Virgin [First Book]

Chapter 45

Joey's POV

I sat in the frat house, a joint between my fingertips. I don't usually smoke marijuana, but I don't really care at this point.

"Hey, bro." Sawyer says, plopping down next to me. I groan as he snatches the joint from my fingers, throwing it onto the wet grass and stepping on it.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" I snap, my eyes widening.

"Because I can." he replies, smirking at me. I roll my eyes, clenching my fists. "So, I'm going for some drinks later with a few other people. You should come, it's better than moping around and smoking pot. Although, it'll probably be lame."

I shrug. "Maybe I'll stop by. Will you guys be at your usual spot?" I ask. He nods, smirking.

I nod along. Maybe drinking is what I need to forget about him. Maybe if I just down drink after drink the memory will go away. Maybe I'll be able to just not think and have a good time.

He stands up, getting ready to leave. I stop him, standing with him.

"Yeah, I'll drop by." I shrug, putting my hands in my pockets.

He grins, nodding his head.

"Perfect." he says quietly, but loud enough for me to hear, walking away.

(a/n: I might update a longer chapter later ((((;;;;;;