Son of a drug addict

Part. 2

A/N: I got few very positive comments about this story. And I am so happy you are excited to see what happens in this story! I am sorry if this chapter is messy, but it will clear out in later chapters. 

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I hate going school. Not because I get bullied or anything, I hate seeing people. I prefer being alone. Though, I do have handful of friends and I like them a lot, but sometimes I just wanna strangle them to death. I try to avoid bullshit and responsibility as much as I can, which makes me really anti-social. I actually don't even know what I'm doing with my life.

But those thoughts didn't matter anymore, because a hard punch flew directly onto my nose. I cover up my nose, feeling the blood rush out.

"You fucking get your shit together" Tomo spitted at me. "I don't do anything with coke, I need keta!" he shouted.

"Alright, alright" I muttered. "Keta is for you, coke for the Nicholson kid. Got it"

He threw another punch at me and I fall on the ground of very familiar bathroom floor. I don't even attempt to get up, I just hear the door close and I knew I was alone. I just watched the roof. How did I even end up here? This school is totally screwed. At least 5, plus me, are doing drugs. But this is a small town in California. Actually, it's on the board, right next to Arizona.

Lesson of the day; number one: Don't do drugs before school. Or, at all, you know.

I sigh and wipe some blood out of my face. I stand up and wash my face, cleaning all the blood off. That's gonna leave a bruise. I swore to myself, and watched myself in the mirror. But I wasn't alone. I quickly turn around, seeing that new kid in one of the toilets, slowly making his way to wash his hands. He didn't take his eyes off me.

"Go 'head, go tell a principal" I said to him.

"Why would I do that?" he asked, taking finally his eyes off me.

"Because that's what people do. They rat about junkies in this school"

The blonde boy dried his hands and said in his lazy, smooth voice "Who said I was one of the rats?"

I just watched him leave the bathroom.

What did he mean by that?

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"Jay?" I shout. "You home?" I ask as I enter my lovely home. I walked to his room, finding him there playing with legos. "Have you eaten?"

He shook his head. "There's nothing left"

"Shit" I mutter. "Okay, uh. Go grab something from the store. You know where it is. I gotta go to Diego's tonight" I said, handing him ten bucks. I was ready to leave, but I heard Jason said something to me.

"Are you gonna spend the whole night doing drugs and drinking alcohol? Like dad?" he asked.

"I'm nothing like dad!" I growled at him.

"Are you sure? You shout, you drink, you do drugs. Sounds like dad" Jay shrugged.

"The thing that separates us, is that I freaking care about you, okay?" I said. "I promise I make it back before you wake up tomorrow morning"

Jay nodded. I closed his room's door. I felt like shit, I didn't plan that conversation to go like that at all. But is anything meant to be followed by the script? I exited the house and lighted up a smoke. I was walking to Diego's, who doesn't live that far away. He's my best friend, but sorta like family.