Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

27 - Gabe, Ghost & Grip

~ Pop Style - Drake ~
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"Yeah I'm coming. Just go around the corner," I whisper. I hang up my phone and grab my backpack before heading out

I walk around the back of the school where a sleek black car is waiting. I open the door to the passenger seat and sit inside. "Gabe! Haven't seen you in forever," I sigh as he begins driving.

He shoots me a smirk. "You too Prys. What're you doing out here?" He asks.

"School. Parents sent me here. Have any specials?" I ask with a sweet smile. He chuckles pointing towards the back seat.

I reach over and grab a bag. "Gosh you're amazing, you know that," I say looking through the drugs.

"Yeah, yeah. Just stick with your regulars," he says. I pick out a few and place them in my bag. My eyes widen as I pick up a bag of white powder.

I laugh. "Cocaine now too?" I question. Gabe has been my drug dealer all high school. He graduated and moved out here so I haven't seen him in a while.

He nods. "Makes the most money. There's a party tonight, you coming?" He asks.

"Hell yeah. Hey, what does cocaine feel like?" I ask out of curiosity. He grabs the bag and tosses it in the backseat.

"Take edibles, oxy, weed, molly even. Just stay away from the cocaine, heroin and hard shit. Got it Prys?" He says. He's always been overprotective.

I roll my eyes. He never lets me try the hard stuff. Not that I want too. Maybe partially, out of curiosity, you know. "Yes dad. Anyways I'm skipping school today because I don't feel like going," I mention as I place some drugs in my bag.

We talk the entire time until we reach a house. "My housemates are here but they're chill. Just um cover up," he gestures to my crop top. My brows furrow. "One of them, Jack, can be very touchy," he says slowly.

I let out a snort. "I'll be fine. Just don't leave me alone with him," I get out of the car and walk to the front door. Gabe follows behind and opens the door for me with his key.

"Yo!" Gabe shouts as we take off our shoes. Four boys come running towards us.

"Who's the chick," one of them points at me.

"This is Prys. She's chill, watch yourself," Gabe warns as they look me up and down. "Prys this is, Ryan," he points to redhead. "Jack," a curly blonde. "Logan and Lucas," he points to two identical twins.

We all walk into the living room which is filled with full bottles of alcohol, weed and red solo cups. "We are throwing the party here tonight. Want to help?" Gabe asks.

"Sure!" I agree.

"Here help me bring out the beer pong table in the garage," Ryan says. I follow him into a mudroom. He opens the door and we walk into their garage. "So how do you know Gabe?"

I lift one end of the table while Ryan lifts the other. "High school. Same science class," I try to remember. We carry the table into the living room and begin placing cups on it.

"Shit forgot the beer. Be right back," Ryan runs out of the room. I left alone placing stacks of cups around the room.

I hear a bang and turn around. "Shit. Help me?" Jack bends down picking up pieces of broken glass. I grab the broom and dustpan and sweep up the little pieces while he picks them up.

"Thanks Prys," he takes the broom from me sliding his hands over my own.

"Yeah um no problem," I utter awkwardly.