I was never going to have it all.
Confidence.
Friends.
Or Love.
Not now. Not ever.
Until him.
A spoiled brat.
UOP's ultimate asshole.
The hockey team bad boy.
Damon Saint.
He hates me,
Or so I thought.
One night. One. That was supposed to be it.
Unt...
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I know Hanna didn't deserve the way I spoke to her but, keeping her away from me is the only option now that I'm running with Spooner. Climbing out of bed I crawl my ass to the bathroom locking the door behind me. Once the hot water runs down my body I relax a little. The one thought is still in my mind though.
Spooner knew what he was doing when he handed me that meth bat. He knew I would get addicted after the first hoot. Fuck. With playing hockey I can't be high on shit like that I have to refuse myself to give in. A sharp knock at the door jolts me out of my thoughts. ''Damon! We need to talk!!'' Damien booms through the door. Rolling my eyes I rinse the body wash from my body.
Once the towel is wrapped firmly around my waist I open the door and face my brother with my arms crossed. ''You're working for Spooner. Why?'' He demands. A laugh bubbles from my throat as a shutter to control myself. ''It's none of your fucking concern'' I laugh in his face. Damien glares at me before his lips pull back in a snarl.
'You missed four classes, yes it's my business. You're off dealing drugs for him and killing people when you should be focusing on university'' he barks. I laugh again and smirk at him. ''I have chosen what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to work with Spooner like our father did'' I reply with no emotion. ''Look where that got dad, Damon. He was killed in a drive by'' he shouts.
I smile satisfied with myself as I walk towards my bedroom ignoring him. ''Your smoking meth, i can tell and if you go down that road it's hell coming back out'' he growls from behind me. I turn around a growl shutters from my lips. ''You would know right?'' He replied unfazed. Damien glares at me, his eyes just as dark as mine. ''Get your head out of your ass before you lose absolutely everything'' he replies.
''You done?'' I ask with my arms crossed. Damien stays silent and watches me for a few moments. ''Good. I have shit to do'' I growl slamming my bedroom door in his face. Quickly getting dressed I throw on my leather jacket and pull the back hood over my head before exiting my room and heading downstairs.
''Be home later, don't wait up'' I answer. ''Don't forget we have practice today and a game tomorrow'' Ace says, looking up from the tv. I nod, shoving my boots on and heading out the door. Once I'm in my car I slam my gear shift into reverse speeding out of the driveway and heading towards Lune. The small town Spooner lives at.
Shoving the door to the apartment open I stalk in and throw a bag of meth at Spooner before plopping myself down on the sofa. ''Wanna share?'' He smirks at me. I know my body wants it as I shutter at the thought of denying it. Nodding I grab the bat from the table and start heating it up. ''Had a run in with Damien this morning, he told me to get out of your gang before it was too late'' I replied, blowing the smoke out.
Spooner laughs inhaling some smoke from the bat. ''It's already too late, you're in till you die'' he replies. I nod knowing his answer before he said it. Leaning back on the couch I glance over at the gang leader and frown. ''What's on the agenda for today'' I ask softly. Spooner eyes me suspiciously before his lips move.