Glacial Love (boyxboy)

Chapter 7 - Party On A Sunday

A/N:
Shane ^ 😠😒😳

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After Logan takes me home, I strut onto the porch and wave a goodbye, smiling. He waves in return and drives off. I open the door and jump to see Mateo standing there.

"Why are you up? It's almost 2 in the morning." He just stares at me and shakes his head, smirking a little.

"That wasn't a girl that dropped you off." He cocks a brow and points down at my neck, "And I'd be certainly surprised if a girl gave me a hickey." He smirks and I blush, covering in up with my hood.

"So? What if it wasn't a girl?" I shrug and walk past him to the stairs. I start up them, then hear a whisper and turn my head.

"What?" I tilt my head slightly. He just looks away.

"I won't tell them." He glances up at me, "If you help me."

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"When you said help, I didn't expect this." I glance up at the trailer, shivering at the thought.

"You have money, I don't. Please just buy a few for me." He looks down at me and tries to do puppy eyes, but it doesn't work. I shake my head.

"There's a party tomorrow. They'll probably have your drugs there." I mumble. He snorts a little and looks up at the sky.

"A party on a Sunday? That's bullshit."

"I bet you and Shane would get along great." I look up at the sky too and squint my eye.

"Why do you say that?"

I distract my gaze and look down at my shoes. "I just think you would." He looks down at me after awhile.

"It'd be great if I could show up with some drugs." I snarl at the idea and grab his muscular arm.

"Then let's go get them. I'm only doing this for my own sake, not for you. Seriously, fuck you for using me just to get your drugs." I snort and drag him along with me. He just grins and walks beside me into the trailer.

The immediate smell of pot and smoke hits me. I cough and look around at the couple of guys standing there. They all look at me and start to laugh. I just roll my eyes and look up at Mateo, who's trying to hide a laugh.

"Mateo, who's this little guy?" One of the guys points at me. I growl.

"Wouldn't you like to know hippie." I snort back the response and it goes quiet. The guy stands up and walks over to me, towering me. I fight back a whimper, like a helpless chihuahua in distress. He grins a little and the smell of alcohol and pot floods into my nostrils.

"For a kid, you got a strong ego."

"Kid?! Fuck you!" I snort.

One thing I hate about myself is when it comes to drugs and addicts, I lose it and say shit without thinking.

He grabs my arm and twists it, making my whimper escape. He laughs.

"So adorable. Little puppy in distress." He knees me in the side. I grip his shirt with my other hand and dig my nails into his skin. He knees me again, causing me to whimper in agony more. I bite my lip so hard it starts to bleed. He shoves me back and I almost fall onto my ass. They all stare for a second and start laughing at me.

Tears collect in my eyes and I look away, pulling my allowance out of my pocket and looking up at Mateo, who chuckles a little himself. I shove the money into his chest.

"Get your fucking shit now." I spit at him and walk out of the trailer, practically sprinting across the lawn. I stand at the side of the road and pull my hood over my head, the warm tears now flowing down my cheek.