The New Boy

Chapter 28

My eyes snapped open and I sat up, clutching my chest, breathing heavily as I looked around my bedroom. 

"Ugh what the fuck Scotty? Go back to sleep" Katherine grumbled, "It's like three in the morning and I'm still super drowsy from the weed"

"B-But..." I looked at her, her hair was messier then usual and she smelled like smoke. I was totally stoned... I was almost off my head...

Allison wasn't pregnant. I was just high... 

"Fucking hell I had the weirdest dream" I sighed, rubbing my bloodshot eyes.

"Tell me when I give a shit" Katherine slapped my arm lightly and covered her face with the pillow, "Go get me some milk"

"Get yourself god damn milk" I muttered.

"I won't fuck you till you get me milk" she said quietly, pushing me towards the edge of the bed, "If you ever want a good blowie again you'll be a good boy"

"Alright alright, I'm getting your stupid milk" I groaned and slumped downstairs to the kitchen, "Milk, milk, milk, where are you.. Ugh my head" I opened the fridge and started chugging from the carton as I pulled out a glass for Katherine.

"I didn't know you were home" A voice sounded from the corner and I almost screamed. It was a relief to see my dad stroll out of the darkness.

"Sorry, we came through my window so I wouldn't wake you" I shrugged.

"You and Katherine" he nodded, the disapproving and angry look growing more and more on his face.

"Nah me and the Easter Bunny" I chuckled, "Who the hell do you think?"

"You're drunk" He mumbled, "You know we're trying to stay away from alcohol"

"Firstly, give me a little more credit, I'm not just drunk, I'm high too. And secondly, we're not doing anything. There's me. There's you. There's no in between" I muttered, filling the glass, "Can't you tell I'm happier when I'm wasted"

"You're throwing your life away"

"No. Mom threw her life away" I answered back angrily and I felt his palm hit the side of my face, "Ah, motherfucker, that hurt!"

"Don't talk about her that way, you hear me kid"

"I'm not a kid" 

"Well you aren't acting like an adult"

"What?" I slurred, "Cause I'm not with Allison? Cause you don't like Katherine?" 

"You're not acting like my son"

"Maybe you just don't know the real me well enough" I flipped him off and stomped back upstairs. I saw my phone light up in the corner of my room from the back pocket of some discarded jeans. It was probably just another text from Stiles. "Here's your stupid milk"

"Eh? Oh, yeh, whatever" Katherine muttered, grabbing the glass out of my hand as soon as I was close enough, "And turn your phone off, its annoying me" 

"As you wish" I grumbled, picking up my phone and sighing.

Suddenly it burst into life again and started ringing. To be honest, in my herb induced mellow state it scared the crap out of me. Dylan's caller ID flashed up and I pressed the green button with a sigh before putting the phone against my ear.

"Wassup?" I grinned, waiting for a reply.

"Dude where are you?" Dylan said through the phone.

"Home, duh?" I scoffed.