The Counselor

Chpt 8. THE DEAL OF A LIFETIME

Arthur shut his jewel-encrusted walnut door. Once the barrier shut, he gently slid down to his simple blue gold-sewn rug. "Can't get a moment of peace." He grumbled as his black loafers hit the wooden floors. The spacious room was plastered with white paint, the ceiling a brown that appeared to be from the worst pile of dirt in a sandbox. Littered around the room were piles of sweaters, crinkled shirts, and the occasional latest video game. He pushed past the mess and fell upon a gray lit with snow-white bedcovers and expensive red pillows made of lace.

"Maybe, I should go out or something, "He slowly began to sit up, "Yeah, just for a couple of hours." Reaching for his phone from his oaken dresser he examined the picture of him and Rihanna on the back of his phone case, then opened his phone; a picture of him and Matthew smiling at the Statue of Liberty stared right back at him. He wished he knew what happened: he moved without telling him, and when he showed him inside, he was kicked out! Sure, he believed his "friends" would do this but not Mat, not ever.

He dialed the number, bringing it to his ears he listened to a short message: Hey, this is Matthew. Can't come to the phone right now, I'll try to get back to you in a short time, k, bye." He sighed and dropping his phone on the bed went to his onyx closet to pick out a coat.

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The party was vivid; people in corners and other parts of the house danced, drank, and kissed their sorrows and problems goodbye. One girl, with dark hair in a tight red dress, batted her dark lashes at a younger sophomore with a blue shirt and baggy pants," Come on, let's dance." Reaching her manicured red nails into his hand she tugged him to the living room. Arthur rolled his eyes," There she goes again." Girls here always had a reputation in his book, but he wasn't here for that. He took another sip of his beer," Ah, the good stuff."

He instantly spat out his drink," BLIMEY!" He whirled around to see someone he never saw before. This guy was tall, leaning up he noted his chisel face matched well with his eyes which seemed to be the color of kaleidoscopes. His muscular frame was hidden under a red shirt with ripped gray jeans and pristine black combat boots. The older teen brushed a piece of his back-length curly red hair and shifted his gray beanie. "Who the heck are you?" Arthur question.

The teen pointed to himself, "Name's Kako, Kako Star." His voice slightly lowered as he showed off a small smirk. "And you are?" Arthur couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this new kid, especially with that charming smile he noticed many faked," Arthur Williams." Taking another sip, he glanced as Kako gazed at a younger-looking female in a simple white dress with a giant bow. Her pink-nailed fingers rubbed together as glanced around, her bobbed hair swishing back and forth. "Jackpot." He whispered."

"You're seriously going for that cheeky girl?" Arthur squinted his eyes as he noticed how low his beer was," Maybe, I don't go for high society." Kako searched Arthur's expression for breaking character, but he must have been good at hiding it since his face fell flat. "Man, you're stone cold." He

chuckled as he moved to the kitchen; passing by an intense make-out session he opened the fridge and grabbed himself a cold one. Arthur had doubts about this man, if he wants to come for a drink, he could just do it at a bar, why here?"