If only he saw his precious girl, you thought as Eva lit a blunt. The night was chill as you sat at her balcony.

Thankfully, Spencer wasn't home tonight, Eva wouldn't dare do something like this with her dad in the next room—she pretended to like bending the rules, but she was more scared of her dad than anything. You were looking at the stars like it was the first time, the smoke filling your lungs as you laughed—until you heard a knock on the door.

"Shit, shit, shit." she whispered, difusing the smoke with her hands. She started coughing nervously, and in that moment you could kill her for it.

"Is everything okay? I'm coming in," he shouted, worried. Eva held her breath to stop coughing, so you replied:

"All good! Come in!" You hollered back with panic all over your face.

He stepped inside and instantly noticed the smell—but he knew lecturing you never worked, so he took a different approach. He played it cool as he sat between you. Eva was pale as a ghost, but you held a poker face.

"Who has it?" he asked stretching out his hand, waiting for the blunt.

Silence.

"C'mon, you think I've never smoked weed before?" he scoffed, and Eva, with shaky hands, handed it over.

Both of you stared as he took a puff, blowing out the smoke with a cough, "Sorry, it's been a while."

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Just so you know, I'd rather have you smoking here and being safe than hiding from me."

"Right... Thanks?" Eva muttered, stifling a laugh as he passed it back to her.

The three of you shared the blunt, hearing Spencer tell stories about his time in college—and you found yourself enjoying his presence.

After a while, it was getting late and Eva was tired, so she said goodnight and went to bed.

Meanwhile, you two kept laughing together, enjoying the lightness of being high as you watched the night pass by.

You know what? Maybe he's kind of cool—

"This doesn't change anything, okay?" He interrupted your thoughts, taking another puff. "I still hate you, I just didn't want Eva to feel bad for this."