Part4:

Lex

After dropping off Ebony I sat back and tried to clear my thoughts. Ebony danced with Trudy. Wow that took guts. I could never do that. I felt his presence in the back seat but was afraid to look at him for fear of driving off a cliff. I kept my eyes on the road as I drove toward jack's house. My mind wandered back to the first moment I realized I was different. It was the day I started high school. I was walking down the hall when I ran into someone and my books were strewn around the hall. I quickly kneeled down to retrieve them while apologizing to the guy I had run into. I was so surprised when the guy started to help me pick up my books that I almost fell backwards on the floor. We both stood up and he handed me my books. My hand brushed his and it felt like I had been shocked. I guess it showed on my face cause the guy patted me on the shoulder and walked away down the hall with out saying a word. I snapped back to reality when I heard Jack say something from the back seat.

"What did you say?" I asked

"well I just wondered if you were hungry? You could come in and we could... order a pizza or something."

"Yeah or something" I mumbled under my breath.

"What?" Jack asked leaning over the center seat.

"Nothing, no I gotta be going home but thanx."

I pulled into jack's drive way and watched him walk into the house and out of sight before I pulled out of the drive and onto the main road. I took my time getting back to the hell hole I called home. I never let anyone come over to my house, except for Ebony. Everyone at school thought I was just another spoiled rich kid living off daddy. But I'm not. I've had to work for everything I own, hell I don't even know who the fuck my daddy us. Not like I can ask my mom, she's probably out working by now. I was surprised to see my moms ratty old car int eh driveway as I pulled in next to it. I locked my car and ent into the house. I heard laughter coming from the living room and figured mom had one of her druggie friends over. I walked through the kitchen to my room and laid on my bed face down. I heard people come into the kitchen and something being mixed in the blender. I got up grabbed a wife beater and a pari of shorts. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen were I was greeted with the smell of pot and beer. My mom was sitting at the table, feet propped up, smoking a cigarette. There was a lady at the blender mixing something I couldn't quite make out.

"What the hell are you looking at?" my mom asked me when she noticed I was standing there.

"What the hell are you making?" I asked still trying to figure out what was in the blender.

"I ain't makin' nothin'." my mom replied.

"Well then what is she making." I asked

"What the fuck does it look like? Don't be askin me stupid questions. You's got eyes use em."

I gave up asking and went to take a shower.

When I came out my mom and her friend were gone. I went back into my room and went to sleep.