Vik's POV

"Harold. Put. It. Back." I say, my voice stern. The boy holds a plastic bag full of a green substance.

"Can I lick it?"

"HARRY!" I yell out.

"Sorry, i've never done it before."

"Which is why I'm not letting you do it now." I say seriously. Just because I do it, doesn't mean I want to get my friends addicted.

"So, it's the weekend, you guys need to go home or anything?" I ask Harry, and hope Tobi can hear seeing as he went in my kitchen. Harry shakes his head, discomfort on his face. I ignore it. "Tobi?" I ask, walking into my hall to see him staring at my fridge.

Anger welled up inside of me and I ran forward and tackled him to the floor. "DIDN'T ANYONE TEACH YOU TO KEEP YOUR NOSE OUT OF THINGS! HUH!" I shouted, sat on his stomach.

He groans, from being knocked to the floor. I huff, trying to use my full weight to keep him down.

"Vik! I- I didn't mean to snoop!"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry asks.

"Nothing." I say, getting off Tobi and storming upstairs. I huff in anger and begin to get changed. I pull on my skinny jeans with rips in, sort out my hair and push my lip ring in. I cried out in pain when I angrily jabbed the wrong part of my lip.

"SHIT!" I yelled out, my lip ring dangling awkwardly, half in half out. I ripped it out, and examined my slightly bloody lip. I quickly sucked my lip to get rid of the blood and shoved the lip ring back in, carelessly letting metal hit my teeth.

I leaned my elbows on my dresser, hands in my face. And let out a sigh. My eyes closed, and for a second I felt at peace. And then I opened them, and saw messy life I had. The alcohol, the drugs, everything. And there he was, centre of it. Tobi.

I groaned in frustration and grabbed a grey jacket and pulled my lighter from my table into my pocket.

"Harry, if you are anywhere near my weed, I swear to god!" I say as I walk downstairs.

"Calm yourself, I'm not." Harry says, him and Tobi meeting me in my hallway.

"Good," I mumble, "where the fuck are my cigs?" My back is turned to the others while I search my coat pocket which is hung up. "Aha!" I exclaim as I pull out a box. Oh, it's empty.

I groan and throw the empty box in the general direction of the door, then I face Harry and Tobi.

"Damn, that's hot," Tobi mutters, biting his lip.

I ignore him, I'm still pissed at him for sticking his nose in my business. And I'm stressed because I don't have any cigs.

"Come on." I say, and head for the door, my keys in my hand.

When we begin walking, I have one place in mind; smokers corner.
Smokers corner is a place in a shady place about a ten minute walk. They sell alcohol and cigs to anyone. It's pricy, but sometimes they do deals, and they're the only place I can find that will serve young kids. Apart from drug dealers, but I'm not doing that again.

We make it to smokers corner, a tiny 'shop' down an alley with chairs littered around. All of the chairs are occupied by people, like they always are. And there's a cloud of smoke constantly over the shop.

I turn to the boys, "this isn't the nicest place, and I don't want you getting hurt. I understand that you get cigs from Mitch but it's worse here, Tobi."

"We're coming with."

I shrug and begin walking again, pulling out a 20 pound note. I smell the smoke and smile, I can't wait to get a cig.

The shop is tiny, when you walk in the till is in front of you, and there's about 2ft to walk in front, and 1ft width. The shelves are stocked with alcohol on one side, and cigs on the other. Tobi and Harry follow me, looking round in awe. I look at the board above the toll, today's deal is two small packs of cigs and 1 large bottle of alcohol for 20. I grab some Cherry sours and two packs and go pay.