The Start Of A Good Thing (Book 1)

Chapter 1

            Around 1:00pm that same day, Trevor and his best friend, Thoro, were cutting class in their high school bathroom. Thoro was a 17-year-old dark skin male with troublesome eyes. He’s skinny, not too attractive, and had a horrible attitude. Thoro’s real name was Nahiem Clark, (Naw-He-m) and he and Trevor have been friends for eleven years.

            Trevor went over to the bathroom stall unzipping his pants. He smoked the blunt that hung over his bottom lip. The smoke filled his lungs, drifting from his mouth. While Trevor urinated, Thoro stared at his self in the mirror, checking out his all black attire. Trevor finished going to the bathroom and backed away from the stall.

            He went to his friend, handing him the blunt. Thoro wasted no time receiving the blunt and quickly inhaled the drug, still looking at his reflection. Trevor pulled a small knife out of his right pocket and a black lighter from his left. He used his lighter to spark a flame and heat the edge of the blade. Watching the cheap metal turn black began to absorb Trevor’s attention, bringing his mind to another world.

            “Aye you saw how I did Jason last night?” Thoro asked. “Nigga talkin’ all that shit, but got his head buss.” Trevor didn’t hear a word his friend said. The flame he used to scorch his knife hypnotized him.

            As Thoro continued to talk, Trevor kept his focus on the flame. Fire seemed to play a big role in Trevor’s life. He always enjoyed the view, smell, and excitement of seeing things burn. That got him the nickname Pyro. He first discovered the obsession at the tender age of seven, and hasn’t lost it since. Thoro jabbed Trevor in the arm, making him drop his lighter.

            “Aye you heard me cuz?” Thoro said.

            Trevor turned around, looking offended. “Yea I heard you,” he lied. He picked up his lighter and put it back in his pocket.

            While they continued to smoke, the bathroom door burst open. A medium sized student eased inside the restroom and paused upon seeing Trevor and Thoro.

            He dapped the two up. “What up nigga?” The guy greeted.

            “What took so long,” Thoro complained, he dug in his pocket and took out a half ounce of Marijuana.

            “Man I got Ms. Jakes right now,” The guy retorted, talking about his current teacher. “You know it’s hard as a mug to get out her class.” Thoro didn’t reply. He knew it was true, but was still mad that he had to wait. The student removed a small wad of cash and gave it to Thoro in exchange for the drugs. “Good looks dog,” He lifted the bag of weed, studying it. “Showin’ love; like usual. Imma catch ya’ll boys lata.”

             As the student left, Thoro passed the shortened blunt to Trevor and started counting his profit. “For a second, I thought that nigga tired to short me,” he said, flipping through the fifty dollars he earned. He slipped his money in his pocket. “Aye, let’s bounce dog.” Trevor tossed the roach blunt in the urinal and exited the bathroom with his friend. Thoro rubbed his low red eyes to alert him self. “Let’s hit the gym, you know coach aint care if we there.”