Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

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Author's note June 26, 2016

Reading through this book after it being finished for almost two years now and just happened to finish the sequel, I realized that I don't like the way some of the chapters are written and set up. My writing has grown to be so much better since writing Sweet Nothing and I would like the apologize for any spelling mistakes or any errors I made while writing this two years ago. So, from here on out I will be editing and changing some of the chapters so that it's to my liking!

Still, continue reading on. Don't let my editing stop you babies from reading the story. It's up for the purpose of you guys to read. I recommend, however, that once you finish reading it maybe go through and read it again to see if anything has changed and the new writing! Thank you all for giving my book a chance!

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"I even pre-rolled them for you."

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I brought the cigarette up to my lips and placed the end of it into my mouth. It dangled from my lips as I squinted my eyes out into the distance at the passing cars and fiddled my fingers inside my hoodie pocket. I knew that the little white lighter had to be in here somewhere. I was always so clumsy and seemed to lose it every now and then, but after what felt like endless searching, I finally felt the lighter and pulled it out of my pocket. I smiled in satisfaction and brought the lighter up to the tip of the cigarette lighting it. I inhaled the smoke and felt the usual tingling sensation through out my body. I sighed of relief as I could feel the stress slowly starting to fade away.

I continued to smoke my cigarette and watched cars fly by on the road wondering when the hell I could get my own car when I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled the lightly smoked cigarette out of my mouth, throwing it on the ground before bringing my foot above it to crush it. What a shame to be wasting it.

I shook my head and reached into my back pocket as my phone continued to vibrate, it was then I knew I was getting a call. Looking at the caller I.D I instantly rolled my eyes before clicking the answer button, bringing it up to my ear. Here goes nothing.

"Hey." I said into the phone, boredom just dripping from my tone of voice.

I knew what was about to happen, I seemed to be getting the same call every day and night. I could never be a free spirit without getting screamed at. It wasn't like me getting screamed at was anything new, but I just hated it. It happened to me on a day to day basis and sadly, I've grown accustomed.

"Alexandra, where are you? You are way past your curfew young lady." My mother, Andrea, screamed through the other end of the phone.

I rolled my eyes at voice and lightly laughed into the phone. She should be use to this by now, but no. She always acted like it was a thing for me to stay out this late. I don't understand why she just couldn't get it through her head that I didn't care.

"Chill mom. I'm on my way now." I said, and before she could say a word I hung up. I really wasn't in the mood for a lecture from her right now. Her annoying voice was always nipping in the back of my head.

It was always the same thing that would come out of her mouth. She would tell me that I was horrible for ruining my life, that I needed to stop what I was doing. That she wished I would go back to the way I used to be. She wished all these things for me when in reality, she doesn't know half of the shit I do with my life. I do way worse things in my time than what she thinks she knows. Then what she could ever imagine, what anybody could think little miss innocent Alexandra to be doing. But I wasn't that innocent girl anymore.

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and let an exasperated sigh escape my lips. I wasn't in the mood to hear my beloved mothers mouth. I really never was in the middle to be hearing anyone speak for that matter. Deciding instead of going straight home, I would make a little stop. I really didn't care that this would cause my mother to be even more angry with me, I was a care free person. I only had to worry about myself.

I turned around on my heel, my worn out converse digging into the ground as I going in a complete different direction of my house. I walked down the busy streets for about ten minutes until I came face to face with a building I was strangely use to. I walked up to the door, hearing the familar sound of rock music coming through it. God, I hated that music with a passion. I knocked on it lightly waiting for someone to answer and it wasn't that late, so I knew he was awake. Sometimes I think he doesn't even sleep. Maybe he's nocturnal or something.

Hearing footsteps coming closer, I knew he was coming and that maybe I was right. The door swung open and as I looked up a smirk immediately formed on his face as he saw me. I scoffed at his usual behavior and pulled out a ten dollar bill that was in my back pocket. I shoved the money it in his face, wanting nothing more than to just get out of here. I just wanted my shit.

"I'm guessing the usual, right? Because if it's not you're gonna need a hell of a lot more money than this for your other shit." He smirked, leaning up against the door frame.

I rolled my eyes and hit his shoulder. I wasn't in the mood for his smart comments. Like I said I wasn't in the mood to be talking to anybody.

"Yes, the usual." I said to him, as he just stood there smirking. "Well, are you gonna get it or not Brian?"

He laughed as he walked further into his house. I watched as he disappeared around the bend and I heard cupboards being opened and bags shuffling. The rock music still played loudly in the background and I tapped my foot wishing he would just hurry up. It was about five minutes before he was walking toward me again and I rolled my eyes as he swung the baggy back and forth in his hands.

"I even pre rolled them for you." He smirked as he approached me.

Finally in front of me with a plastic baggy, he tried to hand it to me, but being the annoyed girl I am, Isnatched the bag out of his hand and gave him the biggest fake smile.

"Thank you." I said and walked away from his place. I could hear his laugh filling my ears and I did nothing but turn around and flip him off. He was annoying, but his shit was good.

As I rounded the corner I walked over to the woods that I felt oddly comfortable being in, and opened the baggy revealing my usual. Weed. I smirked and grabbed the surprisingly already made blunts out of the bag. I guess Brian wasn't lying when he said he rolled them for me. That was kinda, but barely decent for him. How did he know how I liked my blunts rolled? Laughing at myself, I placed the blunt in between my lips amd grabbed my white lighter, before lighting it up and inhaling it deeply.

I just really didn't want to deal with my mother's complaining right now so what better way then to avoid it by getting high?

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Short I know. But it's just getting started. (:

Brianna. x

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