Chapter nine
Stage one : Hostility and Deceit
Pennsylvania
Ferdinand's P.O.V
I along with others close enough banged at the door. " Never getting over" screamed the dickhead behind the door.
That's it!
I got my two good ole paper clips stuck them inside the keyhole.
Around!
The door clicked then finally opened.
It was Troy.
Why am I not surprised? however grossed out since he was covered in his own vomit.
Repulsive indeed, Everyone dived away from the toilet at the left on the first floor.
Why me ?
The hinges creaked as I got in. My skin crawled while searching for the bottle as his bloody phone kept ringing.
Where's the bottle and why won't his phone stop ringing?
I declined the call to continue the search only to grimace again at his ringtone. " Decline where's your bottle?" I told him who was in a food coma.
" Troy wake up" I snapped to hear his ringtone again I hanged my head before my hand clawed for the phone that was thankfully still dry I stole a glance at the drunk before I looked at the two buttons and hit the green one.
" Hello Troy?"
" No this isn't Troy, it's...a friend Nante" I told the caller. " Oh could you give me Troy?" She requested.
" Er Troy isn't... available at the moment" I told her as I checked her caller ID.
She isn't on speed dial. " What's he doing?" She inquired." He's drunk" I went to the point to hear her sigh and mutter some incoherent words.
" Do you mind me asking who I'm speaking to because I - stop it " I snapped at the drunk.
" I'm his mom" she spoke as I froze.
No,no,no,no,no! I am not good with parents.
" Nante, right? "
" Right"
" I am going to need your help"
" With?"
" Looking after Troy just for a while keeping tabs on him that all is that okay? " she told me.
" yeees "
" Thank you Nante I truly appreciate it and let's keep this between us" she chirped.
" Sure" I replied before she ended the call.
Just what I needed a promise to a parent that involves lying to the drunk.
What the hell have I got myself into ?
The bottle! I snatched the bottle when the staff boomed 'what is going on?'
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I just took a shower and I felt fresh as a daisy. So fresh I had a smile on my face. After the shower I strolled to the room which was surprisingly dark.
Never the less I shuffled to my locker to get my backpack which wasn't there.
Where-
" Looking for this?" A voice startled me at an angle I managed to get the shape of his square jaw.
My once squinted eyes bulged out of their sockets to realise the olive color of his skin.
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