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"Demi Lovato." she whispered.
I smirked, and something strange glinted in her eyes. A flash of fright? Anger? Sadness? I didn't really care anyway.
"Be prepared for your first day of hell." I said to her, releasing her arm. "Starting tomorrow, I will make your life a living nightmare. And if you don't show up to school, I will track you down."
She looked like she was about to leave, but she stood still instead, leaning closer to me.
"Looking forward to it." she mocked, and then she was running down the steps.
I watched her go, letting the malicious anger leave my body. I really didn't want to do this. She didn't deserve it; but I deserved friends, right? So I had to do it if I wanted to stay in Mike's group.
I got on my motorcycle (Nick was already sitting behind), and I turned the key. I saw the tendons in my arms sticking out, and I also saw that my arms were strained, veins popping up beneath the skin.
"Dude, you ok?" Nick asked, switching the radio on. Ha. Like he even cared.
"I'm fine." I lied, pulling out of the parking lot.
It was silent on the trip back, aside from the radio. I resisted the urge to sing along, and I bit my lip, trying to think about something else besides Demi Lovato.
Nick ran upstairs and slammed his door shut when we got home. I threw my keys on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch in front of the TV. I flicked it on and switched to some random music channel, and then my mind couldn't get away from her any longer.
How could I do those terrible things to her? How was I going to live with myself if I did. Maybe I wouldn't feel the same way if she wasn't so god damn pretty. But she was, and that was what I was going to have to live with.
A sudden knock on the door made me snap out of my reverie. I jumped off the couch and pulled the front door open.
"Oh. Hey Kevin." I mumbled, turning away as soon as I saw him.
I'd forgotten that he was coming.
"Hey, Joe! Did Mom put the rest of my stuff in boxes like I asked her to?" he questioned, walking inside and shutting the door behind him.
"Go find out for yourself." I sighed, sitting back on the couch.
He sighed, clearly frustrated with me like he always was. He left the room and I heard Nick run down the stairs.
"KEVIN!" he exclaimed excitedly.
I heard a loud bang and some laughter. It sucked that Nick was that close to Kevin. I wanted Nick to hate Kevin like I did. Hate him for going off and getting married to some chick he probably didn't even like; leaving us here to be bored.
"Act your age." I muttered loudly, shifting over on the couch.
"Stop acting like a jerk." Nick called out, laughter still in his voice. Man, if the guys at school could see what a little kid Nick was at home, he would never be allowed in the group.
"Where's Frankie?" Kevin asked, his voice moving farther away as he and Nick walked up the stairs.
"Swimming lessons." Nick replied. "Either that or he's running away from that bully."
"He's still getting bullied? Poor Kid." Kevin's voice was too far away now; that was the last thing I heard.
I turned off the TV and ran my fingers through my hair. Without thinking, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to my motorcycle. I ended up at Mike's house, and going down to his basement.
There was one thing I had never told anyone. Not my parents, not Nick, and not Kevin. Only Mike knew about this.
We were.... addicted to cocaine.
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kachiich 11 months ago
they may be addicted but I am to.
I'm addicted to this series. pls next eppi? It's my bday?
musicisall2me 1 year ago
Yes! So bad you posted this! Loved it! Joe you're so stupid sometimes. Tsk tsk tsp
zwoccergirl76 1 year ago
oh joe... what are we going to do with you?
skatingjbfan08 1 year ago