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Parker

I heard banging on the front door,"Open the fucking door Parker."

I groaned in pleasure,"Mhmm that feels good."

"What in the fuck!" I opened my eyes sitting up.

Elliot grabbed the girl by her hair pulling her onto the floor. "Bitch," I scrambled to my feet trying to pull up my pants.

I tripped falling on my face,"Elliot stop." Her and the girl were in a full on fist fight.

The girl had a fist full of Elliot's hair swinging her against the wall. Chase ran out of the hallway half dressed,"What in the fuck is going on."

"Stop them," he ran pushing them apart.

"Fuck you Parker! This bitch can have you," she snatched the ring off her neck throwing it at me.

"What the fuck was that!?" Chase yelled. He ran to the door looking out in the hallway.

"You seriously need to control your bitch," he laughed shaking his head.

I blanked out,"What did you just say."

"I said you nee-" I charged at him punching him hard in the face. He fell to the floor holding his left eye,"You piece of shit."

"Don't you ever disrespect my girlfriend ever again you bitch," I pointed at him as a couple of guys held him back.

"Let me go," I pushed them off of me walking out the door.

Ive never felt the urge to kill anyone ever in my life. I looked up in the rear view mirror at the nasty bruise on my cheek. I touched the tender skin,"Shit."

I woke up when I heard a car door slam. I saw her jogging up the stairs I got out the car,"Elliot wait." I ran after her,"Please wait." She struggled to unlock the door I grabbed her shaking hands,"Look at me."

She glared at me tears in her eyes,"Why?"

"So you can see how sorry I am," she slapped me I stumbled back holding my stinging cheek.

"You should be fucking sorry," she opened the door slamming it in my face.

I got back in the car sitting there feeling like complete and utter shit. I pulled the ring out of my pocket the feeling of guilt washing over me,"How could I let this happen."

After two hours of sitting in the car I figured I'd go get stoned. I pulled into a gas station walking inside it smelled like fish and ass. I grabbed a pack of beer walking up to the counter. The cashier was a old man,"Ruff night son." He looked like he smoked cigarettes his entire life.

"Sure," I mumbled grabbing my change and beer, leaving. I heard about a few people who sold stuff on campus. I knew for sure a girl sold weed out of her dorm on the low. I knocked on the front door she opened it,"What do you want?"

"Just some stuff that's all," she looked around the hallway before grabbing me by my shirt pulling me inside. "What do you need pretty boy?" She lit up a cigarette smiling at me. Her hair was a dirty blond with green streaks in it. She wore night shorts showing off her scared legs.

"Something to make me forget," I shrugged.

"You've came to the right place, I'll be right back," she disappeared around the corner. I looked around the room taking a seat on the couch.

She came back tossing a bag of green stuff into my lap,"$8 bucks kid."

I sat inspecting the green stuff in the bag,"What is this?"

She stared at me then laughed,"What do you mean? It's fucking weed!"

I watched her laugh until tears brewed in her eyes,"Your hilarious kid!"

"I-I've never smoked it like this," I confessed.

She took a seat next to me,"Fine, ten bucks and I'll teach you the basics pretty boy." She leaned back on the couch watching me. I had no idea why she kept calling me that.

"Cool," I pulled out one crumpled ten dollar bill out of my back pocket, handing it to her.

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