Brik was barely paying attention to Ky and Lizzie as they conversed, his mind still hazy from the influence of narcotics. His mind was drifting to a completely different world. If you asked him what this world consisted of, he wouldnāt be able to provide a specific answer since the world in his head was bleak and colorless. It was simply a flurry of blacks and gray swirling about and intertwining into intricate patterns. Perhaps, Brik was too high. He snapped out of his daydream when Lizzie began addressing him. At the mention of a girlfriend, Brik quirked a brow, momentarily forgetting that she didnāt know any better. On second thought, she should still know better, seeing as Brik didnāt look like the type to catch a girlās eyes. He was too broody, complicated, and had a tendency to say the wrong things at the wrong times. Never would he remember an anniversary, birthday, hell, heād be lucky if he remembered what he ate for breakfast. Long story short, Brik would make a horrible boyfriend for any girl in her right mind. He didnāt even register Lizzieās flirtatious advances. Yup, Brik was far too high. He probably would have playful flirted back if he was high on X or Vikes instead of weed.
āGirlfriend?ā Brik nearly snorted, shrugging his shoulders. āYouāre funny, Liz.ā His eyes shifted to Ky, his face now void of any amusement he once had. āCome on, Iām craving pizza.ā Without another word, he turned his back on them, pulling his hood over his head as he limped to the exit. āGet the lead out of your asses and letās go.ā
Grease dribbled down Brikās chin as he devoured his pizza as if it were his first meal in days. A string of cheese connected him to the food before him and he closed his eyes, humming in pleasure. It couldnāt get better than thisā¦even sex was falling short, but then again, he wouldnāt know. He was a virgin, after all. He gulped down his soda before letting out a burp. āGod, nothing beats Casanovaās pizza, dude.ā He patted his stomach with a whisper of a smile on his face, seeing as smiling was very rare for him. Brik glanced at Lizzie, finally able to function now that he had some sustenance in him. āSo, how much do you remember, hm?ā He cocked his head to the side in a puppyish manner. āAre you like brain dead or retarded or something?ā Where was his filter when he needed it? āDo you even remember having sex or doing drugs? If you donāt I feel sorry for you, Liz.ā He was genuinely curious, however, the deliverance of his curiosityā¦wasnāt the best of approaches to the topic.