Back Again

Chapter Twenty-Eight

      “So he’s a stoner?” I asked skeptically.

      “Yeah, not a huge pothead, but every once in a while he can’t take the world, and turns to the stuff,” he explained.

      “Oh. You’re not one, are you?”

      “Me? God no! My mom already hates that I hang around here, if she got even the slightest whiff of weed on me, I’d be dead!” I laughed, trying to make out the letters that were spray-painted across on the other side of the ramp-like structure. 

      For the short period of time that I’ve known and talked to Cody, I’ve learned a few things about him. He’s actually a very versed kid, and his history with having been a private school attending preppy kid, really counters his entire attitude. He hates it, but doesn’t have a choice whether or not to go. He’s calm most of the time, and good to talk to. I like Cody; he’s a good kid.

      “Good. It’s bad for you,” I said, pleased.

      “What about you Jules, you smoke or drink?”

      “Nah. Never the overly rebellious type,” I joked.

      “Could’ve fooled me,” he said, as his phone chimed. He took it out once again, and typed something in, leaving it out on the grim gray of the concrete.

      “What’s her name?” I asked.

      “Beth,” he said, “we’ve been together for almost a year.”

      “Aw! That’s so sweet!” I squealed. I think long-term relationships are the cutest. Josh and mine had lasted for almost two years, and whenever we shared this fact with people, they were always surprised. After having seen Adam go through so many toxic and short lived, fake relationships, I think that when I met Josh, I knew I wanted something serious; same with Mason.

      “Yeah, I guess…” he trailed off.

      “Cody! Bro! Let’s get the hell out of here!” Aiden said, running up to us, looking as worried as ever. Apparently, Cody and Aiden knew each other. I think they told me they were long time family friends or some shit, so Aiden was leaving here with Cody.

      “Why? We just got here?” Cody protested.

      “We’re leaving,” Aiden said hurriedly.

      “What happened between you two?” I asked, sliding down, trying not to scrape myself. When I was first learning how to skateboard, the ground loved my knees. They were always scabbed, bloody, and nasty. Once I did eventually get the hang of it, my knees were pretty grateful.

      “He was pissed, to put it lightly,” Aiden said.

      “Uh huh. Sounds expected. So… see ya tomorrow!” I said, offering up a supportive smile as my form of condolences.

      “Yeah, yeah, Cody let’s go!” Aiden urged. Cody slowly dropped down from the top of the structure where he had been residing, and leisurely strolled over to Aiden, skateboard in hand.

      “Bye Jules!” Cody called.

      “Bye guys!” I said, waving to them. I watched as Aiden sprinted away, and Cody jogged after him. Damn. I feel bad Aiden. I don’t know what Logan’s thinking right now, but I’m sure he’s not happy; I mean, I would be pissed too in this situation.

      “Yo! Jules!” Logan called. I spun around to face him, and he looked less than thrilled, to say the least. He threw his skateboard on the ground, and kicked it to me. I wasn’t too sure of what was expected, but I did the only thing I could; I hopped on the board, and my foot pushed me along on the pavement as I went.