The Conqueror Of Cities!

Chapter 6: Introduction To Drugs

"Fuck, high school is so boring" i said sighting out of bordness.

I was now a first year in high school and very popular. Everyone was my friend and the girls loved me, it's only natural when you master the art of seduction, of course the fight against Muhammed and his boys helped with my popularity.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, I sat into my seat while everyone left, patiently waiting Borce's arrival. After a short wait, I saw him standing at the doorway of my classroom, gesturing with a friendly wave, inviting me to join him.

I rose from my seat, making my way towards him. We exchanged a firm handshake, with a satisfying pop. Together, we went to the cafeteria, where the tempting aromas of freshly prepared food filled the air. The chef, recognizing us, graciously served us our meals.

Finding a comfortable spot, we took our seats in 4 men's table. While engaging in light-hearted conversation our chat was interrupted when a fat ass silently took a seat beside me. Consuming his food like an animal. Eventually he turned his head towards me and posed a question.

"Yo, you're Dionis, right?" he asked, his gaze fixed upon me.

"Yes," I replied casually and continued eating my meal.

"You seem like a chill dude. Why don't you hang out with us today?" he proposed, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.

Sensing Borce's disapproval through his expression, confusion washed over me. "Borce, why don't you want me to go?" I questioned, seeking clarification.

Borce proceeded to enlighten me, warning that the person next to me and his friends were nothing more than troublemakers, unworthy of my time or association.

"Hahahaha! You sure have a negative image of us, fatty," the stranger mocked, directing an insult towards Borce.

"Hahahaha! You sure have a big mouth, fatty," Borce retorted, a smirk playing across his face.

Both their expressions turned sour, annoyance etched on their faces. Before a fight begun, I intervened with a light-hearted gag. "Hahahaha! You two are just a couple of clowns. Anyways," I redirected my attention towards the fat person beside me. "What's your name?"

He introduced himself as Eman, and once again extended an invitation to hang out with them today. Intrigued and perhaps yearning for excitement I agreed.

Eman left and we quietly finished our meal. With the plates empty, we returned them to their place and I parted ways with Borce.

Upon arriving home, I hurriedly flipped through the pages of the book titled 'How to Win Friends and Influence People' before getting dressed and promptly leaving the house.

As I made my way to the playground, a thought crossed my mind, "I wonder if they can bring some excitement into my life." Approaching the playground, I noticed a few boys sitting on the bench while others perched on top of the monkey bars. Eman, full of enthusiasm, spotted me and rushed over to greet me with a fist bump. The rest of them seemed curious about my presence, prompting Eman to introduce me, saying, "He's a fuckin god at fighting bro. He could take all of us on right now, hahahah." Though they didn't believe him, I couldn't deny that my skills back then were far from that level.

Taking a seat, the conversations revolved around cars, bitches and scooters. Initially, I listened attentively, but as time passed, annoyance and boredom started to seep in. They went on talking about the same mundane topics for a mind-numbing four hours. How could someone be so devoided of any stimulating thoughts? Well i guess those brain dead conversations were stimulating for them.

"Damn it these fools are so boring. Fuck why do i miss the time when i got bullied? Is it because back then...at least I felt something?" I thought to myself.

I stared blankly at the playground for an entire hour before finally deciding to stand up and walk away.

"Where are you going, man?" Eman asked before I could leave. Updated from nov𝒆lbIn.(c)om

"Home. I'm tired," I replied curtly.

"Oh, okay. It was just about to get exciting, though," he said.

"Hm?" I looked at him curiously. "And why is that?"

"Just stay with us for like 15 minutes, and you'll see,"

"Alright,"

I sat back down, and they continued their conversation for the next 15 minutes. However, their enthusiasm shifted when a person arrived, and everyone seemed thrilled to see him.

"Yooo, Darjan! We missed you love," one of the boys next to me joked.

"Boys, today we're gonna get fucking high, hahaha!" Darjan declared.

"High?" I didn't understand what he meant, but I kept watching. All the boys stood up and gathered around Darjan. From his pocket, he pulled out a tin foil that piqued my curiosity. As he opened it, my disappointment grew.

"Eman, what the fuck, man? I waited 15 minutes for fucking grass?!" I shouted at Eman, feeling irritated by the wasted time.

"Hahahah, are you serious right now?" Darjan asked, and everyone laughed at me. "This shit is weed, dumbass."

"Weed!?" I exclaimed, taken aback by the reveal.

"Yeah!" Darjan exclaimed.

"the fuck is that?"

Everyone was shocked to discover that I had no idea what weed was.

"Were you born yesterday, hahahah?" Darjan joked. "Alright, let me explain. It's just a basic ass drug called Cannabis sativa, but we call it weed or marijuana."

"It's a drug?! Isn't that illegal?" I questioned.

"Who cares? It's good, and breaking the law gives us an adrenaline rush," Darjan replied nonchalantly.

"Is that so?" I pondered.

They began rolling their joints while I observed and learned. Of course, I was offered a hit, but I declined.

"Damn, why does it smell so awful?" I complained.

"What do you mean? It's good as fuck," Eman replied.

While they smoked, I approached Darjan and asked, "By the way, do you sell this stuff?"

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"How much money are you making?"

"More than the school allowance are giving us, that's for sure."

"Hmm, interesting."

Not wanting to get involved with drugs or anything of the sort, I bid farewell to Eman and started walking away. However, before I could leave, I was interrupted again, not by Eman, but by the sound of a police siren. I watched as everyone quickly disposed of their joints, screaming and scattering in different directions. The police car pulled up, and the officers began running towards us. For the first time in a year, my heart filled with fear and emotions.

Instinctively, I started sprinting away. I had never run faster in my life. "HAHAHAHA!" I laughed uncontrollably while sprinting. "Why is this so damn exhilarating? I'm fucking scared right now, if i get caught everything will end for me hahahah!" That day, something inside me changed.

Luckily, I managed to evade capture, thanks to one of Eman's friend getting caught by the cops distracting them and allowing the rest of us to get away. But the adrenaline rush was still pumping through my veins, driving me to keep running until I reached home. As I arrived home, without greeting anyone, I stumbled into my room. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto my bed, trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god! I'm alive, I'm fucking alive! Tomorrow ill hang out with them again. My heart... It's beating!" i though to myself.