the devil's hold on riley jones

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Conor's POV

"Um, yeah, are you free at the moment, I really need picking up, I'm at the park by Redhill" the words leave her lips in no more than what sounds like a whisper, I groan at her desperation to get away from me before heading back to my car.

I get in before slamming the door shut, turning the key and putting my foot down on the acceleration, making sure to take one last look at her before leaving.

You see I'm not good with rejection, not to sound cocky but it's very foreign to me. I'm used to girls swooning, prying and doing almost anything to get my attention. But Riley, shy little Riley, she on the other hand, did the exact opposite and I'm not gunna lie, it's just pushed me to go after her more. I mean she's beautiful, and my attraction to her was already magnetised after the party incident, but now it's even stronger.

I begin to drive mindlessly towards my home, when my phone rings. With a groan I click accept on my hands free and am greeted by the oh so familiar voice of Hunter.

"Hey man, party at mine, you down?" I contemplate it for a second before shrugging as if he can see me.

"Fuck it, I'll be there in 10" I respond before pulling into a side road to turn the car around.

"Sweet, I'll rack you a line" he ends the call and leaves me with a cocked brow.

I drive towards Hunter's house, my lip pulled between my teeth in anticipation as to what the night could be leading too. Hunter was pretty much the worst influence there is which meant, it was going to be interesting.

I wonder what Riley's view on drugs are? Would she mind? I mean she's a little bit of a control freak so I can't imagine her doing it.. but if I were to do it in front of her?

It wouldn't matter, you're not even friends, let's be honest.

My conscience reminds me as I pull in to Hunters drive way. I decide my conscience is right, she wouldn't even care, we only hung out today I sure as hell fucked that up so, I guess it doesn't matter.

With my head in order I switch my car off and get out, making my way into Hunter's. I let myself in, shutting the door behind me and pacing through the smoke filled hallway, following the sound of faint chatter and music. I open up the living room door to see Hunter, racking lines of white powder on a piece of mirrored surface, his brother Curtis, who's jaw is clenched together and his eyes widened and of all people I see Callum, who's sporting a black eye and bruised chin, and he deserved it. Seeing him causes me to tense up, I meant what I said, he's no friend of mine anymore, he took it way too far.

I decide to drop it as I'm in desperate need of getting fucked up right now and starting a fight in Hunter's place is a big no go, he doesn't want any reason for his neighbours to send the police his way, not with the stash he has, so I just decide to nod towards all of them.

Hunter pipes up first "Hey you came! Come on new comer, first line's yours!" He chimes handing me a rolled up note and ushering me to the board, I chuckle with a shake of my head, but follow suit anyway, I pace over it, placing the tip of the rolled up note into my nostril and line myself up with the white powder, without hesitation I inhale it feeling the familiar burn on my sinuses.

I straighten up from my bent down position and pass the note to Hunter, before opening up my airways to pull the rest through, then comes the petrol taste that I masterfully refrain from choking on.