Misfit Burnouts

Chapter 1: Robbery in St Peter's

Early in the morning the principal does her daily walk around the halls in an attempt to wake us up. By us I mean Dyla, Jeff and me. Mrs Dewey or how we like to call her; Mrs Nutter has always had issues with us, ever since I called her a nutjob she's been all over us. Thankfully we were getting corrugated ankles somewhere else. We got into a pub without permission, it wasn't that hard since they left the back door open. Dyla scares me sometimes, she always knows the best places to get lit.

"Dyla, how do you know this place again?" Jeff asked as he ate some nachos. "Uhm… I think Veronica told me about this place once, she said they have the best crack in the neighbourhood." Dyla responded as she took a sip from her drink. "Dyla, darling. Are you gonna get fucked right now? I'm not carrying you around mate." Mark scoffed as he looked around the place, they had old vinyls and some discs to sell. "What? Why not?" She groaned "Guys! You're no fun." Dyla whined. Jeff glared at her "You're not getting lit today Dy," he looked over at Mark's direction who was already asking for a cig. "Mark!" He yelled "What? Jeez Jeff.." Mark turned off his cig before crossing his arms. "It was just tobacco, I'm not gonna get high." He defended himself. "You better not. I'm being serious, both of you." Jeff sighed as he continued eating his nachos. "Can I have your ID please?" An unknown voice called out from behind Mark, the three of them instantly froze up. "Beg your pardon?" Mark responded. "Your ID, you're drinking alcohol. I need your ID to know you're not underage." The waiter stretched out his hand demanding for their identification.
Jeff glanced over at Dyla and back at Mark. "Uhm…" Mark chuckled awkwardly. The three of them rapidly stood up and ran towards the exit. "Hey! Get back here you scums!" The waiter yelled angrily as he chased towards them.

Once outside Mark looked around to find the nearest alleyway "Over there! Let's get into the Underground." Dyla and Jeff nodded as they all ran towards the metro station. They jumped over the fence since they didn't have any tickets, the waiter stayed behind. He was dumb, wouldn't break the law even if it meant giving them a good lesson. Mark panted as they got into the cold metal box. "Where's this even going?" Jeff huffed as he sat down. "St. Peters…" Mark groaned as he sat right next to Jeff. "It's not that bad! We can walk around St. Peters and then go back." Dyla smiled. "Do you even know St. Peters Dya?" Jeff sighed as he leaned against the musty metro seat. "Ew Jeff don't do that, it's filthy as hell.." Mark chuckled. "Fine then!" Jeff leaned in against Mark instead. "Better?" he stared at Mark. "Whatever." Mark rolled his eyes. The metro was empty which was weird considering where they lived but Mark didn't pay much attention to this. Dyla sat right next to Mark and did the same as Jeff. With both of them leaning on him, the most he could do was stare into the window in front of him.

After some minutes Jeff and Dyla had fallen asleep, Mark looked up at the screen. "St. Peters : 2min away, next station…" He sighed in relief, he turned towards Jeff. "Oi, Jeff. Wake up, we're almost there." In response, Jeff groaned. "5 more minutes…" he sighed. "We don't have 5 more minutes, wake up." Mark turned towards Dyla and did the same. Once they had arrived, the three of them exited the underground. "What now?" Mark asked as he lit up a cigarette and placed it on his mouth. "Hmm, I'm hungry. Anyone got money?" Dyla asked as she rubbed her stomach. "Don't look at me, I never bring money." Jeff chuckled awkwardly. Mark groaned. "Fine. Let's find somewhere to eat." Dyla smiled as she jumped up and down before hugging Mark. "Thank you Mark! You're the best! Mwah!" She playfully kissed his cheek. "Whatever." He started walking away. "Hey! Wait for us!" Jeff teased as he walked right behind him alongside Dyla. After sometime walking they stumbled into a small cafe, it looked sketchy but good enough. They sat down in a table outside, the prices were affordable so Mark didn't worry too much. "You guys order, I'm not hungry yet." Mark stretched. "Okay then." Dyla hummed as she looked at the menu with Jeff right next to her. Mark looked around, he spotted some sketchy dude. "Be right back." He cleared his throat. "Where you goin'?" Dyla asked. "Gonna take a leak." He rolled his eyes before walking towards the sketchy guy near the alleyway.

