I would Drive on to the End with You...
Two (2) Dos
I pulled into the parking lot at Idalou High School. It was still pretty early for me and Luis, (Lia had FCCLA and Mark had detention.) Luis let them out of the car and they gave us their usual farewell in the semi crowded parking lot.
Luis got back in the car, and I took my personal car stash from a small compartment under my steering wheel. Luis pulled a Watermelon Swisher from the glove compartment and handed it to me, lighting a cigarette afterwards. I took the skin and lit my own cigarette, as I opened the Swisher Sweet and proceeded with its dissection. Luis put on some Cypress Hill and nudged my shoulder.
“Hey Von, you think the new students will be hot?” I laughed and dumped the contents of the blunt skin into my ashtray.
“I have no idea, Luis. Maybe they are, maybe they’re not. We’re just going to have to wait and find out.” I proceeded to lick the edges of the skin, preparing it for rolling stage.
“I wonder if they like music. They better like the fucking Misfits or I’ll beat their fucking brains in with my baseball bat.” I laughed, thinking that be one hell of a hit to take. Luis so happened to be best hitter in the whole district. His swing was phenomenal, never missing its target. He holds records and awards, and one thing a lot of people never seem to know, was that he was never afraid to use his talent to defend what’s his, being the business that he and I were in.
“I don’t know Luis. Maybe they’re preps, more fucking hood rats but like ten times worse. They probably just listen to bullshit dub step, nothing you or I would consider good, or country music. They may even be just like us, drug users and delinquents. Just as long as they don’t fuck with my shit, they’re ok in my book.” I put some sweet OG Kush, looking nice on my copy of Stephen King’s The Shining, into the prepared blunt skin. Cypress Hill changed into the Gorillaz and Luis put his smoke out.
He rolled up the windows and I put the finishing touch on my blunt. I baked it and lit in, inhaling the sweet fumes. I passed it to Luis and watched through my windshield all the pathetic people that go to school. Preps, jocks, punks, skaters, nerds, anime junkies, cheerleaders (the worst), rednecks, gangstas and thugs all roamed together in the halls of Idalou High School.
A lot of them were posted up, just chilling on the steps of the huge basketball gym, which was located right next to my first period class, band. “Man, it’s a good thing I went to my Shed yesterday.” I said as I looked in the direction of the group of kids, staring at my car waiting for me to deal them my awesome drugs. It was slightly intimidating. “It looks like I’m going to have a few more customers.” Luis passed me the blunt and nodded.
“I know dude, and those plants are looking beautiful. Those clones are going to be awesome. You are doing incredible work there.” Luis patted my arm and I knew my little makeshift greenhouse hidden on the outskirts of town, would be very popular one day. I hit the blunt and roached it, stepping out of my car as Luis did the same.
I grabbed the pound of weed, (half of it was already broken down and wrapped into their individual dimes and niks baggies) and stashed it in my backpack. Luis headed off in the direction of the school, and I headed to the gym steps.
Just as I had anticipated, ten different people came up to me asking for a sack of green. I sold ¾ of my shit. ‘Damn, I thought to myself, as I walked away stashing rolls of fives and tens. ‘It looks like my shit is getting around.’ I developed a strand over a course of 2 years and called it Gir Kush. It gets you that stupid.
I sighed and walked into the band hall for band. Band was my favorite class. The director was a loyal customer and he had an awesome taste in music. He expressed it in awesome halftime shows and the Idalou Marching Band just so happened to be the best in the state, with me as the head flute player.
I grinned to myself as I walked past the front of the class ignoring the looks of awe, hate and fear that some of the students were giving me. I don’t even know why I got those looks, I guess it was because I was a drug dealer, and the cops were some of my customers. Long story short; if I wanted to kill you, I could get away with it. I ignored all the looks and walked into the band director’s office.
“Ahh, Roxy Von Diaz, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you.” The band director, Mr. Hayes greeted me as I walked to his desk.
