Page 22 of Habits

Andrew

Pressing the doorbell three times in succession, I take a step back and wait. Again. The sound echoes through the house, but there is no sign of life on the other side of that door. I’ve been out here for a good ten minutes, ringing the doorbell and knocking, but no luck.

Where the fuck is everybody?

Taking a step back, I tilt my head up to look at the house. It’s not as big as mine, but close enough.

Just like me, the Sanders family lives on the outskirts of Greyford. The place where all the rich families live.

Secluded.

Wealthy.

Privileged.

Where the houses are more like mansions and the yards so big, there is no way you’ll ever see your neighbor arriving home, much less walking around the house naked.

The thought brings out the hazy image of Jeannette grinding against my hard dick in the library and all the possibilities if our houses were closer than they actually are assault my brain.

Pity.

I probably shouldn’t think about my friend’s sister like that, never mind that he’s my teammate, as well, but I never said I was an honorable bastard.

I decide to take a look around the house before calling it quits.

Max should have been home by now, but I guess he took a detour. Or maybe he stayed at school. Fucker is almost as dedicated to hockey and bringing the trophy back home as Derek. And that’s saying something since Derek has lived and breathed hockey for years. I wouldn’t be surprised if both of them end up in the NHL.

Sighing, I move backward until I can see the whole house. Except for the front light, all the others are turned off.

Where the fuck is Jeanette, though?

She ran away from the school as soon as class ended, and after her little lash-out at Lia, nobody’s heard from her since.

Did she even come home?

Still deep in my thoughts, I start walking around the house.

The good thing about living in isolation? There are no noisy neighbors who can see you sneaking around the house, thinking you’re a criminal or serial killer.

As I walk, my eyes scan the surroundings.

The grass is green and neatly cut. A few trees are planted strategically around the yard, but behind the fence is where the real woods start. A couple of rock gardens are in the backyard. They look dull and abandoned, but I guess in the spring when everything blooms, they give this place a certain…charm.

I shake my head, murmuring quietly, “Get a grip dude.”

Deciding I’ve already wasted enough time, I quicken my pace. There was no actual reason for me to come here in the first place. Or I could have asked Max if he’d even be home when I left the practice but …

I shake my head once again. A blunt. That’s what I need. Motherfucking Mary to take off the edge. My hand slides into my back pocket, and I take out the baggy. Making quick work of rolling the joint, I return the bag back to my pocket and grab the lighter. The lone light flashes in the darkness of the night. I watch the tip burn before I bring the blunt to my mouth and inhale.

My eyelids fall shut as I savor the first hit of sweetness. There is nothing quite like it. I hold it in, let it burn in my throat, my lungs, as long as I can before I slowly let it out. My eyes snap open, watching the little white clouds lift in the air.

“Two minutes, then I’m out.”

Right next to the house there is a big open terrace. It’s currently empty, just like the covered pool not far behind it.

I turn around, looking for … something. But the only thing that greets me is darkness.

Running my fingers roughly through my hair, I take another long pull off the joint.

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