I just want a story

I don't like pans...[part 2]

That little shit.

That little fuckin shit.

He managed...to sneak into my room and put....and put four-exactly four-fucking frying pans in-between my bed and pillows. That mother fu-

My phone vibrated on my nightstand, quickly sliding to the edge.

I grabbed it and sat at the end of my bed rubbing the back of my head from the giant bump on it.

Wonder where that came from.

It was the third time this month that he's done this.

I stared at my phone.

A text from Caleb.

I called instead to piss him off. He hates when I call.

He picked up in a hushed yet angered voice. "The fuck? Can't you read a goddamn text message!?"

"No, now can you tell me what is up with the pans? Like really? Again?" I huffed in aggrevation.

There was a pause before he spoke again. "Just read the damn text." That was followed by a continues beeping.

I lowered my phone and stared at the 'Text from Roomie' flash on my screen.

I clicked it and once I read what it said I ran out of my room out the door, grabbing my jacket on the way.

'At Jareds place. Won't let me leave. There's drugs.'

I pulled up in front of a brick apartment building and almost threw my motorcycle on the sidewalk.

Taking off up the stairs to the third floor I stopped abruptly in front of room 209.

I didn't bother knocking and just waltzed in.

When I did, my eyes automatically searched for Caleb. Then I saw him.

He was sitting surrounded by Jared and some other people.

"Nathan." His eyes sparked.

They all looked at me.

"Caleb, let's go." My voice came out more angrier than I ment it to.

Caleb stood with an ashamed face, rubbing his upper arm and ended up hitting the end table in front of the couch he was just sitting on.

I watched as some random number of  pills rolled off the table and how the straight powder lines became un-straight. There were random credit cards, and dollar bills rolled up.

The room was also very smoky.

Caleb's eyes followed mine and looked at me. His mouth gaped as he attempted to explain he didn't touch any of it.

I just grabbed him and left. No explanations. No excuses. No bull shit.

He stopped and stared at my bike.

"No, oh hell no." He laughed roughly before backing away.

I threw my only helmet at him. "Get the fuck on"

I was mad. I am mad. Not at him but it is probably getting directed at him.

He put the helmet on slowly.

I started the engine and waited for him to get on. When I looked at him he was zipping up his thin hoodie. "I don't wanna feel like a fuckin girl you asshole."

He hopped on and gripped my shoulders.

"That won't work." I hummed.

"That won't work." He mocked.

I jerked my bike forward and his hands wrapped around me tightly. "You mother-"

"You'll still fall off like that." I grabbed his hands and moved them to my waist.

I floored it once more and took off back towards the dorm buildings.

It was faint but I swear to this day I heard Caleb mumble into my back.

"Thanks, Nathaniel..."

We lied on eachothers beds. Him on mine and me on his.

"So..." Caleb muttered.

I turned onto my side to face him.

"What?"