“I got a little swarmed on the gym steps. Gir is really making his name known.” I explained as I sat across from him at his desk and pulled out a huge sack of weed, my grinder and my scale. “So Mr. Hayes, how much are you buying this morning?”
“Just a dime, I still have some at my house but I was running a little late this morning.” I nodded my head, and put some weed into the grinder.
“Yes sir, so Mr. Hayes, What songs do you have lined up for our marching theme this year?” I emptied the grinder into a baggie and threw it onto the scale, 4.5 grams exactly. ‘I am such a beast!’ I thought to myself as I handed the bag to Mr. Hayes.
“I don’t know yet. I’ve been thinking about getting into some oldies, you know like maybe some Iron Maiden or even some Hendrix.”
“That would be the shit!” I laughed as he handed me a ten dollar bill. He gave me a salute and I stood up. “Alright then, well I’ll leave you to your high.” He waved and started loading a bowl and I walked out the door. I scoffed as I saw my most hated classmate, Ashley Perks. I grinned sarcastically at her and went to sit in the first chair flute.
I sighed and opened The Shining, not noticing the five guys that walked into the band hall. Mr. Hayes stepped out of his smoked filled office ‘Compliments of me, of course.’ I thought to myself with an evil laugh, and yelled for the class to shut the fuck up.
"Ok class, before we getting started today, I need to introduce you to our newest students, who are joining us all the way from Jersey. Let’s give a warm welcome to Gerard and Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, and Frank Iero." I looked up from my book, thinking these must be the new kids Luis was so excited about.
They sure didn’t look like hood rats. They actually seemed pretty cool. Gerard had shoulder length black hair, Mikey had cute brown hair and thick rimmed glasses, Bob had blonde hair with a lip ring, Ray had a light brownish red afro (ha-ha no joke) and Frank, well Frank was just really fucking cute. He had all sorts of tattoos and blonde and black hair.
I looked at his face, so perfect and angelic-looking. I then looked at his eyes and he caught me staring. I looked away, aware that my face had gone red and smiling to myself when I noticed that his eyes were hazel. “Ok boys, just take a seat in the row behind Roxy there and just watch for the first day. Tomorrow we will set you boys up with your instruments.”
They nodded and took their seats and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the boy named Frank. He was so hot. He gave me such a lady boner, it was insane. I turned my attention back to Mr. Hayes and gripped my flute, anxious to learn new music and also anxious to try to get to know the new kids better.
(((***)))
“Ok class, that was a great rehearsal. Now don’t forget to practice, and make sure you put your instruments up correctly. You have ten minutes before the bell rings, so spend it wisely.” Mr.Hayes closed up his folders and walked back into his office, most likely to get more stoned. I sighed and opened my book back up, not realizing someone had took a seat next to me. “What are you reading?” I looked up and found myself staring into a certain pair of hazel eyes.
“The Shining.” I replied, trying not to get tounge tied by talking to him.
“That’s a good book.” The one known as Ray said as he took a seat next to Frank.
“Raymond Toro, I wasn’t aware that you read.” Mikey said as he pulled a chair up and sat next to me. “Hi, I’m Mikey.” He smiled and extended his hand.
“Roxy. Roxy Von Diaz.”
“Are you serious? That’s your real name?” Blonde boy Bob asked, and he stuck his head between mine and Mikey’s shoulders.
“It sounds like a drug dealer’s name.” Gerard said, as he stuck his head in between my other shoulder and Frank’s. “You wouldn’t happen to be a drug dealer, would you Miss Diaz?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I grinned, liking these Jersey kids very much. I was just about to respond when I heard some snide comments being made from behind.
“I never thought I’d see the day when our school would get such crazy looking people.” It was Ashley’s second in command, AKA the sluttiest girl in school, Tiffany Brown.
