Two

Two: Drug of Choice
"'What is your, drug of choice? Pick, your poison and enjoy.'" I find myself singing quietly to 10 Years, the smoke of a burning end of a Camel Menthol tickling up my frame. Jo sits beside me, keeping an eye on how observant I was being. Which was not unusual, but it was reason enough for caution. Especially when all I've felt is a miserable rage.
"So, you ready for exams?" She asks softly, trying her best to distract me. Her soft black hair fell down her back, in jagged long layers. I always loved her hair.
"Nope." I snuff the butt out in the grass, getting to my feet. We always ditch second period, and hide out on the edge of campus until lunch. "Hungry?"
"Starving." She gets to her feet, brushing the picked blades of grass from her palms.
I smile a bit and lead the way to the lunchroom. Eating in the same room as Eliza made me uncomfortable, and twists my stomach into tight fiery knots of hate. I knew she was my downfall, it was only a matter of time for when I would fall. Well, I've fallen...so who's going to catch me?

I get in line, Jo teasingly rubbing my shoulders.
"She's staring at me." I frowned, paranoia crawling up my back. I clench my hand into a tight fist and tear my gaze from her.
"Ignore her." Jo says softly.
"But Jo, I can't." I practically whine. I get my tray of food and eat it soberly, letting the daily fun of lunch distract me momentarily.
"Hey, you wanna stay over?" Jo asks me, rubbing my head softly. I nod.
"Sure. It's been a while since I stayed over anyway."
I lift my head up as she smiles at me, a look I haven't seen before crossing in her eyes. Sad yet happy.
"Jo," I begin. "As long as I've known you, are you straight?"
She blushes heavily, tearing her gaze from me. She mumbles quietly.
"No."
"What do ya' mean?" I ask, watching her jaw shift slightly.
"I...I'm a lesbian." I lay my head on her shoulder, clasping her hand gently. She sighs. "I haven't come out yet, but I have been since I...met you."
My eyebrows raise. "Me?"
She nods. "And everything you do, I want to try."
She blushes again. So cute..
"Like my fetish?" I couldn't resist asking. Hope even tainted my words. She gives a meek nod.
I let a smile crash onto my face and for a moment I forget about Eliza. Jo, though taller and well curved, didn't look like the dominant type when she was like this. But looks can be deceiving. Even still I felt my shoulders relax.
Maybe my drug of choice lied in Jo's hands, and not Revenge.