15
“WELL, THAT CERTAINLY wasn’t very smart. He could have drained you down to nothing.”
I whipped my head around to find her standing behind me, smoking w**d. I glared at her. “Celeste! You have to quit sneaking up on people.”
Her lip curled up. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your little interlude.”
I looked at the joint in her hand. “Does that stuff even effect you?”
She grinned. “Not really. I enjoy inhaling it though. Do you want a hit?”
“No.”
She grunted. “Are you always a goody-goody?”
I glared at her. “Just because I don’t smoke pot-”
“Or drink. Or smoke cigarettes. Or use Tinder,” she replied with a gleam in her eyes.
“I have enough trouble in my life. I don’t need to add more,” I muttered, moving past her to my bedroom. Grabbing a blanket, I wrapped it around myself
