Page 84 of Tame Me

We laughed aloud, and as the music switched to a new song, I let the beat take my body to another world.

We danced, we laughed, we made fleeting comments about the people around us, and every second was a bundle of fun.

The band came on again, and we moved to prime position in the front. Mason grinned down at us, and we smiled up at him.

The lights dimmed, and within seconds, the crowd had us hemmed in at the stage. United, the entire audience seemed to dance to the catchy rhythm. I broke out all my best moves and tried but failed to match a few of Lolita’s.

One song finished, and when Mason moved to the microphone, I blinked up at him and watched wide-eyed as I prepared to hear him sing.

“This song is for my girl, Memphis.” He pointed down at me, and as my bones liquefied, the crowd roared. Lolita grinned at me, confirming what he’d said was the most amazing thing in the world.

A puff of smoke plumed from Lolita’s mouth, and I spun to her. “What the hell are you doing?” I’d never seen Lolita smoke.

“Smoking a joint.”

“What! Where’d you get it?”

“Dunno, someone just gave it to me.” She sucked on the joint again and closed her eyes as she inhaled.

“Are you nuts?” My mind was torn between watching Mason sing for me and the crazy bitch at my side.

She blew out the smoke and grinned. “Yep. Here, your turn.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

“No way.” I waved away the joint Lolita was holding toward me. I am not smoking pot.

She slapped my arm. “Come on. It’s not going to hurt.”

“But I’ve never tried it.”

“Great. This is your chance. You may never get another opportunity.” She shoved the joint at me. “Memphis would.”

I tilted my head. “I’m Memphis.”

“Then you know you want to.”

I grabbed it and tried to ignore my trembling fingers.

“Go on.” Her eyes were alive.

The angel and devil in my brain both screamed at me.

Go on. Don’t be such a baby.

Are you crazy? It’s illegal.

You’ll never get another chance.

You could pass out.

It’s your first Saturday night out in years. Make it one to remember.

That last thought blazed through my head like a tomahawk missile, and I raised the joint to my lips and sucked on it before I changed my mind. It tasted weird. . . like I imagined grass would taste. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t disgusting either.

But nothing happened. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I got no effects from the marijuana at all. I glanced at Lolly.

“And?” She bulged her eyes.

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