JEALOUS MUCH?

10.CONSUMED

ALEX'S POV:

as i stormed out of the store i feel my heart drop into my stomach and everything is moving in slow motion. i couldn't breath and i started crying

i wasn't mad at fuckshit, but i just couldn't bear to see him with another girl. i skated to my favourite all night taco truck not too far from the shop and just sat at a table. i felt a sudden tap on my shoulder so i turned around and it was fourthgrade, ray, ruben and stevie

"how'd you know i'd be here?"-i asked very confused

"fourthgrade knew where to find you actually..."-ray said while sitting down

"huh, how?"-i said while looking at fourthgrade

"i remembered you saying that you like it here"-fourthgrade says quietly while smiling

i just smiled back, it was good to have my boys here with me... well most of them.

"where you going tonight?"-ruben asked

"i'm gonna go home..."-i said

"i don't think that's a good idea"-ray said while turning towards me

"i don't have a choice, plus i cant keep stealing your guys's clothes"-i said while looking at my sweatsuit i borrowed from fuckshit

"stay with me?"-ray asked

"i can't ray, i need to go home and sleep in my own bed and wear my own clothes, i've been wearing different pairs of fuckshit's boxers for way too long..."-i said

"can we skate you there?"-ruben asked while grabbing his board

"sure, if you want"-i said while standing up

we arrived at my house

"okay... call me if you need anything okay?"-ray asked

"okay"-i said while smiling

"any of us, we're here for you"-fourthgrade chimed in

"see you guys tomorrow?"-i asked

"motorz at 11 am be there!"-ray called out

"ight night guys"-i said as i headed inside

"night"-they all called out

i opened the door to my house quietly, hoping not to wake my father who was blackout drunk on the couch. i successfully made it up to my room and packed everything i owned in case i needed a getaway bag, i heard a rumor my dad got fired so he probably won't be up till like 2 pm tomorrow.

i fell asleep until i woke up at 4 am to the sound of my phone ringing

i heard a familiar voice slur their words and knew it was fuckshit

"hey mamas"

"fuckshit, why are you calling me so early"-i asked

"c- come over ha"-fuckshit said

i could barely make out what he was saying

"olan wh--"-i was cut off

"it's fuckshit, don't call me olan."-fuckshit sounded mad

"okay, fuckshit"-i said annoyed

"das better baby"-fuckshit said

"what are you on?"-i asked

he was different than normal. weed doesn't have this affect on him and something in my gut told me it wasn't just alcohol...

"uhm haha a lot of shit"-fuckshit said while laughing