tonight. Don’t wait up for me, little sis.” I grinned up at her.

Indi tilted her head. “Since when do you sleep over at Mary-Jane’s?”

Oh, she was seething at the idea of me staying out. “Does it really matter? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure who I fuck is none of your damn business. Or do those rules only apply to you and your blonde haired fuckboy?”

Indi was fuming. “You’re right. It’s none of my business. Fuck whoever you want, Haze.”

I raised the bong high. “Cheers to that!” She scoffed and walked away in a huff.

Too bad the only person I want to fuck is you.

The club Mary-Janehad chosen for our night out was the one she always talked about, notorious for their themed parties and insane atmosphere. The Red Eye. It was huge, hidden between some old abandoned buildings on the whole other side of town, away from prying eyes or sensitive ears. It was a smart location, ‘cause this place was fucking insane. The Red Eye was beyond packed, everyone shoved close together like fucking sardines, dancing and drinking like it was a giant frat party. Colored lights strobed across the inside of the building, thin laser lights flashing back and forth in unison with the music busting through the speakers. The DJ was putting on a full show, playing the sickest mixes, smoking a fucking joint. Not only was there fog machines blowing through, but the entire fucking club was hot boxed with weed, and despite everything else, I really like it. Thankfully, I pregamed a bit to ease my nerves, otherwise there was no way in hell I’d be able to stand here.

Mary-Jane was dressed in a light green knitted two-piece with large golden sequin pieces throughout. The micro sleeves flared out at her wrists and tied into her twisted bikini style top that barely covered her tits. The matching mini skirt left little to the imagination, twisted and braided strands of the material hanging around her waist. Her red hair was pulled up high,exposing her tattooed neck and many ear piercings. Her entire body glistened under the colored lights as I noticed her skin was smothered in body glitter. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t even a little appetizing to see.

She ground against my body, drinking a dirty martini while I smoked one of my special joints. Mary-Jane leaned back and raised her phone up high. “Ahhh, smile!” She stuck her tongue out and took a photo of us.

“Seriously?”

Mary-Jane sipped her drink unbothered. “Oh, calm down and look how hot we are!” She turned the phone to show me the picture she took. “Think of how jealous everyone is going to be when they see this!”

And then it hit me. “Hey! Let’s take a few more!” I shouted.

Mary-Jane’s dark eyes sparkled at my enthusiasm, and she leaned in close, taking more photos. I completely played into it, smiling and posing alongside her, teasing everyone who would see them. Between the drugs and the idea of Indi seeing those photos, I found myself kind of liking this place more and more.

“Andddd there!” Mary-Jane showed me when she posted the photos. “Ah! We look so good together! Why don’t we take photos together more often?” I shrugged and smoked my joint.

Because I hate taking photos.

Mary-Jane and I danced together while the music blared through the club and vibrated my bones. Time flew by and we were completely unaware of anything outside these walls. It was almost ideal. But what would have made it perfect was?—

“There you guys are!” Indi’s voice shot me back as I turned around to see her standing there. She was wearing a flared denim miniskirt with a studded belt that matched her studded platform boots. The flowing black leather halter top barely hid her perky breasts, silver chains and sparkly jewelry tucked between them, hanging down from her neck. They matched thenumerous piercings and even the clothespin style hair clips that were tucked along her temple and held her long black hair back from her face. She was smiling, her green eyes popping against the near black makeup and rhinestones surrounding them, the look complete with her seductive red lips. Fuck, she looked good. She was carrying two glasses of what I only could assume were Hennessy, smiling at Mary-Jane and myself.

The sight of her beneath the flashing lights nearly took my breath away. “Indi. What’re you?—”

“Indi?” Mary-Jane spun to face her, blatantly not happy to see her. “What’re you doing here? Are you here with Carter or?” She looked around a little too eagerly.

Indi shot back one of her drinks. “Nah! Haze told me you guys would be here!”

Oh shit.

Mary-Jane shot me a look. “Wait. You invited her?” I knew she was pissed.

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