"I know right! They’re such fucking freaks! It figures they would make friends with that stupid Roxy bitch. I bet the one with the long hair is a faggot! He’s probably going to hook up with Luis, the stupid idiots!" It was hard to ignore the hurt faces of the Jersey kids, especially Gerard’s. It remided me of the pain and bullshit Luis used to go through with the idiots of this town, when he first came out of the closet. It made me mad, and very upset.
Blinded by fury I turned to catch a glimpse of those two fucking bitches Ashley and Tiffany! I had my sights set on Ashley, she said the worse so I was out for her blood. Out of impulse I pulled out my butterfly knife, rushed her and pinned the bitch to the wall. As I put the knife to her throat, Tiffany was stricken with fear and she began to scream bloody murder! Everyone else in the room turned to stare at me with a sadistic grin on my face and my knife to Ashley’s throat.
"I know you know who I am, and I know you know what I do! I am a drug dealer and I have cops that buy weed from me. Long story short if I wanted to brutally murder you, I could, and guess what I would continue to walk the streets afterwards. You got that?" The words flowed like venom, and Ashley closed her eyes tight, tears streaming down her face. Mr. Hayes banged on his window that overlooked the class, causing all eyes to turn to him.
"Roxy Von Diaz, calm down and let her go! You kids go to your next class!" Mr. Hayes yelled from his office, banging on the window that over looks the class. I kept the blade to her throat for a few more seconds before finally backing down and removing it.
I lunged at her and she screamed, getting a laugh from me and also from the Jersey Kids. I grinned and walked back to my seat to gather up my stuff, only to see that Mikey already had it in his hands. He handed me my backpack and we headed out the door.
“I knew you were a drug dealer.” Gerard grinned from his spot next to me.
“I knew you were going to be annoying.” I replied jokingly, making his brother and three friends laugh. I sighed as I exited the band hall, taking a deep breath of air. I pulled my pack of Camels from my backpack and sparked one up.
“You’re going to share, right?” I looked up and noticed the Jersey kids staring at me. Frank was the one who said it and I smiled at him, tossing him my pack. He pulled two cigarettes out and handed one to Gerard. They both lit their squares and Frank’s beautiful eyes met mine again. “So, Roxy, you going to escort us to class or what?”
Luis got back in the car, and I took my personal car stash from a small compartment under my steering wheel. Luis pulled a Watermelon Swisher from the glove compartment and handed it to me, lighting a cigarette afterwards. I took the skin and lit my own cigarette, as I opened the Swisher Sweet and proceeded with its dissection. Luis put on some Cypress Hill and nudged my shoulder.
“Hey Von, you think the new students will be hot?” I laughed and dumped the contents of the blunt skin into my ashtray.
“I have no idea, Luis. Maybe they are, maybe they’re not. We’re just going to have to wait and find out.” I proceeded to lick the edges of the skin, preparing it for rolling stage.
“I wonder if they like music. They better like the fucking Misfits or I’ll beat their fucking brains in with my baseball bat.” I laughed, thinking that be one hell of a hit to take. Luis so happened to be best hitter in the whole district. His swing was phenomenal, never missing its target. He holds records and awards, and one thing a lot of people never seem to know, was that he was never afraid to use his talent to defend what’s his, being the business that he and I were in.
“I don’t know Luis. Maybe they’re preps, more fucking hood rats but like ten times worse. They probably just listen to bullshit dub step, nothing you or I would consider good, or country music. They may even be just like us, drug users and delinquents. Just as long as they don’t fuck with my shit, they’re ok in my book.” I put some sweet OG Kush, looking nice on my copy of Stephen King’s The Shining, into the prepared blunt skin. Cypress Hill changed into the Gorillaz and Luis put his smoke out.
He rolled up the windows and I put the finishing touch on my blunt. I baked it and lit in, inhaling the sweet fumes. I passed it to Luis and watched through my windshield all the pathetic people that go to school. Preps, jocks, punks, skaters, nerds, anime junkies, cheerleaders (the worst), rednecks, gangstas and thugs all roamed together in the halls of Idalou High School.
