A boy named Blaze

Chapter 9

Blaze

I unlocked the front door to my crappy apartment sighing. It was a bad day at school and I just wanted to flop down on the couch, get a beer, and watch some tv. I hated this apartment, it was falling apart and it smelt like a mixture of different drugs. Everyone here was kinda like me, bad ass lonely person who doesn't take shit.

I sighed as I hear a pounding of someone banging on a door. I looked around, just who I thought it was. My landlord was banging on the door so hard I think he was gonna break it off. I was a little late on the rent, my McDonald job doesn't pay that much and I don't really work there anyways, most of my money comes from poker.

"Rent," he said bluntly. "Yeah I know," I said sighing pulling out my wallet and fishing threw it. "I don't have it all," I said sighing. He looked me up and down, "rent." I rolled my eyes, he doesn't like to use very many words. "Yeah yeah yeah," I said pulling out one hundred and fifty dollars and handed it to him. He looked at it, grabbed it and looked back at my hand. "Ill go see what else I can find," I said sighing.

He didn't move so I couldn't get to my door so I just looked at it. "Erm, I need to go inside," I said, nodding towards my door. He looked behind him and stepped aside a little. I passed by him and unlocked my door. I shook my head and glanced at him. He was a big guy and he carried a gun, I could see the bulge on his side.

He was bald and about thirty five, yet he still didn't take shit. He had muscles that rippled down his arms and filled out his chest. I went inside and started looking threw my draws trying to find some more cash. I found my money stock and pulled out another four hundred.

I handed it to him and shrugged, a small smile. "That's all I have today," I said. He took the money, slipping it in his pocket with the rest of the money but wouldn't leave. "Ill get the rest to you by next week I promise," I tried but he still didn't move. I sighed and went back inside looking for money.

Sure my rent was cheep, only seven hundred a month but that's all I can afford, I still have to eat. I grabbed the rest of the rent. "Guess Ill go hungry this week," I grumbled to myself. I handed it to him and he took it finally turning around. He grunted something and I shut the door behind me.

My house was a mess I know, clothes cluttered the floor and dirty dishes piled at the sink. I'm not really as much of a messy person I just haven't had the time to clean the house lately. I opened the fridge and pulled out some old pizza, grabbing it and I jumped onto the couch. I landed on a pile of clothes and my blanket, I pushed them on the floor and grabbed my remote.

There wasn't anything on so I just flipped threw the channels trying to find something that interests me. My TV was shitty, small and old and got static sometimes. I bit into the cold pizza, tearing off a piece with my teeth and swallowing it fast.

I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing mostly thinking. God I hate thinking, now its mostly about Tara. I teared off another bite of pizza and finally deiced to watch a cop show. I wasn't paying much attention to it though so after I finished my pizza I pulled over to my backpack. Maybe if I do some homework I can get my mind off of Tara.

I flipped threw my binder looking for any homework that would settle my mind. I settled on math and pulled out my pencil and started working. It didn't work that well but well I'm not the best at math so I have to focus. Mostly I zoned out and forgot about my math while Tara clung onto my mind.

Whats wrong with me, why I am I acting like this? I shook my head and tried again to focus on my homework. After a couple more minutes I threw my pencil down and grabbed my phone. I dialed Bry's numbered and waited for it to ring.