Broken pieces [BENNODA] ♾️

School rooftop

Ding ding ding!!

The school bell rang and it was finally lunch break. Mike sighs softly as he directs his attention back to his belongings, unzipping his backpack to place his math notebook back into its designated place.

Mike stood up as his classmates began to file outside of the door, he slung his backpack over one arm. His bullies didn't look for him today. He sighed of relief and stretched his arms. He was gonna try and find Chester this luck break. He really wanted to be his friend.

Mike decided to spend his lunch period on finding Chester. Chester normally skipped this period to do god knows what, and Mike wanted to at least try and talk to him.

Mike went to a group of people that tolerated him more than others to ask them if they knew where Chester usually is.

"Oh that boy!" One of them sighed and a few snickers and hums going around their group as they shrugged. "He normally goes up to the school rooftop. To do what, I'm not sure..."

Mike nodded fast as excitement went through his body. "Thank you!" He said and ran off to the school rooftop. This was all he needed to start his journey.

He walked up five flights of stairs (after loosing his breath 16 times) to where he expected Chester to be. He opened the door, eyes glancing around before falling on his figure. His knees were on the ground as he held his notebook close to his face, a line of.. white powder lined up along it.

A small frown formed on his lips as he hesitated for a moment. But Mike swallowed deeply before he began taking slow, quiet steps over to Chester. He reached down, softly tapping the boy on his shoulder.

Chester yelped quietly as he dropped the notebook with the white powder sprinkled over it, spilling the contents onto the dirty concrete roof.

Chester looked down at his drugs, sprinkled all over the dirty floor. "No, no, no.. NO! Fuck!" He hissed as he stayed silent in shock before his gaze immediately snapped to where Mike was standing behind him, his eyes widened like a deer  in headlights as he stood up with a low hiss. Chester grasped Mike's arm tightly as he pulled him a bit closer, his warm breath that smelled like weed fanning over his face.