A lot of them were posted up, just chilling on the steps of the huge basketball gym, which was located right next to my first period class, band. “Man, it’s a good thing I went to my Shed yesterday.” I said as I looked in the direction of the group of kids, staring at my car waiting for me to deal them my awesome drugs. It was slightly intimidating. “It looks like I’m going to have a few more customers.” Luis passed me the blunt and nodded.
“I know dude, and those plants are looking beautiful. Those clones are going to be awesome. You are doing incredible work there.” Luis patted my arm and I knew my little makeshift greenhouse hidden on the outskirts of town, would be very popular one day. I hit the blunt and roached it, stepping out of my car as Luis did the same.
I grabbed the pound of weed, (half of it was already broken down and wrapped into their individual dimes and niks baggies) and stashed it in my backpack. Luis headed off in the direction of the school, and I headed to the gym steps.
Just as I had anticipated, ten different people came up to me asking for a sack of green. I sold ¾ of my shit. ‘Damn, I thought to myself, as I walked away stashing rolls of fives and tens. ‘It looks like my shit is getting around.’ I developed a strand over a course of 2 years and called it Gir Kush. It gets you that stupid.
I sighed and walked into the band hall for band. Band was my favorite class. The director was a loyal customer and he had an awesome taste in music. He expressed it in awesome halftime shows and the Idalou Marching Band just so happened to be the best in the state, with me as the head flute player.
I grinned to myself as I walked past the front of the class ignoring the looks of awe, hate and fear that some of the students were giving me. I don’t even know why I got those looks, I guess it was because I was a drug dealer, and the cops were some of my customers. Long story short; if I wanted to kill you, I could get away with it. I ignored all the looks and walked into the band director’s office.
“Ahh, Roxy Von Diaz, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you.” The band director, Mr. Hayes greeted me as I walked to his desk.
“I got a little swarmed on the gym steps. Gir is really making his name known.” I explained as I sat across from him at his desk and pulled out a huge sack of weed, my grinder and my scale. “So Mr. Hayes, how much are you buying this morning?”
“Just a dime, I still have some at my house but I was running a little late this morning.” I nodded my head, and put some weed into the grinder.
“Yes sir, so Mr. Hayes, What songs do you have lined up for our marching theme this year?” I emptied the grinder into a baggie and threw it onto the scale, 4.5 grams exactly. ‘I am such a beast!’ I thought to myself as I handed the bag to Mr. Hayes.
“I don’t know yet. I’ve been thinking about getting into some oldies, you know like maybe some Iron Maiden or even some Hendrix.”
“That would be the shit!” I laughed as he handed me a ten dollar bill. He gave me a salute and I stood up. “Alright then, well I’ll leave you to your high.” He waved and started loading a bowl and I walked out the door. I scoffed as I saw my most hated classmate, Ashley Perks. I grinned sarcastically at her and went to sit in the first chair flute.
I sighed and opened The Shining, not noticing the five guys that walked into the band hall. Mr. Hayes stepped out of his smoked filled office ‘Compliments of me, of course.’ I thought to myself with an evil laugh, and yelled for the class to shut the fuck up.
"Ok class, before we getting started today, I need to introduce you to our newest students, who are joining us all the way from Jersey. Let’s give a warm welcome to Gerard and Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, and Frank Iero." I looked up from my book, thinking these must be the new kids Luis was so excited about.
They sure didn’t look like hood rats. They actually seemed pretty cool. Gerard had shoulder length black hair, Mikey had cute brown hair and thick rimmed glasses, Bob had blonde hair with a lip ring, Ray had a light brownish red afro (ha-ha no joke) and Frank, well Frank was just really fucking cute. He had all sorts of tattoos and blonde and black hair.
I looked at his face, so perfect and angelic-looking. I then looked at his eyes and he caught me staring. I looked away, aware that my face had gone red and smiling to myself when I noticed that his eyes were hazel. “Ok boys, just take a seat in the row behind Roxy there and just watch for the first day. Tomorrow we will set you boys up with your instruments.”
