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Chapter 3

Kenny's POV

"All done, buddy?" I ask Drew as I notice he put down his pencil.

"Yes daddy!" He replies as he starts jumping on my bed.

"Okay, let me check it." He had math homework. I'm so glad this is basic kindergarten math because math is my worst subject. "Everything looks good. You can go play now."

He jumps off the bed. "Yes! Do you want to play video games with me?"

I smile and nod. "Go in the living room and wait. I'll be out there in a bit."

"Okay daddy." As soon as he leaves, I lock the door. I need my fix before I go and play games with him. I grab my stuff and a needle and take off one of my socks. I fill up the needle and inject it in between my big toe and the second. I instantly feel some relief. I haven't had a fix in hours so I was dying.

I lie back on my bed to relax and enjoy my high when there's a knock on my door. "Yes?" I ask slightly annoyed.

"Your friend Stan is here." Karen calls out.

"Okay, give me a minute." I quickly hide my stash and unlock my door and get back in bed. "Send him in."

Just then Stan comes in. "Hey dude." He greets me with a smile.

"Hey, what's up? Home for the weekend?" Stan goes to University of Colorado. He usually comes home every other weekend or so. When he's not too busy with his folks or Wendy, he'll visit me. Stan and Wendy have been dating off and on since fourth grade. Things really started getting serious between them in 10th grade. They've been going strong since. They're even at the same college.

"Yeah." He stares at me. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "Yeah man, why do you ask?"

Stan shrugs. "Oh, you seem out of it."

"I have a five year old. Need I say more?" I lie. Stan has no clue that I'm high as fuck right now and I intend to keep it that way.

Stan chuckles. "Yeah, but he's playing video games in the living room."

"I told him to do that because I needed a break!"

"I get it."

He really doesn't get it. He'll never get it until he has a child of his own. "I love my son, but sometimes I just wish I had the time and freedom to do whatever I want."

"I understand that. I wish you could have the college experience with us. We're having the time of our lives!" It really does suck that I'm not able to experience that life with them. I'm still stuck as a senior in high school while all my friends are college juniors. Kevin's right…I am a failure.

"Yeah, college is out even whenever I graduate. I don't have any money."

"I know dude."

"If I were smart like Karen, I would've gotten a scholarship, but I'm not. Kevin is doing really for himself without going to college, but again, I'm not smart enough." The more I talk, the more I want to shoot up.

"Dude..." I see a look of concern on Stan's face.

I shake my head. "I'm not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself. How are you doing? How's Kyle? I haven't talked to him in awhile." I ask trying to change the subject.

"He's doing well. He's thinking about staying in New Jersey after he graduates." Kyle is an engineering major at Princeton. I don't see or talk to him as often as I do Stan due to distance and his busy schedule.

"Interesting..." He was always so anti Jersey so I'm in shock that he not only went to school there, but he's considering staying after he graduates.

"That's if he doesn't get into Harvard."

I nod. I'm sure he will, he's always been so damn smart! "I see. I'll give him a call soon."

"I'm sure he would love to hear from you. Have you seen Cartman around?"

I groan just at hearing his name alone. "Unfortunately."

"Is he still giving you a hard time?"

"When is he not?" Cartman likes to torment me whenever he sees me. I'm sure you can guess about what. I guess he's happy he found something else to make fun of me about besides being poor. He is the CEO of his own burger restaurant called Cartman Burger, yes just like when we were kids, but it's legit now. He's opened up 30 locations in Colorado alone. He's starting to branch out to other states. He's now a self made millionaire. I will admit I'm a little jealous. He barely made it out of high school and now he's rich. He loves to rub it in! Asshole!

"That's fucked up. Well just continue to ignore him. He'll get bored after awhile."

"I hope so. Luckily I have pretty thick skin so his words don't bother me that much."

"That's good to hear."

"So..." I figured I would change that unpleasant subject, "have you heard from Bebe?"

He nods nervously. "Wendy still talks to her. They hang out occasionally..."

"How is she? Is she seeing anyone?"

Stan looks away. "I shouldn't say."

"Come on Stan! If you know something tell me." I know for a fact that Bebe is dating someone, but I need Stan to give me the 411 on the dude.

"Dude, why does it matter? You guys broke up five years ago."

"I still care about her. I just want to make sure she's okay."

"You just want to know if you still have a chance with her." Stan smirks.

I nod in agreement. "Well...that too."

He puts his hand on my shoulder. "Let it go dude."

"Dude, she's the love of my life. I can't let it go!"

"I understand, but she moved on."

I raise my eyebrow. I guess he's ready to admit the truth. "So you admit she's seeing someone else?"

"I didn't say that."

"Don't deny it Stan. I know you've hung out with them. You and Wendy. I saw it on Facebook!"

Stan seems taken aback. "Are you stalking her?"

I shake my head. "No, you were tagged in the picture. She dating some muscle bound meathead!"

"Dude, stop. He's cool."

"What does she see in him?"

Stan starts laughing which pisses me off. "You're judging a guy you don't know."

I stomp my foot. "Because I know Bebe can do better! Maybe I'm not better, but I know he's not worthy of her either!" I can feel myself getting angrier by the second.

Stan blinks several times. "Are you all right? You seem so...agitated."

"I'm fine! I really am!" I fold my arms.

"O…kay…listen, not this weekend because I'm going to a wedding with Wendy, but the next time I'm home, we should hang out. Maybe hit up a bar or lounge or something."

"If I have the money…"

"Don't worry about the money. It's my treat."

I shake my head. I really hate that my friends have to cover my tab when we hang out. It's so embarrassing. "Stan, you don't have to do that."

"I want to. I hate seeing you like this dude. Maybe if you have a night out, you'll see there are other women out there and maybe you'll get over Bebe."

"I can find other women on my own! I'm doing just fine in that department."

"Then why are you still worried about Bebe?"

"Because those other women are whores!" That part is true. Thanks to Kevin, I've had a lot of women in my life, but of course I'm nothing more to them than a sex object. Bebe cared about me for I am, not for what was in between my legs.

"I'm still taking you out regardless!"

Drew sticks his head in the door. "Daddy, can you come play with me now?"

"I'm talking right now."

"Sorry." He slowly backs away.

"It's cool. I'm going to go and let you play with your son." Stan tells me. He bends down in front of Drew. "He's all yours Little Dude."

"Thank you…" Drew replies shyly.

Stan chuckles and rubs his hair. "Cute kid. Take good care of him Kenny."

"That's what I've been doing." Or at least trying to do anyway.

"Keep it up." With that Stan leaves.

"Give me five minutes Drew. I promise this time." Drew nods and I close and lock the door. After Stan confirming Bebe has a boyfriend, I really need another fix…