"What you've got?" Mark said in a calm tone, the sketchy guy chuckled. "The best of the best mate, maybe even too good." He opened his bag, small bags filled with white powder, pills, syringes and even crystals. "Is that meth?" Mark asked. "Of course it is kid, want some?" The guy offered him a bag. "That'll kill me dude." He scoffed. "What about a syringe? I'll give you a freebie." Mark chuckled as he heard this. "Shit okay then." The guy smiled as he handed Mark the syringe and a small bag with cocaine. "Don't take them at once or I won't be able to sell you more." He laughed. "Yeah yeah whatever." Mark handed him the money, he took off the sleeve of his jacket and quickly placed the needle before pushing it inside. Mark was used to this so he didn't flinch, he pushed the back of the syringe. The thick liquid entered his bloodstream. It was uncomfortable no matter how many times he did it. "You've got some bandaids?" Mark asked. "Who do you think I am kid? A nurse? Of course I don't have any." The guy walked off, not even waving goodbye. As expected. Mark threw the empty syringe away, small blood poking out of his new wound. He rolled his eyes before putting his jacket on again. He left the alleyway and walked towards his friends who were already eating.

Dyla waved at Mark, he walked towards them and sat back down. "Took you long enough!" Dyla huffed. She looked at Mark, she scanned him up and down. "You okey dude?" She chuckled. "I'm fine jeez." Mark rolled his eyes. Dyla grabbed his face and examined his pupils. "Mark." She glared at him. "What!" He yelled, Dyla pulled away. "Jesus Mark…" she glared at him. "Sorry." He looked away. Jeff stared at the two, confusion all over his face. After the two had finished eating, they paid for their food and gave the change back to Mark. They walked around the streets but Mark seemed off. "Mark, what's wrong?" Jeff asked as he placed his hand around Mark's shoulder. "I'm fucking fine." He mumbled before pushing Jeff's arm away. Dyla groaned. "Mark. Stop being a dick!" She gave him a small punch on the shoulder. He only glared at her before walking away. "What up his ass today." Dyla sighed. "He seems out of it." Jeff responded, Dyla made an Ohhh sound. "He- Okey wait." Dyla ran after Mark. "Huh?" Jeff looked at Dyla before running towards her.

Mark had entered a store, he was walking around before he spotted a radiohead tape. He grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket. A taller man yelled at him. "Oi you prick! You have to pay for that you know?" He said, almost growling. Mark rolled his eyes. "Put it back." The taller man grabbed Mark's arm. Mark glared, he threw a punch at the taller man. "Don't you fucking touch me!" Thankfully, Jeff and Dyla arrived in time. Jeff grabbed Mark's chest to stop him from lounging toward and hurting the man on the floor. "Mark! What the fuck!" Dyla scolded him, she looked at the man's bleeding nose. "Fuck…" She gulped as she looked around the store, people gasped and whispered. "Okey let's get out of here." Dyla chuckled nervously at everyone around. "Fuck no. I'll fucking murder this guy." Mark glared at the man. Jeff picked Mark up as if he were a mere sack of potatoes. "Oi! You bitch! Put me down!" Mark demanded as he kicked his feet around. Jeff only ran outside the shop, Dyla guided them towards the underground. Police sirens were heard in the distance. Once inside, the screen indicated 1 minutes till the metro arrived. "Shit! Shit!" Dyla looked around as she saw police approaching. In the distance, the faint sound of the metro approaching. A police officer approached them, Dyla got behind Jeff. "Excuse me kids, I'm looking for someone." The police officer glanced at Mark. "Is your friend okey?" he asked. "Just fine! He's sick, he got an allergic reaction so we're taking him home." Jeff chuckled awkwardly as Dyla smiled back. "I see then, safe travels." The policeman walked away, as if god had taken their side, the metro arrived. Jeff sighed in relief as they entered. He sat Mark down as Dyla held him straight. As the doors were closing police officers yelled at them. They banged on the door before the metro left off. "Fucking Christ that was a close one…" Jeff looked over at Dyla who was holding Mark. "Mark, what did you do?" She asked, Mark only stayed quiet. She picked his head up and stared at his eyes. Mark's pupils were dilated and his eyes were bloodshot. "You absolute prick!" She hit him. "The fuck did you take? Cocaine? Crack?" She shook him. Jeff only stared as he clenched his fists. "Mark! What did I tell you!" Mark only rolled his eyes. "Meth. Oh my- YOU DAMN IDIOT!"