CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 7

 Slight warning for a little gore. 

One Month Later.

Tycho Black.

It's 4 am. 

It's getting to the point where summer is turning into fall, which means colder nights and colder beer runs. I tighten my grip around the fake ID in my pocket- not that I need it anymore. I've been here hundreds of times and the clerk's under the impression I've been of age since I was sixteen. That, or he just chooses to turn a blind eye, considering he's on the younger side too. That, and I'm pretty sure he's seen me play football. 

I step into the store. Its cold, white tiles and lack of heating do little to shake the frost from my limbs. It could be worse, but luckily for me, I'm nestled tightly in what little winter clothing I have: a pitch-black, cotton hoodie with a faded band logo embroidered on the center of it, and one of my only pairs of jeans, which at this point do more harm than good considering the countless holes and loose stitching. 

I make my way to the liquor aisle as usual, ignoring the twenty-something-year-old cashier that I don't recognize who seems to like to stick to cliches because he's high out of his mind. My eyes and feet make their way to the fourth freezer of beer and I stop when a case of Corona floods my vision. 

At least they have his favorite. 

"Tycho! Hey!"

The shuffle of footsteps sets my heart racing and I quickly turn around- only to be met with Kacey and Max. 

Kacey as usual greets me with a smile, while Max sits back, his eyes giving their signature glare. 

I smile back at Kacey.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here so late at night, dude? It's cold as shit, especially in those trashy ass jeans I literally told you to toss out years ago." She gives me a slight glare and I'm quick to dismiss my nervousness with a chuckle. 

"Just on a beer run is all," I sniffle. "I mean, shit, look at Max. He looks like he could use one to warm himself up." I laugh at the look on Max's face because he knows I'm right, considering he was sporting two heavy jackets and his face was covered with a dense scarf.  Kacey doesn't laugh at my joke. I look down at her to catch her eyes but her attention is directed to the case of beer in my hand. Confusion hits me, and I can't help but snap my fingers lightly to get her to look up. 

"You good, Kace? You look like you've seen a ghost." 

She looks up at me and it's like it all clicked for her in that instant- and for me too.

"You don't drink Corona's, Tyke." Shit. I maneuver past the two and quickly make my way to the counter with Kacey nipping at my heels, throwing questions left and right.

"What the fuck, Tycho?"

"I know those aren't for you-"

"-You don't drink Coronas because they make you throw up-"

"-They're for Jason, aren't they?"

A sigh escapes my lips. I forgot I had told her years ago that Jason stopped all of his bullshit. The drinking, the drugs, and everything else. Of course, back then it was easy for her to believe considering how much I had physically grown. I also thought that growing up would give me a chance at payback. I was wrong. 

Max is standing a few feet behind Kacey with a puzzled look on his face. I turn back to the cashier to give him the money in my hand while he scans my ID. I let out another sigh as they both begin speaking at the same time.