Page 92 of Lilah
"What happened?" I lift his hand.
"I punched a shit in the face," he says like it's a normal thing but my eyes widen. At first I thought he punched an actual poop, like a cow poop maybe or something but that wouldn't leave a bruise.
"I did too," I nod, showing him my completely clean and unbothered knuckles.
"I'm just so good at punching, it's not even bruised or anything," I give him an I'm-totally-telling-the-truth smile.
"I could teach you some time if you'd like," I raise my eyebrows twice, meanwhile he's still looking at my knuckles for bruises.
My mind wonders off as I catch sight of a book with a maple leaf on it. I thought it was a weed thingy leaf or whatever the heck that 'herb' is, if it is even a herb.
"I also took weed."
His eyes come back up to mine. I've never even seen a real live weed that you do. I'm just blabbing by now.
"Yousmokedweed," he fixes and I nod.
"I smoked weed," I don't know why I keep it up.
"How'd it go?" a single eyebrow of his raises.
"Why don't you tell me?"
I don't have a clue what weed will do to you. Literally two seconds ago I thought youtookweed, notsmokeit.
"I wouldn't know," he leans against the bookcase beside us and I roll my lips into my mouth.
At least he doesn't do drugs. Unlike me, I do the hard stuff. That's what she said. Stop.
"I smoked LSD once," I inform him and he nods, tucking a piece of my hair behind my that had fallen in my face after I nodded harshly to make sure he understands how goodly I do the drugs.
"YoutookLSD," a small smile graces his lips.
"I think I'm on it right now," I gush over the smile on his lips.
"I bet you are."
"What does crystal meth look like?" I question. Do people collect the crystals? Because they're crystals, so wouldn't they be pretty?
What if someone found a crystal somewhere, and then they kept it because it was pretty only to find out that it was meth?
"Little white crystals," he says and I give him a little smile.
"I love it when you talk drugs to me," I bite my lip to keep the laugh that is bubbling in my throat in.
He chuckles. Like, actually chuckles. I sigh internally and replay the sound in my head.
"I still haven't seen you shirtless," I blurt and then proceed to ignore my cheeks that are starting to tinge pink.
He looks around the store and I begin to get my hopes up. He spots a window though. Instead of forgetting about it, he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom.
He shuts the door behind us and I take a seat on the closed toilet, shimmying happily.
"I have to warn you," he says. Warn me about what? 'Azalea, I have to warn you. You might die from how freaking attractive I am.' That might actually happen.
"About..?" I question, looking up at him.
"You won't have a fit?" he says and I look up at the ceiling for the answer.
