2 heartbroken teens

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Kaleb and his friends, whose names I don't know yet, guide me to a very expensive dark blue Audi. 

"Whose car is this?" I venture asking.

"Ours." Kaleb answers. "We have a bunch apart from this one, so we share them."

"A bunch?" Is that they have a fucking money tree in their backyard or what? And then they're wearing cheap clothes. Weird.

"Go walking, then." He says seeing my distrust face. I stick out my middle finger and got into the car, in the passenger seat. I don't feel like going with two weird guys and in the backseat.

It's been the longest ten minutes ride that I remember in my whole life. I hated everything: the smell of weed, the awful music taste and the bad driving. Seriously, having a sport car doesn't mean you have to hit a hundred on urban roads.

Anyways, we made it without crashing, thanks God.

I don't recognize the neighborhood we're at. Even though it's dark, I can see that pretty much of the houses around are similar to the one I'm living in, maybe these are a bit bigger. Kaleb opens the gate to a pale yellow three-floor house and enters, parking in front of the garage door.

"Welcome to my sweet home." He smirks. 

We get out of the car and I contemplate better the house design from the outside while walking towards the front door. I can't believe any of them earning the enough amount of money to afford this ridiculously big house, the number of cars they might have and who knows what more. Either one of his weird friends' parents are rich or they have a secret.

"It's just you three living here?" I ask once we go inside of it. At first sight, there is almost no furniture, which feels weird being such a big house. I see a big plasma screen over a fireplace that doesn't seem they ever turn on. 

"Pretty much, yeah. But everyday we have guests and some of them stay in the night. So it is more common being between five and ten people, excepting the parties, you know." He winks, and I maintain dead face. 

"It stinks." I comment out loud. We're also three boys in my house, but at least we worry about cleaning every week. 

"Get used to it." One of the guys says, the one who was pretty high before. I'll call him Red Eyes. He and the other guy -that I'm gonna call Nose Ring-, left to the backyard which I can guess is quite big because there are some lanterns lightning it for some meters until the bushes that demarcates the property.

"Beautiful house, huh?" He says while going to the kitchen, dirty in every corner. He opens the fridge and gets a beer. "Want one?" But I refuse.

"If you say so..." I mutter. Beautiful isn't even the last word I'd use to describe this dump. 

"Now let's be honest, okay?" I say seconds later. "First of all, let's start with how you got the money to buy all the stuff you have."

"Dad's." He answers, very calmly. 

"Dad?" 

He left years ago, he could have found a job with good earnings, but somehow I can't imagine that situation. He was a high school teacher when he still lived with mum and Kaleb and I. He never complaint about work, so I never thought of him quitting. 

"Does he still teach?" I ask to reassure.

"Yes, but in another high school, of course."

"A teacher doesn't earn that much of money, if you didn't know already."

He shrugs. Kaleb's been always a bad liar, and because I'm the older brother, I know very well when he's lying to me. Arguing has never been his strength. 

"Where the hell--"

"Fuck, why you care that much!" He yells, cutting my phrase.

"Because it's obvious that you're into something illegal! Drugs, for example? And I don't care about dad, but for sure mum doesn't know a shit."

He widens his eyes and frowns. 

"It's not complicated to guess. And, yeah, as I said before, I don't fucking care if you're killing yourself slowly, but I care so much for mum and I don't want to imagine her face if she ever knows. Or worse, if she founds out that her younger son has been arrested for drug dealing."

He opens the mouth to talk, but I don't let him.

"Give me at least one reason to believe you. Show me that you and those that supposedly are your friends are getting money legally."

He stays dead silent. As I was expecting.

"Fine, go tell mum if you dare. Be the nice and perfect son that you pretend to be!"

"You don't know nothing about me." I defend myself.

"You sure?" Kaleb lays the bottle on the counter and looks at me, challenging.

"It's been years." I state.

"You're a hypocrite." He says firmly, without hesitation. What the fuck? I can't help clenching my jaw.

"What did you say?" I point at him with a finger. He smirks without giving a damn shit.

"You have the audacity to blame me for dealing with drugs when I'm not the only brother that has a problem with them."

Silence. I furrow my brow.

"What..., who..." 

There are only four people who knows about my pills: Jordan, Justin, Summer and...

Kaleb chuckles.

"Seems that I can read through your secrets too, brother."

I clench my fists ready to grab him by his tee, but suddenly... Suddenly I hear a laugh from the backyard. Kaleb told he frequents having people in his house, but what most shocked me is that I clearly recognized the laugh.

"I'm going for more drinks." I hear the voice so close. Then we were staring at each other in complete astonishment.

"What the..."

"...Fuck!" Riley cusses.

"Hey, babe." Kaleb walks towards her and puts her arm around her waist, looking at me with evil eyes.

BABE?!

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On vacation this weekend! Next chapter on August :)