Chapter Four - Graham Urban - (Part 1/3)


"You still coming tonight?" Isaiah asks. I nod.

"Yeah, man. I'm in." I say.

"Hey, our guy still got it!" he says loudly.

"You bringing anything?" Xavier asks, coming up behind me.

"Nah, you know my dad would kill me if he found out I consumed anything." I tell him.

"Your mum would kill you first." Keith says. All he does is follow Xavier around like a puppy. If you see Xavier, chances are you're going to see Keith not too far behind him. That would annoy me.

"Mum? Bro..." Isaiah mocks, "How long have you lived here?"

"6 years man, and he still got it." Xavier says.

"Oh shut up yeah." Keith snaps back. I laugh. Keith does have a bit of an accent, but no one hears it much because the guy never really speaks. Whatever it is, he is definitely on something. His blonde greasy hair stays long and hides his face half of the time. He has dark circles under his eyes and he's nothing but skin and bone, he's doing something more than vaping. Not that he is weak, I've never seen it but I hear that he has won a few rough fights.

"And anyway, there's no way your parents would ever find out unless you got drunk. One or two beers ain't gonna do nothing. And if you're that lightweight, you could just spend the night." Xavier says, "Help me pick up in the morning." He snickers. I shake my head.

"Nah. I ain't taking the chance. My old man is like a hound dog, he'll sniff me out. I want to live." I say. Xavier shrugs.

"Who's driving?" I ask, heading out to the parking lot.

"I'll drive you, they can drive themselves." Isaiah says.

"You're helping me set up, right?" Xavier asks, running his hand through his hair and glancing at a group of girls. The only thing he seems to think about. He has brown hair and green eyes, and I guess girls really like that combination, because his face isn't all that.

"Um... no. I'll see you at 7." Isaiah says, suddenly sprinting to his car. I run after him, laughing when Xavier throws whatever is available at us. Which seems to be some erasers and a crumbled up, empty gum package. I get in the passenger seat and don't get a chance to put on my seat belt before Isaiah is backing out of the parking spot, speeding towards the exit.

"Screw him man, I ain't helping that idiot with nothing." He says.

"That's what he got his lost puppy for, I guess." I joke. 


(End of part 1/3)

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