I let Luca pull all of the ingredients out of my bag while I tossed myself onto the couch and got on my phone, checking my list. Once the chloroform and cake were done, we only had to run to the hardware store, liquor store, and grocery store to gather everything for the last two steps.
"Do you know of any art kids who would wanna make a little extra cash?" I ask, yawning.
"No." He laughed. "No one hangs with the art kids. You could try Sierra? She doesn't necessarily need cash, being the heiress to the Chinese mafia and all, but I know she's into art."
"Yeah but she's a first year." I whine. "Plus, if I invite her Adriano will want to come and the last thing I need is that little shit ruining everything."
Whenever we throw parties and events, it is always upperclassman only. It's not necessarily because we don't like the first years, but they need time to adjust at Stonebridge and learn the rules, the student rules. Upperclassman know to keep secrets, and they know what happens if they don't. We've only ever had two people tell the teachers anything, and they were both beaten to a pulp so bad that they were stuck in the hospital for almost a month. Upperclassman have also already experienced most alcohol and drugs, so if they take something at a party, they know how to keep from getting caught after the fact.
"She's a first year but she's also in a fucking mafia. If she can't keep a secret then who can?"
"What about Adriano? I don't want him there."
"Why? Worried he'll tell the Don?"
"No." I sigh. My Dad is tough and I'm petrified when he's mad, but only one person scares me more than he does. "I'm worried he'll tell the Donna..."
"I don't think he would, if he told them about you, he'd basically just be snitching on his self because he wouldn't know if he wasn't here."
"I know, I know."
"Wanna know what I think?"
"No."
"I think that deep, deep down, under the thick layers of ice that coat your shriveled up heart, you actually care about him. You don't want your brother to be let in on this side of your life because it will taint him, make him less innocent than he is. You care and don't want him to wake up with hangovers, or become addicted to something and go through withdrawals."
"Wow." I clap. "Somebody get you an award, you just broke down the psychological ways of Aria Russo."
"What can I say, it's been my mission in life." He jokes.
We both settle in a comfortable silence as he starts to cook again and I just watch him. I didn't want to admit it, but Luca was probably right. He's always right. He's so well at reading people, figuring things out, figuring me out. I used to have the biggest crush on him when we were younger. He never seemed to care for me in that way though, more of like a sister. It took forever, but once we came to Stonebridge and I saw how he jumped from girl to girl, never paying me any attention, I slowly moved on.
"Aria...What the fuck is this?" He asks, holding up a container with creamy green stuff inside of it.
"Butter." He looks at the container and cringes before looking at me again.
"No the fuck it's not."
"Yes, it is. It's just a special butter."
"A..."
"It's called canna butter." I smile.
"Weed butter? Seriously?!"
"Yes. Now hurry up and make it. I want to put it in the oven before we finish the chloroform."
"Forget being the death of me, you're going to be the death of everyone."
Luca finally finished making the cake and put it in the oven before we walked back to the science lab. The once clear liquid was now cloud, with particles laying at the bottom of the substance. We used a separation funnel and got the chloroform out of the jar, which took forever. When it was finally done we walked back to the teachers lounge and sprinkled a few droplets in all of the cups and then walked back to the lab to dump the rest down the sink.
"The cake still has 15 minutes. What's next?"
"We wait for the cake to be done, then we're taking a trip to town. I need to go to the grocery, liquor, and hardware store."
"For what?"
"Party supplies." I smile.
"I'll send the invites..." He sighs, pulling out an old iPhone.
To let people know about parties, we send out a text to all upperclassman from a dummy account. We had a hacker make sure it couldn't be traced and put a nasty virus up for anyone who attempts to find the owner of the account. Everyone knows we run it, but if they ever wanted to turn us in, they'd have no proof.
"Where is the party at?" He asked, typing out the text.
"Here, let me type it. There's a dress code."
I typed out a few sentences and hit the send button, quickly causing mine and Luca's phones to go off, and I'm sure 75% of everyone on campus' phones as well.
Pool party tonight at 10:00. Don't draw attention. Bring a swimsuit and be prepared to be painted.
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Romance*Sequel to Crossing the Lines but can be read as a stand alone* Growing up, many people are taught there are lines. The line between ethics and morals, right and wrong, love and hate. People are raised to know the difference between the two, making...
