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THE WEEK before school shouldn't have been as eventful as it was, people were coming out of rehab, others were getting high and nudes were being released.
Blaine Richards couldn't help the scoff that passed her full lips as she checked her social media, scrolling with her thumb as the other hand held a lit cigarette.
"It's bullshit," she finally spoke. "All men are pigs."
Quiet laughter followed the statement and she almost couldn't believe that she was being laughed at, let alone from her best friend.
Blaine locked her phone and turned her head to face Fezco, "if you have a dick, you're bias."
"I didn't say anything." He replied, that familiar lazy smile appearing on his face. Blaine analysed he's face, he was high, if there was a ranking she would say he was out of this fucking world high.
There was always a tell with Fez, his speech became a little slower, his smile lazy and when he looked you, he looked at you with those hooded eyelids; they constantly looked like they just wanted to be closed but he'd much prefer prefer be awake with a joint resting nice and safe between his lips.
"are you out of the stuff I gave you?" Fezco asked, despite constantly being high. He was incredibly observant and even though Blaine was in the middle of her afternoon cigarette he could still see the slight tremor of her hands as she held up the cigarette and her slow ragged breaths.
Sure, the breathing could be the bodies fuck you response to the toxins she was willing letting the body inhale but Blaine was at her tipping point.
Every movement was being second guessed with a churning gut and heavy heart, the teenage girl couldn't even walk her dog Jack without wanting to curl up in a ball on the side walk and cry for a year.
It was pathetic, Blaine hated doubting herself.
How was she supposed to pride herself on being confident if her mind was robbing her of the opportunity to own it?
"I've got the money," Blaine dropped the cigarette crushing it under the sole of her heeled boots.
"It's okay," he reassured. "I've had some put aside, go see ash and he'll give it to you."
Blaine grinned down at her best friend, she reached down and pulled his head to her chest in her own very awkward way of giving him a hug.
And without another word, she spun on her heel and tugged on the 'fridge' door. Ash almost rolled his eyes at the sight of her entering.
"How the fuck do you get through your shit so fucking quickly, Blaine?"
"I'm literally anxious all the time, Ashtray. Don't give me that fucking bullshit, kid."
"What the fuck have I said about calling me kid?" Ash exclaimed angrily.
Blaine smiled over at him, she reached into her handbag and grabbed a couple of notes rolled together dropping it onto the table.
"I need enough for a month, please."
He shook his head and turned away, when he turned back he had the answer to all her issues in the palm of his hand.
Ash dropped the marijuana onto the table and Blaine immediately snatched it up slipping it into her purse, "do you still want those beers I promised?"
"You fucking owe me for giving you the last batch for free, don't fucking speak to me like I'm asking."
Blaine smiled over at the boy before dropping her voice to become low, "I swear to God if you tell Fezco I'm doing this for you; I'll tell him you've been slipping Logan free product because you want her number."
"Okay, I get it!" He exclaims, "leave before you scare away all my fucking customers."
Blaine leaves the little makeshift drug den and glances over at Fezco who has been joined by a familiar face, Rue Bennett.
"I thought you were dead," Blaine spoke as she joined the two by Fezco's usual resting place.
Rue didn't say anything, she didn't have a problem with Blaine but there something about her that made the recovering addict uncomfortable.
"Who would've thought," Blaine speaks voicing her thoughts out loud.
"What?" Fez chokes out between a drag of his joint.
"You and I," the words tumble from her lips but she finishes her sentence there leaving Fezco on the edge of his seat.
She leans down and kisses him on the cheek, "message me later, I've got to get home."
Blaine is already waltzing away and putting on her sunglasses before he can respond, her absence immediately sucking the life out of him.
Fezco slouches down in his seat and brings the joint back up to his lips.
