id just moved to town with my mom and brother. my brother had been in portland for about a year before me and my mom moved here. he lived with my grandparents but now it's all of us in portland. it was a friday, and after battling the flu, i was ready to go to school. it was january, and i was dressed in a band tee and jeans with my brown leather jacket i got from my dad. he killed himself that previous january.
i had my schedule and was sitting in science on the first day, and 15 minutes past the bell eddie munson walks in.
"tardy, Mr Munson." Mrs Mill said, handing him a tardy slip.
he took it and rolled his eyes, taking his seat in the back.
i had heard that he was a drug dealer, and i needed some bud. i scribbled a note asking him to meet me after school in the park.
i passed it back to him and he gave me a smile and a thumbs up.
he did it in a way that was surprisingly friendly. his appearance was deceiving. but i was still sort of scared of him. my brother had told me stories about him, like what he'd done. and it was scary stuff, but i needed to get high, so i sucked up my fear.
my stomach was in knots all day leading up to meeting him.
i made a bee line to the park after school, and followed eddie to a picnic table.
he sat across from me and pulled out a box.
"so, what do you need?" he asked, opening the box.
"what do you have?" i asked.
"i've got pills, shrooms, tabs and weed." he said simply.
"weed." i said, pulling out my cash.
he gave me the goods in a little bag, and i payed him.
i pulled out rolling paper and a filter.
"mind sharing?" eddie asked.
i didn't mind, so i rolled one up and light it, passing it to him.
i hate to admit it, but he was hot. the way he dressed, his hair, he played the guitar, which was ridiculously hot.
i wasn't a bad looking girl. i wouldn't say i was beautiful, but im definitely not ugly.
"so, you're that prick kyles sister, aren't you?" he asked, passing the joint to me.
"that's me. i'm dylan." i said.
"i'm eddie." he said, shaking my hand.
"so, you still play the guitar?" i asked.
he pulled his shirt down to show me his pick necklace.
"you have tattoos?" i asked, gawking at them.
"duh. i get them cheap downtown." he said, rolling his sleeves up to show me more of them.
his veiny arms turned and i admired all of his tattoos.
"you aren't what i was expecting." i said.
"what, you thought i'd be mean and scary?" he said, taking the joint from my lips.
"hey!" i said, as he took a long drag.
"calm down." he said laughing.
i rolled my eyes and watched him, before my phone started to ring.
"hey mom. i can't talk, i'll be home soon." i said.
"where the hell are you?" she asked.
"the park. i'll be home soon." i convinced her.
"before dark." she said, hanging up.
"who was that?" eddie asked.
"my mom. it's cool thought." i said.
"so, where do you live?" he asked.
"what?"
"you moved here. where?"
"oh uh, 6th street." i said
his face light up. "that's two block away from my house."
"you got any more bud in there?" i asked, throwing the joint away.
"no. i got more at my house though, if you want to come." he suggested.
i agreed, and we began walking to his house.
he lived in a small brick house, run down, and dirty inside.
"sorry bout the mess. my dads a big drunk." he said, guiding me to his room.
"it's alright." i said.
he searched for the drugs and i stood and looked around his room.
wall to wall was covered in metal posters, cds everywhere.
"here you are, sorry bout the wait." he said, turning up 5 minutes later.
"it's okay. thanks." i said, sliding money in his hand.
he just stood and looked at me blankly.
"i think people who like metal are hot." i said bluntly.
"me too." he said, his dimples making an appearance.
i had a rare moment where my brain went blank and my body acted without me thinking, because before i knew it i had grabbed munson by the shirt and pulled his face to mine.
his mouth is soft and warm. his rings are cold on my hot skin, but i like it. he tastes like cigarettes and bud, and my tongue slides across his bottom lip.
he parts for me. soft warm and wet meet more soft warm and wet.
his hand runs a hot trail across my side, and he pulls me tight against him. he's all hard edges and heat, and a massive bulge is pressed against my stomach.
holy shit. i thought. id never made out with someone this hot.
after far too short of a time, he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips across my cheek to my ear.
"want to get out of here?" he asked.
"kyle will kill you."
"i can take him."
he guided me to his car, explaining it was because his dad was coming home soon and he didn't want me to be caught in the middle.
i hear my name being called, so my head snaps up.
"sh." i said to eddie's protest.
"dylan?" kyles voice called to me.
"shit." i muttered
"dylan come here. wait, is that? eddie munson? with my fucking sister?" kyle yelled, walking towards us.
"kyle, go home." i said, pushing him away from eddie.
"no. i'm going to beat this little shits ass." he said.
"for what?" i asked, shoving him again.
"it's obvious. you have a fucking hickey." he said, pointing to my neck.
shit
before i knew if kyle had swung on eddie, his lip split and bleeding.
eddie swung back, and then they were full on fist fighting.
i'm my years of experience i've learned to stay out of it, to avoid being shoved.
eventually i pulled kyle off eddie and dragged him home, apologizing profusely to eddie.
he yelled something from a distance but i couldn't make it out.
i slapped the back of kyles head as we walked home silently.
my mom freaked out at kyle, so much so she didn't notice the hickey.
i finished unpacking my things and went to my bathroom to shower. tomorrow was friday, thank god.
i couldn't stop thinking about my kiss with eddie. i hadn't kissed someone like that since freshman year.
i got into bed and prepared for sleep.
i would apologize tomorrow. i had to.
but it didn't mean i don't want to do everything again.
