Through The Eyes Of

Hes Going to Pay For That

Axl

Only Steven and I still remained at the party which was still in full swing around three when Erin and I left to go grab some food. I had gotten her a bit drunk I think. So I tell her I'll take her out to breakfast. Slash has this friend whose parents own a diner. They let us have whatever we want for free.

I open the door for Erin with a smile as she steps inside the diner. When I walk in I automatically look to the back because we usually always sit in the back. I see Izzy at the table smiling and talking to some girl I can only see the back of. He must need money.

"Isn't that Izzy?" Erin asks seeing him as well.

"Yeah," I nod still looking over the back of the girls head.

"He told me he was going to work," she says seeming confused.

I slightly roll my eyes. "He probably is working. Izzy sells drugs."

I don't even give Erin a chance to respond before I'm taking her by the hand and leading her to the back where Izzy is. He looks up and sees my face. His smile diminishes as his posture stiffens.

"Hey man, looks like we both had the same idea huh?" I smile at him then look to the girl. It was that Angela chick.

"Yeah," he sighs, "Angela...this is Axl," Izzy says and gives her an awkward shrug.

From the look on her face I can only guess she knows about us. But it was Izzy who said we shouldn't tell the chicks that shit. I shrug it off and introduce Erin and Angela. "Mind if we join you?" I shrug.

"Free country," Izzy shrugs and motions for Angela to come sit beside him.

I sit at the table across from Izzy. I pick up a menu and pretend to scan it but really I'm just looking at Izzy. He seems a bit nervous. I'm not worried about that though, Izzy won't come off like that to anyone but me. My eyes meet with Izzy's for a split second. Like clockwork we both glance to the chicks next to us. They are silently looking across the table at one another. I can see each of them thinking if the other knows about Izzy and I.

Izzy sighs, "Well this is fucking awkward." Erin shyly smiles at him as Angela and I look at one another. Izzy rests his elbows on the table and drops his head for a minute. He looks back up and meets my eyes. "Look all of us fucking know so let's just lay all the cards on the table. It's not like we won't be running into each other like this all the time."

I shrug and glance to the girls. "Sure," I begin as I light a cigarette, "Yes Izzy and I dated for a really long time. Yes, its over. Yes, we're still friends."

Izzy sparks up a cigarette as well, "Kinda have to be when you're in the same band," he adds. "Also...yeah, I'm a drug dealer on smack, if anyone has a problem with that they should just get up from the table right now." His eyes peer mainly at me.

But no one moves and no one speaks. Erin seems the most surprised by his statement. "Isn't that dangerous?" She asks him.

Izzy smirks, "Yeah well I have a really big gun."

Erin looks at Angela, "You knew about this?"

She nods, "That's how I met Izzy actually."

While the girls are chatting it up Izzy looks at me and licks his lips. Then I feel his foot coming up my leg and finding it's way to my nuts. My eyebrow raises as I stare down at the table. I'm trying to listen to Angela tell the story of how she was traded to Izzy for drugs but Izzy's toes are driving me fucking insane. I can see him nonchalantly drag from his cigarette.

"Lucky for Angela I'm a nice dope dealing junkie," he dryly says. He gently caresses the shaft of my dick as my hand draws into a fist on the table top. His eyes look to Erin. "Dont look so shocked darlin. I'm not so bad once you get to know me," he gives her a wink.