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Chapter 11.

It was so late at night and I know that this is wrong and I shouldn't be doing this and people worry about me, but I am all to use to getting the weird rush from doing rebellious things. I did indeed contact Lacey and one of her, I guess you could say "dealer" 's will be meeting me outside of a rave with some acid. I of course felt a tiny bit of guilt over it, but honestly I won't feel anything once I take it. The hangover is enough to handle. And my friends won't know. I'll be okay. Plus I promise myself this is my last time taking it.

I leaned against the brick wall outside the rave which I didn't plan on going in, and waited for the dealer. I looked to my right to see an averaged height man with electric blue hair and a septum piercing. His hands shoved causally in his pockets while he walked closer to me.

"Do you happen to be Jaylan?" He said in a strong British accent.

"That would be correct." He smirked and pulled out a plastic bag that said "Lacey Finkson" on the front in sloppy blue sharpie.

"Make sure you use a glove to take it out so you don't get the drugs all over your hands. It's freshly made," He gave me another smirk while eyeing me and handing it over. I felt extremely uncomfortable and handed him the money.

"See you soon." He smiled starting o walk off.

"Probably not,"

"Oh, that's what you think? You can just take acid a bunch of times and not get addicted. Well news flash princess it doesn't work like that." I crossed my arms.

"What the fuck do you mean. I'm not addicted,"

"Is that so? Is that why you bought from Lacey twice already?"

I shifted a little. "Wow twice!? Your right that's a lot." I rolled my eyes, sarcasm evident in my voice. He shoved his hands back into his coat pocket. All I could look at is his huge neck tattoo and blue quiffed hair.

He only smirked again. "See you next week, princess." He turned walking away.

"Don't call me that." I yelled once he was down an alley. He only chuckled as I rolled my eyes in anger. I really hated this whole drug business thing. All the dealers were cocky ass holes.

Luke came over later on for lunch we were sitting on my couch, my legs across his lap while we figured out weather to go out and eat or to stay in and just make something.

"Maybe we should just stay in. I mean it is less work." I say looking up from fidgeting with my nails.

"Yeah, but you need to get out of your apartment and go somewhere, do something."

I nod understanding. It would be nice to kinda get out. "Alright. Let's go out for food. Now we just need to figure out where."

"We could go to-" I say holding out the "to" as I look up on my phone close café and restaurants. "There's Applebee's close to here, and a retro type burger place," I continue,

"Oh! Let's go to the retro type place, have you been there?"

"I don't think so," he smiled.

"Oh it's so cool! The wallpaper is just a collage of band posters and the booths are like 90s looking and they only play famous rock music and theres like a dance floor in the back and," I kept rambling on he kept smiling and hid his hands in his sleeves while biting his lip.

"It's so amazingly fun, you'll love it. And the urinals are like the Rolling Stones logo,"

"It's the Rolling Stones logo?" He commented confused slightly.

"You'll see, if you have to go pee."

He started laughing. "Wait how do you know?" I started giggling and going to straddle his waist.