Chapter Two:

   Eric's POV

"It's not that fucking hard, dude." I take the rolling paper filled with grinder up weed out of my friend Cory's hands, completing the job he thinks he's so good at. "We will be here all day if you roll it." Nathan and Willy chuckle and nod in agreement as I twist the tip and grab the lighter. 

Cory slumps back in his chair at the table. "It doesn't even take me that long. You're just impatient." He tells me, taking the joint from me as I pass it to him, now lit and ready to be rotated between the four of them. Cory was the funny one of the group. Over confident and energetic for no reason at all. Nathan and Willy were like brothers, they are the quieter ones in public and themselves with the people they're comfortable with. Me? I don't really know what role I play. Maybe a little bit of everything? 

"So when are you leaving?" Willy asks as a breath of smoke leaves his lungs after taking a hit once it was his turn. "Soon, right?" 

I nod slowly, relaxing in my own chair. "Tomorrow morning." 

Going back home for winter break wasn't something I was looking forward to but I also didn't want to destroy my mom by not being a part of it. She was so proud of me for going to college, hitting the books, getting a job. Little did she know that neither of those things actually happened. 

See, I went to college for a semester. Before going I was quite optimistic about it, thinking this might actually be a new start for me. A town where no one knows me or my secrets, a good school and plenty of job opportunities. It only took a few months of low income and living in a dorm with a stranger for me to drop out. Something about busting my ass for little to no money rubbed me the wrong way and it wasn't so,etching I was going to willingly do.

Needless to say, I've spent almost four whole years getting my pretend degree, lying to my parents. It was easily done by just simply getting an apartment off campus and having my parents visit every once in a while. I told them I got a job on campus so it gives me an excuse to not have them pop up whenever they want. With only a semester left to fake, it was almost time for me to plan how I'm going to pull off the whole after college thing. 

Seeing my brother Blake will be the only good part of going back home. He doesn't treat me like I'm some psycho who needing fixing. Seems like ever since I got out of the institution, my mom still wants to treat me like a wounded puppy and my father doesn't want much to do with me at all. 

Blake's been talking non stop about this new girlfriend he has named Rosie Mae. It's about time, the boy is eighteen and he just had his first kiss, that being with Mel. I've been telling him for years to just grow a pair and ask a pretty girl out. I'm happy for him though, he's hell bent over this girl. What's funny to me is her desperation for wanting me to like her. Blake went on a ten minute rant about how I need to be extra nice to this girl and not to scare her off. 

Like I actually give a fuck enough to have any type of feeling towards her. 

"The people staying on campus aren't going to be happy you're gone." Nathan commented 

"That's why you and Willy will be taking care of them." I told them, standing and heading towards my room. They watched as I left, not asking where I was going. I unlocked the safe in my closet, retrieving a large bag full of marijuana and a zip lock baggie full ecstasy. 

Once back in the kitchen, I set the bags in the middle of the table. Both Nathan and Willy glance between the bags and myself. "You guys are gonna sell for me while I'm gone." I told them rather than asked them. 

"Fuck that. We aren't getting caught up for your ass." Willy shook his head as he spoke. "You don't give a shit about going to jail. We do." 

"Get over it. It's only for a week then I'll be back and take over again." I replied, returning to my position in my chair. 

Willy grumbled, spewing out a few curs words under his breath but not arguing with me. He knew better. None of the guys sold drugs, they just bought them from me. Every once in a while when I'm away, they make the sales for me so I'm not losing out on any money. The plan is to sell as much as I can back home to the all the young people with cabin fever and seasonal depression during the holidays. Willy and Nathan will sell to all the kids in college barely making passing grades and scraping up change for ramen noodles. 

I'll make the most money this way. 

Cory was going home too so he wouldn't be helping the boys. Cory actually lived in the same town I did. This was a good thing since I don't have any other friends other than the three of them. If all my time was spent at home for the week, I'd go ballistic. 

"What happens if we see Lucas?" Cory questions, side eyeing me as if nervous to even ask the question. 

"If that guy shows his face it's going to be a shit show." Nathan commented in between sips of his beer. "There's no way you can be in the same room without killing each other."

They just didn't know I'd actually kill him. 

Lucas and I have always hated each other. There was no real reason behind it for either of us. It started way back in middle school. Lucas seemed to follow me everywhere I ended up. From elementary, middle, high school and now the college campus I'm selling at. 

About three months ago he needed to make some extra money and asked to sell for me until he made the amount he needed. Being the business man I am, I of course said yes. Money is far more important than the hate I have for him. Plus it gave me some power to have him working for me. 

Needless to say, Lucas fucked up. With the large amount he asked for, Lucas decided to smoke a little bit for himself instead of make himself and myself profit. The dumbass got carried away partying and stole damn near a thousand dollars from my bag, wasting all those drugs he was supposed to be selling on himself and drunk kids. 

Lucas hasn't shown his face since. But he lives in me and Cory's town. Chances are he will pop up somewhere considering how small it is. When he does, I will then guarantee never seeing that face of his again. 

"I hope I do see him." I tell the boys in thought of that magic moment.

"Shit" Cory scoffs a little. "Well I hope I'm not there to witness it. Can I get an amen?" 

"Amen" Nathan and willy said in unison, making me laugh and shake my head at them.