“You don’t have to be,” I said. “Doing drugs leads to bad decision making, and I’m not about to waste away my life. I want to do something important. I want to be someone important.”
“You’re such a choir boy,” he said sarcastically.
I turned to him without humor in my eyes. “You wanna fuck up your life, go ahead. But don’t involve me, okay? And don’t you ever bring drugs to my apartment again.”
He sighed. “Fine.” He nodded. “We’re even.”
“Excuse me?” I asked incredulously. “How are we even?”
“I used you as a drug mule, and you flushed down my pot,” Brent said, with a shrug. “Even.”
I almost laughed. “Fucking idiot.”
He laughed and punched me lightly on the arm. “We’re cool.”
I pushed down my annoyance and nodded. “We’re cool.”
“Good,” he said, clapping his hands together. “How about a beer? You still drink, don’t you?”
I smirked. “I still drink.”
As he was getting me a beer from the fridge, I noticed a small suitcase in the corner next to the couch. I realized that there was also a woman’s coat by the door and a couple of books on the table that definitely didn’t belong to Brent.
“Have you shacked up with a girl?” I asked. “I thought you and Carly broke up?”
“Fuck yeah, that break up is definitely sticking. She was fucking crazy,” Brent said.
I looked through the pile of books on the table, and then I held up one with a title that read Business in the Modern World.
“Then who does this belong to?” I asked. “Because you’re definitely not smart enough to be reading something like this.”
“Hey, I’m not going to pretend like I am smart enough for shit like that,” Brent said. “And even if I was, I’d be bored sick. Nah, it’s no one special…just Megan.”
“Megan?”
“My little sister,” Brent replied.
“Oh. I thought she lived in Virginia.”
“She was studying there,” he replied. “But she moved into town a couple of days ago and needed a place to crash.”
“Oh.” I nodded.
“What?”
I smiled. “Nothing…just somehow can’t imagine you with a younger sister.”
“I’m sure there’s an insulting reason why you think that,” he said. “So I don’t want to know.”
I burst out laughing. Brent might not have been the most responsible person I knew, but he was good for a few laughs. We didn’t exactly have a huge amount in common, either, but apart from the men I worked with at the station, he was the only friend I had.
And lately…I needed a friend.
Chapter Two
Megan
I walked through the door and saw that the kitchen table had been lined with beer bottles and a few of the cheaper brands of liquor on the market. That was when I remembered Brent was having a party tonight. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for a party, but he had asked me to be there, and I wanted to make an effort for his sake. Also, I was a little curious about his friends.