Chapter 17--Let's Pretend My Tears Are Raindrops

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Chapter 17--The Long Journey To Becoming a Douche

My plan was not going on schedule. If it was going to work, I'd have to wait for my aunt to agree with me, which could take a while. Well, I wasn't really that patient, so instead of waiting around I decided to speed things up and have a little talk with my aunt.

I'd rehearsed everything I wanted to say and I was ready to plead her on with my court room speech that I geniusly generated in my head. And after I had Sam walked home, I knocked on my aunts door.

Bryce's POV

I woke up outside laying among the trash bags of a nightclub that I didn't remember being at. The sun was up high in the sky and I squinted at the brightness even though I was in a dark alley.

God, my head hurt.

What even happened last night? I tried to think..... but, my head. I sat on the ground and rested my head on my knee before I realized that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I slow picked my head back up and stood up. Where were my clothes? I couldn't go home like this. Then I realized that when I went home the old people would freak.

I couldn't go home at all. But I needed money. I needed drugs.

"Dammit." I said under my breath. I opened a trash bag and peeked in it trying to find my clothes, but I don't think I would've realized if my clothes were there anyways because my head hurt so bad. The only thing I could think about was getting some more weed.

But it was forty dollars.

Where was I going to get forty bucks?

I frantically looked in more trash bags before I finally just laid back and listened to my head throb. I didn't know what was happening to me. I was sweating all over.... Nothing I thought came out straight. For a while I didn't even know where I was. If you would've asked me my phone number I wouldn't have been able to tell you. I wanted the drugs! It was really starting to piss me off. If some bastard didn't hand them over right now, I'd probably die.

Slowly I got up from the trash bags and squinted across the ally. Were those jeans hanging over the edge of the dumpster? They better be. I walked across and pulled my jeans out of the trash. They had a bunch of random shit splattered all over them, but they were the only things that I could walk away with without the cops locking me up. I pulled them on and walked down the street with no underwear, no shirt, and no money to buy drugs.

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