the day I left the womb chapter two (troy)

"Thanks alot, Troy," Zeke snarles at me when he sees our new dump... I mean, house.
"Always a pleasure." I snarl back.
God. We didn't have to leave. Only four people knew. That was Gerry (the guy I was having an affair with), me, Troy, and Dad.
God.
I go into the worst room of the house, my new room. It's got a soggy mattress on the floor and a dresser. That's it.
I empty my stuff out, my hoodies, my laptop, my five issues of Alternative Press--- I'll have to change the shipping address---, and a copy of Catcher in the Rye.
The mattress has no sheets--- all I brought was my leopard print comforter... shit. I sigh and sit down. This is gonna be a long night.
  XOXOX
Eventually, I get bored, so I look up decent hot spots that I'm allowed into--- I'm only sixteen.
I find a place called the X. About three miles away.
"I'm leaving, be back in three hours!" I shout.
Dad just shrugs. Great parenting. I think.
The place is just a bar with Minor Threat blasting. I order a coke and sit down.
No hot girls--- plenty of hot guys though.
One catches my glance.
He's also about sixteen. He's wearing a white Drop Dead shirt, grey skinny jeans, and a wirst band. His hair is practically eating his face, but there is enough out of the way to barely see one eye, which is light blue.
He seems to be looking at me too. He smiles.
"Hello. My name is Max Simple."
He leaves to the bathroom, turns around, and beckons to me.1

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