Page 135 of Girls Night
I take it without hesitation and follow behind her, immediately noting the way Jazzy seems to frown as we approach the door. We’ve seen each other in passing, but she’s never seen me with Kaia like this.
Tipsy.
Holding hands.
The way she sizes me up and down confirms, not only that she thought she was getting Kaia alone tonight, but that my presence isn’t welcome.
Tough shit, bitch.
Hauling me behind her, Kaia tips her head for Jazzy to follow and starts leading us down the hallway toward the stairs. I can feel Jazzy’s eyes burning a hole through the back of my skull, prompting me to bob my head in time toKehlani’svoice. She’s probably cussing me to hell and back for ruining her plans. On any other occasion, I would’ve been the good best friend I’m supposed to be and let shit happen between them if it’s meant to be, but I’m finally choosing to be selfish.
And from the looks of it, Kaia wants me to be selfish, too.
I’m not missing this opportunity.
All of a sudden, Kaia trips up, jerking us to a stop in the middle of all the chaos. I smash into her, Jazzy smashes into me. We’re both on the verge of a “What the fuck” when Kaia yells from over her shoulder, “Izaak alert!”
Fuck Izaak.
“Just keep going,” I give a little squeeze to her hand. “He’s not gonna stop you if you’re with me, watch.”
Kaia nods and trudges on, yanking me right along with her. Idly, I hear Jazzy complaining somewhere behind me, but eventually, she’s right on my tail again. The moment Izaak sees Kaia, his face morphs with this one specific expression. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth, I’ll say that much. Said expression darkens when he eyes me behind her and follows the length of our arms down to where her hand encompasses mine. Much like Tyrone, his stare widens. The difference between the two of them is Rone left it at that. Izaak, however, feels the need to nod in sarcastic disappointment, watching our every move, especially when Kaia doesn’t even bat a lash in his direction. Provoking him probably isn’t the best idea, and yet I can’t help but twiddle my fingers at him tauntingly as we stalk past him and start down the stairs.
And just like I’d predicted, he doesn’t follow. Thank fuck for that.
“We could’ve smoked inside,” I hear Jazzy comment.
The music’s too loud for Kaia to hear her, though, so I ignore her too. She’s more than welcome to find someone else to chill with if our plan isn’t to her liking. No one’s forcing her to be here.
A bit more weaving through classmates and people we’ve never seen before, and we’re bursting outside into the muggy night. There’s not too many people back here, just a couple of fellow stoners, and a small group spread beneath one of the trees not too far away.
Kaia releases me and produces the blunt and a lighter from between her tits.
Jazzy chuckles as she lets go of the door. “You can put that back you know. I’ll gladly hit it between your titties.”
My hands ball into fists at my sides as the green-eyed monster unfurls from deep within.Irrational and misplaced, I know, but I can’t help it.
Breathe, Jules.
Kai laughs softly, too, and shakes her head. “It’s not that type of smoke sesh, Jazz, chill.”
“At least shotgun me,” Jazzy counters with a smirk. “You have pretty lips. They look so soft.”
I think my blood pressure spikes, more still as I watch Kaia light the blunt without another word and step toward the bitch. Is she gonna do it? We’re supposed to be here together. Would she really do that to me?
The answer to that question: No, she wouldn’t.
She takes a couple of hits and hands off the blunt without so much as acknowledging Jazzy’s “compliment,” leaving me to fight the urge of smiling in satisfaction.
Jazzy seems utterly disappointed, but doesn’t voice as much, passing me the blunt. I almost take it, until an idea pops in my head. It’s petty, I’ll admit that, but it serves her right. Taking it from her, I brace myself for what’s about to happen to headspace after doing this, and place it between my lips. Kaia’s watching me like a hawk, her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. In the five years we’ve been friends, we’ve never smoked together. I hit it lightly, not wanting to cough up a lung and look like an idiot, and crook my finger at Kaia.
She arches a brow, but doesn’t question me any further, taking the few necessary steps towards me. Once she’s close enough, I fist the front of her tank top and yank her into my breathing space before pressing my lips to hers. If this were a cheesy chick flick, there’d be fireworks and shit, maybe aHallelujahringing out from the Heavens above. The current that flows through me is unreal. My heart hammers crazily, stomach doing one of it’s trapeze acts as it really sinks in that I’m kissing my best friend.
“Are you kidding me right now?” That’s Jazzy, of course, who was right by the way. Kaia’s lipsaresoft...
We both hear her obviously, but as I blow the plume of smoke into Kai’s mouth, she pulls me closer, deepening the unexpected kiss. What Jazzy thinks of our sudden PDA is as irrelevant as her very presence, and she knows it, too, because she straight up leaves when Kaia makes zero effort to comfort her.
Bye, Felicia.
