Nixie rolled another blunt and placed it between her lips, reaching over Trevor for the lighter. He awkwardly smelled her as her hair lightly feathered his face and she gave him a look that said, “No way in hell.” He backed off and waited as she took a couple puffs but to his vexation, she never passed it to him as proper weed etiquette would have it.
“Puff puff pass, baby. It’s my turn.”
“Huh? Oh, this isn’t for you.”
“But we’re sharing.”
“We were and now we’re not.”
“Why are you such a bitch all the time?”
“Why are you such an asshole?” She looked at him like she might just throat punch him for daring to speak to her that way. Truthfully, she considered it but fortunately for him, the pot was doing an excellent job at calming her mind and she was ready to leave before he could ruin her much needed high. She took an arrogantly long puff just to tease the aggravated boy staring back at her. She took it a step further by blowing her smoke in his face with a brazen smirk just before standing to her feet and walking away, leaving him all alone on the beach with no girl and no weed.
“Where are you going? I drove you here.”
“I can walk, thanks. Enjoy your sober night.”
She trudged across the sandy beach floor and found the street in a matter of minutes. Walking home wasn’t her ideal method of commute but she would find it more tolerable than rounding up the others and enduring the car ride listening to their lips smacking and incessant giggling. It’s not like she couldn’t let loose and have fun too, she just didn’t mix well with this group and the last time she ran wild along the beach with them, she met her match in Easton. He got her, and nobody ever gets her. And then he left without so much as a goodbye. Oh well, that’s what men do, they leave.
As she walked home remembering her sad past and smirking at how ridiculous it sounded to be in high school and to have a “past,” a car pulled up beside her with the brights on showing no end to the road ahead. She stopped and looked inside the window that was already rolled down.
“Need a ride?” A boy asked from inside.
“You don’t have to be difficult, Nix. Just get in.”
She froze involuntarily at the sound of her nickname spilling from another boy’s lips. Her mind flashed back to a time when Easton was the only one who called her that.
They lay on his bedroom floor dreaming of their future together. It didn’t matter that she was only fifteen and he was barely seventeen, that didn’t stop them from making plans to run away and forget this place ever existed to them.
“I’m going to save you from this life, Nix. You don’t belong here and this town doesn’t deserve you. I’ll give you more someday, I promise.”
“Why do I believe you?”
“Because you’re the only person I never lie to.” He leaned into her and kissed her like no boy has ever kissed her. She knew this was the passion that most girls had to wait years before tasting yet here it was smeared on her lips and pressed against her chest because Easton kissed with his whole body.
“You getting in or not?” The boy asked, once again interrupting her thoughts.
She slipped out of her trance and into his car. It was strangely clean for a teenage boy’s car which gave her the impression that it actually belonged to his parents.
“Mystic Lane, right?”
“How do you know where I live?”
“Relax, Nix, it’s me. I’m not exactly a stranger. Besides, I don’t know which house is yours, just the street.”
“Why are talking to me like you know me so well?”
“Really? Do you not remember that we used to hang out all the time or did those memories disappear when he did?”
“What? Why would you bring him up like that?”
“Jesus, you’re so on edge. I’m allowed to talk about him. You’re not the only one he left behind.”
“Charlie, that’s right. I forgot-”
“Forgot what? That he had a best friend outside of your little shared world?”
“Ok, I’m sorry. Do you want me to get out? I can walk, I don’t really care.”
“No, don’t be stupid.”
“Why are you so annoyed with me? I’ve barely said anything.”
“It’s been three months. When are you going to join the rest of us in reality?”
He was entirely too serious and she wasn’t high enough for this surprise confrontation. “Do you care if I smoke in here?”
“Of course not. Remember when we used to hotbox in here?” He asked with a laugh. His face turned serious though and he added, “Shit, it’s like you’re not even you without him.”
“Can you stop bringing him up, please?”
He pulled up to a stop sign and looked directly at her, “Do you have to be home right now?”
“Nope, just have nowhere else to be.”
“Well, now you do.” He turned the car around just as they reached her street and suddenly she knew where he was taking her.
She locked eyes with his and smiled with a look that said, “I remember.” Then she slipped the joint between his lips just like the old days when their group would smoke and drive until they reached their spot.