Badass

This was some bullshit.

I grumpily got in my seat and resolved that if I could count to five different shitty aspects of my situation I'd leave.

1. I couldn't fucking understand the game since Esmie was the one in tune with sports and she was somewhere else

2. I forgot my money at home so I can't fucking buy food

3. I was sitting next to some creep who kept calling me a watermelon

4. I really fucking needed a smoke but I couldn't because I don't want some asthmatic having an attack

5. I don't really care for sports. Too much work and not enough hot guys.

Wow, that was easier than I thought.

Smiling to myself I got out of my seat and exited the stadium, texting Esmie and telling her that I went for a smoke. As I reached the back of the stadium I was glad for the fact that I was alone save for one guy also smoking. Watching people fuck is not the way I wanna spend my night.

Leaning against the brick wall, I took my pipe out of my jacket's pocket and reached for my lighter next. When I came up empty I cursed under my breath.

"Hey, can I use your lighter?" I asked the guy next to me. He nodded slightly and reached in his pocket for it. As he handed it to me I noticed his eyes. They were fucking gorgeous. Framed by long, almost feminine, lashes they shined like sapphires. Damn, I need to write that down.

"Nice hair." He said, pressing the lighter in my hand. I smirked.

"Nice eyes," I complimented back. It was his turn to smirk. I lit up my pipe and took a long, relaxed puff.

"You got a name?" He asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I don't know. I lost my memory in a car crash and no one claimed me at the hospital." I joked.

"Oh shit really?" He asked, slightly alarmed. I laughed out loud and took another puff of smoke into my system.

"No dipshit! My name's Delphine." I say. He calmed down and began laughing along with me. When we finally subdued enough to form a coherent sentence he answered my silent question.

"Hayes." He said. Hayes. Nice name.

"I'm feeling Hayesy." I say, chuckling to myself at my little joke. Hayes joined in with me.

"Never heard that one before." He said, throwing an arm over my shoulder. Maybe it was because I was completely stoned but I leaned against him.

We fell into a comfortable silence and I found myself thinking of what a nice Polaroid this would make. Hayes and I, each taking puffs of our own nicotine but joined together in mutual smokiness.

"Have you ever had stoned sex?" I asked randomly. Hayes looked down at me and shook his head.

"No. Why?"

"Me either. Heard it's the best. Like the pleasure from being high and the pleasure from sex are merged together. Sounds pretty damn cool to me." I say with my pipe between my lips, a final trail of smoke coming out of its end.

"Sounds fun. But if we were to do that, hypothetically, wouldn't I be stealing your stoned virginity?" He asked with a lazy smirk. Placing my pipe back into my pocket, I moved my head up so that I was right by his ear.

"Do you wanna steal my stoned virginity?" I asked seductively. Hayes looked at me for a moment, gauging if I was serious or not. When he saw that I was he licked his lips and stomped his cigarette out.

"Maybe." And then he crashed his lips onto mine.

Notes

Woohoo that was fun to write :)