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Bax wastes no time ditching us with his flashlight to look for wood while Remy and I sit in silence. We slowly pass the bottle back and forth between us, each taking long swigs as the darkness of the cave presses upon us. After a few minutes, a fire roars to life from Bax’s impressive skills. The warmth of the flames hits my face and the cavern quickly fills with heat.
Bax joins us, and finally, I dare to ask, “What the hell is going on with you, Remy?”
He takes a deep breath.
“Tell us, man. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us what the hell is going on. Did you kill Daniel?”
His dark eyes flick up at me, and he grabs something out of his pocket. A vial of white powder.
“No.”
I cross my arms. “Dude, where did you get that? If Coach finds out you’re doing drugs, you could get kicked off the team.”
He sniffs it and grins at me, as if daring me to do something about it. “You don’t understand yet, do you? I’m not getting kicked off anything. We’re going to win the State, regardless. I’m going to get into college and do whatever the hell I want when I want, and so are you.”
He hands me the powder, and I shake my head. I’ve never touched the stuff, and don’t plan to.
“Don’t be such a pussy,” he says to me. “This is why I quit being friends with you. You can’t handle the shit that’s coming at you.”
I rip the powder out of his hands. I’m a lot of things, but a pussy isn’t one of them.
I copy what he did, and place some on the space between my index finger and thumb, sniff it, and chase it with the bottle. I wipe my nose when I’m done. “There…happy?”
Ping…Damn…this shit goes straight to my head. My heart starts going a mile a minute.
Remy grins and leans back. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Bax, not one to be left out, grabs it from me and does the same.
After a few seconds it hits my heart, then my vision, which was blurry from the whiskey and is now sharp as a knife. For a few seconds, everything feels…. euphoric.
I slap Bax on the shoulder as he starts digging for more. “Hand it back.”
“One second, man.”
Remy rips it from Bax before I can get my hands on it. “Give it a few minutes, both of you. This shit is potent.”
I get up and start pacing. I don’t know what to do with my hands. “Where did you get it?”
“My sister. Don’t ask any more questions about it.”
The cocaine surges through me. “Well, I like it,” I admit.
He leans back and grins. “Yeah, I figured you would.”
I need more of it.
A few long seconds go by, and Bax ruffles around saying nothing. I hear him stumble, mutter, and curse. I figure he’s drunk and stoned, and high because we are all at this point.
“So, are you going to finally tell us what made you bug out?” I ask Remy, my gaze moving to the powder in his hand. “And what you meant earlier about dealing with all the shit coming at us?”
Remy shakes his head. “Your old man hasn’t told you jack shit, has he?”
“He’s told me enough,” I fire back, not wanting to seem too eager, even though I’m clueless as to what he’s talking about.
“What’s up with you and Diana?” Remy asks instead, and my skin prickles. In fact, it more than prickles; hearing him say her name makes my insides turn into razor blades.
I shrug it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