They nodded and took their seats and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the boy named Frank. He was so hot. He gave me such a lady boner, it was insane. I turned my attention back to Mr. Hayes and gripped my flute, anxious to learn new music and also anxious to try to get to know the new kids better.
(((***)))
“Ok class, that was a great rehearsal. Now don’t forget to practice, and make sure you put your instruments up correctly. You have ten minutes before the bell rings, so spend it wisely.” Mr.Hayes closed up his folders and walked back into his office, most likely to get more stoned. I sighed and opened my book back up, not realizing someone had took a seat next to me. “What are you reading?” I looked up and found myself staring into a certain pair of hazel eyes.
“The Shining.” I replied, trying not to get tounge tied by talking to him.
“That’s a good book.” The one known as Ray said as he took a seat next to Frank.
“Raymond Toro, I wasn’t aware that you read.” Mikey said as he pulled a chair up and sat next to me. “Hi, I’m Mikey.” He smiled and extended his hand.
“Roxy. Roxy Von Diaz.”
“Are you serious? That’s your real name?” Blonde boy Bob asked, and he stuck his head between mine and Mikey’s shoulders.
“It sounds like a drug dealer’s name.” Gerard said, as he stuck his head in between my other shoulder and Frank’s. “You wouldn’t happen to be a drug dealer, would you Miss Diaz?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I grinned, liking these Jersey kids very much. I was just about to respond when I heard some snide comments being made from behind.
“I never thought I’d see the day when our school would get such crazy looking people.” It was Ashley’s second in command, AKA the sluttiest girl in school, Tiffany Brown.
"I know right! They’re such fucking freaks! It figures they would make friends with that stupid Roxy bitch. I bet the one with the long hair is a faggot! He’s probably going to hook up with Luis, the stupid idiots!" It was hard to ignore the hurt faces of the Jersey kids, especially Gerard’s. It remided me of the pain and bullshit Luis used to go through with the idiots of this town, when he first came out of the closet. It made me mad, and very upset.
Blinded by fury I turned to catch a glimpse of those two fucking bitches Ashley and Tiffany! I had my sights set on Ashley, she said the worse so I was out for her blood. Out of impulse I pulled out my butterfly knife, rushed her and pinned the bitch to the wall. As I put the knife to her throat, Tiffany was stricken with fear and she began to scream bloody murder! Everyone else in the room turned to stare at me with a sadistic grin on my face and my knife to Ashley’s throat.
"I know you know who I am, and I know you know what I do! I am a drug dealer and I have cops that buy weed from me. Long story short if I wanted to brutally murder you, I could, and guess what I would continue to walk the streets afterwards. You got that?" The words flowed like venom, and Ashley closed her eyes tight, tears streaming down her face. Mr. Hayes banged on his window that overlooked the class, causing all eyes to turn to him.
"Roxy Von Diaz, calm down and let her go! You kids go to your next class!" Mr. Hayes yelled from his office, banging on the window that over looks the class. I kept the blade to her throat for a few more seconds before finally backing down and removing it.
I lunged at her and she screamed, getting a laugh from me and also from the Jersey Kids. I grinned and walked back to my seat to gather up my stuff, only to see that Mikey already had it in his hands. He handed me my backpack and we headed out the door.
“I knew you were a drug dealer.” Gerard grinned from his spot next to me.
“I knew you were going to be annoying.” I replied jokingly, making his brother and three friends laugh. I sighed as I exited the band hall, taking a deep breath of air. I pulled my pack of Camels from my backpack and sparked one up.
“You’re going to share, right?” I looked up and noticed the Jersey kids staring at me. Frank was the one who said it and I smiled at him, tossing him my pack. He pulled two cigarettes out and handed one to Gerard. They both lit their squares and Frank’s beautiful eyes met mine again. “So, Roxy, you going to escort us to class or what?”
Notes
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