As I walk back home, I felt like I...
I look at the new neighbors' house.
What is wrong with me! I scream in my head as I knock on the door.
No answer. Another knock. Silence.
The door is open so I quietly sneak into the house. His parents aren't home? I wonder why.
I find Asher's room and smell something.
I walk into his room and find out what the smell is.
"Is that cocaine?" I whisper yell to a shirtless Asher.
"Shhh, I don't need the police on my back," he says.
I look at him "Why don't you come here and get high with me?" He says.
"No. Why are you even doing this stuff?" I say.
"To get someone out of my mind," he says.
"What if your parents come home and smell that then catch you?"
"They won't. They went out of town for a couple of days and so my brother's coming over to watch over me," he says.
"Does your brother know about this?"
"Of course he knows, he does it too," he says.
"Oh. My. Gosh," I say in disbelief.
"Yeah, can you look in my closet and get my shirt out of there?" He asks me.
"Why?" I ask.
"Why so many questions?" He asks.
"Why not enough answers?" I test him.
"Just get my shirt, I'm a little too high-" I cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah whatever," I say.
I open the closet door and on the wall I see a row of different types of guys.
I gasp "Shit, I forgot that was in there," he says, hurrying to close the closet door.
"What's that for?" I ask.
"Protection," he says plainly, facing me.
"What do you need protection for? Look at you," I say, trying to not to look at his perfect six pack.
"You could kill a guy with just your bare knuckles. Why do you need to do it the wrong way?" I protest.
He looks down and sighs then looks up to meet my eyes.
"This isn't right Asher and you know it," I say to him, slapping his chest.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine."
"It'll be fine?" I exclaim. "Not if you overdose or die?" I say.
He chuckles "Your starting to make it sound like you care," he says.
"Well, I care about your health and I care about you dying, knowing I could do something about it," I say.
He chuckles again and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear "You can't do anything about it," he says as he sits back on his bed to sniff some more cocaine.
"C'mon, you know you wanna try it," he says.
"I don't because if I do, I might get hooked."
"That's the fun part," he laughs.
"I'm leaving," I say.
"Are you gonna call the cops on me?" He asks.
"No, I'll keep it a secret," I say.
"Oh really?" He chuckles.
"Only because I don't wanna be the person to get you locked up," I say and then exit his parents' house.
What a day. I go to my parents' house and finally find my headache relieving pills and swallow it down with water.
I go to sleep to make the pills work faster.
BYEEE
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Xoxox
,Tia
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The Bad Boy Isn't So Bad
Non-Fiction"I'm the person who's bed your gonna end up in baby doll," he says, his eyes burning holes into me as I get my books out of my locker. "Fuck boy," I mumble. "Sorry what was that?" he asks. "I called you a fuck boy, now get lost," I say.
