Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a tiny ziplock bag, with a couple of joints in it. She waves it in my face, and I shake my head. “Nanc, no, we haven't smoked in forever.”
She chuckles and then opens the ziplock bag. “Then all the more reason to enjoy a hit.”
Once more I shake my head at my best friend. “I shouldn't, Nancy. You know what weed does to me.”
Nancy laughs. “Yes, my darling. It causes you to lose all inhibition and speak your truth.”
“Exactly. And I don't want to face the truth right now.” I sigh deeply.
“Don't be a sad sack,” Nancy teases, pulling a lighter out of her pocket and lighting up one of the joints. She takes a drag of it and exhales, before holding it out to me. I’m pacing the room, feeling on edge at the thought of taking a drag.
Again I shake my head. “I can't, Nanc.”
“Yes, you can, Jasper,” she encourages. “Stop pacing and sit your arse down, and take a damn drag.”
I sigh, and sit cross legged in front of my best friend on the bed. Grabbing the joint from her fingers I take a long drag.
“Good boy, Jasp,” Nancy teases.
I seethe at her, waving the lit joint in the air. “Don't fucking say that, Nanc. Fuck.”
“Why?” She questions, staring at me oddly and sniggering.
“He…he says that to me.”
“Who? Reece?”
I nod. “Yeah, and it's so fucking patronising. I fucking hate it.”
Nancy's eyes light up and she giggles, asking, “Does he say it when you're fucking?”
“We haven't fucked, Nancy.”
“You want to fuck him though?”
“Um…no,” I murmur, taking another drag. Nancy is still giggling, so I admit, “I want him to fuck me.”
Nancy laughs harder, teasing, “Whilst he tells you you're a good boy, huh?”
I blush. “It does sound different when he says it, and when he calls me pretty boy, it turns me on,” I admit, feeling my cheeks darkening.
“Are you in love with him?” Nancy asks, taking another drag when I hand it back to her. Once more I shake my head.
“No, no, way, but his kisses, and his touch are like a drug to me. He's as addictive as this weed.”
Nancy seems to have calmed. “I think you're in love with him, Jasp.”
“No, I'm so not, he's bad for me, Nanc. He does being bad so well, but he's not the guy for me.”
“Don't discount your feelings for him because he's the enemy, Jasp.”
“I'm not,” I scoff. “I don't have feelings for him,” I chuckle, and then add as I’m taking another drag. “This is good shit.”
“I know right,” Nancy responds with a laugh and we fall back on the bed laughing like crazy.
“I'm such a bad boy.” I chuckle. “If Dad could see me now, he'd kill me.”
“Your dad is blind, Jasp. He has no idea you’re not his good boy.”