SKYLAR'S POV
Disclaimer: violence, sexual references, self harm, misuse of drugs
I was done with Daniel.
If he wanted nothing to do with me- then I wanted nothing to do with him.
It was simple as that.
I spat harshly onto the gritted pavement as I re-lit my cigarette. I stamped my previous one onto the ground with force and anger.
My parents had yelled at me yesterday when they had received a phone call by my headmaster- informing them that I haven't shown up to almost a whole month of school.
And despite the angry tension still raging in my house this morning- it didn't stop be from hoping over the fence right beside my school gates and making a run for it.
School was the last place I wanted to be.
My phone suddenly pinged.
It was a text from my older cousin Rico.
2:49PM
no llegues jodidamente tarde a la reunión (don't be fucking late to the meeting)
I rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone.
Who did he think I was?
Of course I wasn't going to be late.
I took another long inhale from my cigarette and I saw the smoke appear in front of my eyes.
I had been lounging around, trying to getting high, and being pretty much useless.
I finally arrived at my destination: A banged up house at the end of the west end Miller street. My number one (and favourite) drug dealer lived here.
I knew being even being near Miller streets was extremely risky.
I wasn't from around here and the people that were didn't like me very much.
I banged on the door with force as I watched my surrounding with caution. If one person waked by and recognised me, I'd be screwed.
Word will fly around like fire and I'll catch myself in a ditch.
I banged again. "Ian- open the fucking door."
I heard a little stir from inside as the blinds flickered up. "Skylar- that you?"
"Who else would be here during school hours- actually, don't answer that." I grumbled.
The blinds went down and I could hear him un-locking the dozen of locks on the door- and suddenly it swung open.
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