Crystal white powder rushed up her nose like a blizzard of snow; the initial rush was always her favorite feeling and so far nothing compared to that high. She took a deep breath, inhaling only through her mouth, and then noticed him staring at her. Quickly she passed the straw and razorblade to him.
Watching her chest move up and down, hearing her rapid breathing, nearly killed him. Yet instead of saying anything he just bent his head over the mirror. He always hated using a mirror, seeing what he was doing, as if he could see it ruining his life. He still wasn't used to the burn of cocaine and more often then not had to get up for a glass of water.
When he got back to her room she was already on her roof smoking. She had a big house and the kind of parents most kids wished they had. But deep down she wished her parents were around more often, or that they it least pretended to care. At the end of the day the one person she could rely on was her older brother. He was 26, out of the house, and during the school year he went to the state college and played football.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Remial standing in my room looking kind of awkward. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to say something or not, so I called him out to sit with me. He looked kind of startled, as if he had forgotten about me, but he obediently climbed out my window and sat down. Surprisingly he didn't want a cigarette, but instead just lay on the roof and looked at the stars.
The two of us stayed on the roof late into the night, with her computer playing soft music in the background. As usual she slowly drifted off and eventually was sound asleep. I carried her into her room and set her on the bed. She looked so small and peaceful like a fallen angel. I tucked her in and walked into the guest room. Every time we went through this routine I feared she would never wake up from the restful slumber.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of the blaring alarm clock. I heard water running and could guess Remial was finishing his shower. So in the mean time I started putting together a play list for the day. Once the music started downloading I was getting in the shower. The sudden rush of cold water startled me and helped me with the process of waking up. I called out to Remy to go get us Starbucks™ telling him that my keys were in my jeans. A few minutes later I heard the engine start and he was gone.
I loved driving her car; it was a beautiful Porsche Boxster from her Daddy dearest to congratulate her on the newly earned license. When I got to Starbucks™ there was a relatively long line but still within ten minutes I was out the door. When I pulled back into her driveway I could hear her music blaring from her room. It was Dir En Grey, this wonderful Japanese band that she listened to religiously. Moments after I turned off the engine and got out of the car she was running out of the house, grabbing the keys from me and starting the car.
Despite many peoples jealousy I saw my car as just a sign of guilt from my parents. Obviously I loved my car and was grateful for it, but more then anything it was just a way to make up for them not being there. I pulled into the school parking lots and turned off the engine. The music was still playing so I rested my head on the seat and turned it up.
“Peyton, are you going to get out or just stay there all day? You’re going to be late for class”
Remials voice broke my concentration so I quickly grabbed my stuff and rushed into the school. Remy was like my guardian angel, always looking out for me and reminding me of anything I forget; yet I have no idea what it is I do for him. I got to class on time and was instantly greeted by Alisa. The amount of energy she had in the morning was in-human and almost scary. How it is she wakes up so fast I have no idea.
As class when on I dozed off and began thinking of what I was going to do for lunch. My thoughts were interrupted by my teacher, Mr. Jerome; he wanted my homework. I opened my bag and gave it to him then went back to day-dreaming. About fifteen minutes later he reminded us of the quiz tomorrow and said we had the rest of the class time to study. Despite some of my extra curricular activities I still cared about my grades, did my homework, and more often then not went to class.
When class was finally over I was dying to get to lunch. I quickly walked away from school and went to meet my friends. Just as I was leaving the building I felt someone’s fingers tighten around my wrist and pull me back.
“Remy, remember you promised we’d have lunch together today?”
I could feel her eyes on me and that always made me nervous. She had beautiful grass green eyes and they could say one thousand words otherwise left unsaid. Today her eyes were telling me how hurt she would be if I broke my promise. I quickly smiled and waved away my friends outside.
“Of course I do Lisa, let’s go. You can choose anywhere you want, my treat.”
I did my best to resist rolling my eyes and reluctantly took her hand.
A grin slowly spread across her face when she realized I really was going to take her to lunch. Because I didn’t have a car and I knew Luke was taking Peyton out to lunch today I walked to Peyton’s car and told Lisa to get in. Like most girls at our school she was excited to be taken out in the Porsche. When we got done eating lunch we went outside and sat on one of the benches in front of the restaurant. I felt her head slowly falling on my shoulder and her hand gradually gliding across my waist line. Despite the allure of her touch I didn’t want to deceive her and had to resist. I pushed her hand away and suggested we go back to school.