Chapter Two – Bad Teachings of a Good Sort
Chris opened his eyes, he had fallen asleep. He looked over at his clock, 7:20am. He noticed the pine box and lighter was out. He quickly put everything back into the box, and just as he was sliding it close, Piper knocked on his door. He threw it behind him, under his blanket.
"Chris-Oh you're up!" Piper said walking in. "Chris, this room is a mess."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to clean it."
"Uh-huh. You get to clean today after you get home from school."
"Fine." He snapped.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Chris stood up, and grabbed a towel. "Excuse me."
As Chris passed his mother, Piper was suddenly confused. Why did he snap at her? And what was his problem. She just looked around his room, was that smoke she smelled on her son? And what has gotten into him lately, why had he been so moody and such. She just shook her head and walked down stairs.
About twenty minutes later, Chris walked into the kitchen in a white Abercrombie & Fitch shirt, jeans, sandals, and brown leather belt. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
"You smell good, new cologne?" Piper asked
"Yeah."
"Okay-wanna a muffin?"
"No thanks." He said grabbing his folder which was on the table.
"Sweetie, is everything okay?"
"Peachy."
"Uh-huh, then how come you're not eating?"
"I am eating."
"You fooled me, because I haven't seen you eat anything in days."
"Whatever. Bye." He said grabbing his keys and walking out the back door.
Piper was now annoyed, she wanted to fight him about it, but she had to look good, cause she having some people coming to the club that day apprising it. "I am gonna kill him."
Chris got into his green F-150 truck, and sat there. He looked behind him, making sure his mom, aunts or cousin wasn't looking, and pulled out a bag of pills. He put about three pills in his hand. Morphine. He grabbed a bottle of water which was behind him and threw the pills into his mouth and opened the bottle of water and swallowed. He put the bag back, and then pulled out a prescription bottle, which belonged to his Aunt Phoebe. Darvocet. He poured about four red pills and popped them into his mouth. He swallowed and he put everything back into his glove compartment and threw the bottle behind his seat. And looked back at the house. He turned on the truck and then drove off.
As he parked his truck in the student parking lot, he saw his friend Cody. Cody was quarterback on the school High School football team. Also one of Wyatt's most trust friends, so he had to watch what he said to him. IF he ever told him that he was doing drugs, Wyatt would come after him and pull the drugs right out of his mouth. As he got out of his truck, he felt a little light headed. He walked over to Cody, who was as tall as Wyatt, and as muscular, but he had black spiky hair.
"Sup Man!" Chris said walking on. He walked over, and to building five, Locker Bay eight. He leaned over the corner and saw Bianca. Bianca was talking on her cell and getting a book from her locker.
"Seriously Leslie," Bianca said over her cell, "I am worried about him, he-"
"Worried about who?" Chris asked
Bianca turned around. "Chris!" She said, "Girl, we'll finish this talk later. Love ya!" She flipped her phone shut and put in her pink purse. She then gave him a kiss on his lips.
"Who are you worried about?" Chris asked once more as Bianca got her book and closed her locker.
"Oh, my little brother." She said thinking quickly, "He's not eating or sleeping. I am really worried about him."
"Oh alright then." He said taking her books, and carrying them for her.
"Yeah, so ready for the big Chemistry final?"
"Oh shit! I forgot!" Chris said stopping dead.
"What! Baby, it's worth twenty percent of your grade! And you're barely pulling a "C" in the class!"
"Its just things are getting-"
"Chris, baby it's not like you to forget stuff like this."
"Then it looks like you don't me at all. Carry your own damn books!" He said dropping them and walking away.
"Chris." She said getting her books, and going after him, "I am sorry, I was just saying-" She touched his shoulder and he turned putting up his back hand.
"WHAT!" He said
Bianca screamed and lifted her books to shield her face.
"OH FUCK NO!" they both heard. Before he knew it he saw Lori, Bianca's best friend come over and punch Chris in the back of the head. She was a tall, black woman, with long back hair. "Don't you dare hit my girl!" She said standing infront of her.
Chris was sucked back into reality, what the hell was he doing? He lowered his hand and stepped back. Everyone in the quad was looking around. He saw Bianca's younger brother who in fact was bigger than him, looking at him, and his Chemistry. He was at a loss for words, and he just ran off.
"You okay, Girl. Did he hit you?" Lori said turning around looking over Bianca.
"I am fine." She said, she had tears in her eyes. "He's never done before. He actually scared me."
"Ditto Girl, come on I'll walk you to class." Lori took her hand walked with her to the science ward.
Chris hid in the bathroom until the first bell rang. He then ran to his locker, and punched it. Why in hell did he do that? What in hell made him wanna hurt Bianca? They've been friends since kindergarten, and what in hell had gotten into him. He sighed by his locker, and then remembered. He turned and opened his locker. He pulled out a red pencil box, and opened it. He saw a straw and a bag of PCP, a white power. He took the straw and didn't even bother taking it out of the bag, and took the straw put it in his left nostril and sniffed. He withdrew from the straw after a second, and continued to breathe in. He then closed the box, and his locker.
He sighed in relief. "Much Better." He said. Then walked to class.
