rogue

The Life of Damon [2]

Chpater 12-

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Damon's P.O.V ~

"I'm Hunter."

"Whatever." I shove the plate of food onto him. He stares at me with confusion.

"Do you like video games?"

I've never played games before. My foster parents says it will fry your brains so they never thought to buy some. The gang don't have enough money to afford a console.

"Video games?" I questioned him. He laughed, mocking me. "What's funny?"

"That you never played games before." He put the plate of food down then drags me into the house. He sat down in front of a huge television. A game named Mario Kart shown. "This is how you drive and this is how you turn and breaks."

He showed me everything to get the game right.

Ever since then I started hanging out with him more and more. I didn't notice how distant I became to Jackson and the others.

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I was at the hang out sitting down on the couch. "What's on your mind?" Kai asked me. I know he wasn't curious at all. His eyes was stuck on that television. He never looked away from it.

"I met someone."

His eyes then went on me. "Who?" He asked.

"His name is Hunter. He has these cool games that he showed me—" I was so excited but he cuts me off.

"You've been ditching us for some new guy you just met?" He seemed butt hurt. I thought this was a good thing.

"What's this about a new guy?" We both pivot to see Jackson scratching the back of his head.

"Damon met some guy and he's becoming fond of him." Kai explained to him. I glared at Kai. He was such an asshole.

"What do you mean?" Jackson walks closer to us, getting more and more interested in Hunter.

"He moved into a house across mine." I told him.

"Is that why you haven't been with us—?" Jackson went on and on. But I stopped listening after awhile. It more like he was complaining about how jealous he was.

Then, I finally snapped.

"It's not my fault you guys don't have anything better to do," I slap my hand over my mouth.

"What?" Jackson glared at me and Kai laughed.

"Wait till the other hear this."

I slowly move my hand away. They needed to know how I feel now. "All you guys want to do is get high. It's not an excuse anymore. It's an addiction."

"No, we smoke because it takes away the pain—!"

I quickly got up and went into his face. "YOU SMOKE BECAUSE YOU LIKE IT. BECAUSE IT'S AN ADDICTION AND IT'S GOTTEN OUT OF HAND!" My blood started to boil. I clenched my fist in anger. Breathing loudly.

"Is that how you really feel?" He was calm. "Is that what you really think..?"

I stayed quiet.

"All the weed you smoked, pay me then." He put his hand out.

"I don't have that kind of money,"

"THEN YOU OWE ME!" He shouted and stormed out of the room.

And that's why I owe him money. He gave me weed to let the pain get away. To relax me. To make me feel better.