CHAPTER 20

Sasha J. Morales

The voice of Jorja Smith then resonates that I smoke, again, in shorties in my bedroom. I smoked this a lot week.

Lying on my bed, I lift my legs and place my hands behind my thighs.

I can see that the white varnish on my toes are starting to flake. I have to go to the beautician, maybe I'll ask Sam to come with me, just to make it up to me for ignoring him the last few days.

My door unlocks and I frown as I sit up. I kneel on my bed and remove my joint from my mouth.

“You are uncatchable”

“Ethan you fucking scared me.”

He doesn't get up and sits next to me. He opens the bag he took with him.

Food !

" I love you."

I pass him my joint which he collects grimacing and I open the cardboard box containing my noodles. I catch chopsticks and start eating. I would have preferred a big hamburger but I'm not going to complain.

“Sasha, you’re producing exactly the pattern I didn’t want you to do.”

"That's to say?" I ask for the mouth half full.

“Are you heartbroken