Chapter 17

“Come on,” she said. “That’s enough downer talk. You’re coming with me to the liquor store.”

“Sure.” Rob stood up as well. He threw his balled up wrapper at the trash can. It hit the rim and bounced to the floor.

“Weak,” Kayla snickered. She scooped up the wrapper and turned with her back to the trash can. In one swift movement she tossed the wrapper over her shoulder. It sailed directly into the center of the can.

She patted Rob on the shoulder. “That’s how it’s done. Take note. You’ve got a lot to learn still.” 8

The smell of weed laced the air, the liquor flowed, and music thumped through the house with a soothing rhythm, but Rob felt electrified.