"Hey." Brody answered. He sounded annoyed. "Hey. Sorry I freaked out just now." I told him. "I dumpted all in the grass and scattered it." I lied. "Good." He said. "I wont bother you anymore. I'm sorry." I said, and hung up. He called me back, but I ignored it. I took a deep breath. I felt great. I took my compacte out and looked at myself. My eyes were a little dialated, but nothing Chris would notice. I started to walk toward the apartment when my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered, a little too cheerfully. "Uh-Blair? It's Rob." He said. "Hi. You lied." I told him. "So did you." He said. "Uh-uh." I said, and giggled. "You took it, didn't you?" He asked. "Not all of it." I said. He sighed. "Are you high right now too?" I asked. "Yeah." He said, and laughed. That made me laugh. "Why did you lie? If you don't want to hang out with me you can just say so." I told him. "That's not it. I do want to. I just don't want to be responsable if you get hurt." He said. "I wont. And you wouldn't be." I said. "I want to see you again." I told him. "That's a bad idea." He said, and caughed. "Why?" I asked. "I'm bad news sugar." He said. "Sugar?" I asked, and laughed. "Where are you?" He asked me. "I'm at my apartment building, getting ready to go inside." I told him. "Is Chris home?" He asked. "Yes." I said. "DON'T go inside!" He said. "I only took some of it, I look fine. He can't tell." I said. "Trust me! If he used to do it, he can tell. Wait a couple hours before you go in, okay." He said. "What am I suposed to do?" I asked. "Figure something out." He said. I got mad suddenly. I thought he had insinuating that I come see him. "AHhhhhhhhhhh! You are so dumb!" I shouted, and hung up the phone. It rang a second later. "You can't come see me Blair. I'm suposed to be in Rehab. If anyone finds out I'm not, I'm in a shit load of trouble." He said. "I won't tell!" I told him. "Why do you want to see me so bad? Chris is better for you." He said. "I don't know! I just do. You make me excited, and really feel alive. I love Chris, but I don't feel that way around him. Not like I do with you. You are fun." I told Rob. He laughed. "What?" I asked. "Nothing. If you want to come over, you know where to find me. If not you should go back home. You don't sound fucked up over the phone, so I'm sure you'd be fine. Your choice." He said, and hung up. "ASS HOLE!" I shouted at the phone, and shoved it my purse. I stood between the parking lot and my apartment building trying to figure out what to do. "FUCKING BASTARD!" I said agian, and then laughed at myself.
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"Hey." Brody answered. He sounded annoyed.
"Hey. Sorry I freaked out just now." I told him. "I dumpted all in the grass and scattered it." I lied.
"Good." He said.
"I wont bother you anymore. I'm sorry." I said, and hung up. He called me back, but I ignored it. I took a deep breath. I felt great. I took my compacte out and looked at myself. My eyes were a little dialated, but nothing Chris would notice. I started to walk toward the apartment when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered, a little too cheerfully.
"Uh-Blair? It's Rob." He said.
"Hi. You lied." I told him.
"So did you." He said.
"Uh-uh." I said, and giggled.
"You took it, didn't you?" He asked.
"Not all of it." I said. He sighed.
"Are you high right now too?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said, and laughed. That made me laugh.
"Why did you lie? If you don't want to hang out with me you can just say so." I told him.
"That's not it. I do want to. I just don't want to be responsable if you get hurt." He said.
"I wont. And you wouldn't be." I said. "I want to see you again." I told him.
"That's a bad idea." He said, and caughed.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm bad news sugar." He said.
"Sugar?" I asked, and laughed.
"Where are you?" He asked me.
"I'm at my apartment building, getting ready to go inside." I told him.
"Is Chris home?" He asked.
"Yes." I said.
"DON'T go inside!" He said.
"I only took some of it, I look fine. He can't tell." I said.
"Trust me! If he used to do it, he can tell. Wait a couple hours before you go in, okay." He said.
"What am I suposed to do?" I asked.
"Figure something out." He said. I got mad suddenly. I thought he had insinuating that I come see him.
"AHhhhhhhhhhh! You are so dumb!" I shouted, and hung up the phone. It rang a second later.
"You can't come see me Blair. I'm suposed to be in Rehab. If anyone finds out I'm not, I'm in a shit load of trouble." He said.
"I won't tell!" I told him.
"Why do you want to see me so bad? Chris is better for you." He said.
"I don't know! I just do. You make me excited, and really feel alive. I love Chris, but I don't feel that way around him. Not like I do with you. You are fun." I told Rob. He laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. If you want to come over, you know where to find me. If not you should go back home. You don't sound fucked up over the phone, so I'm sure you'd be fine. Your choice." He said, and hung up.
"ASS HOLE!" I shouted at the phone, and shoved it my purse. I stood between the parking lot and my apartment building trying to figure out what to do.
"FUCKING BASTARD!" I said agian, and then laughed at myself.
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