"So?" She said
"What?" I said, I little too quickly not to be suspiscious
"What was it like? When you...."
I cut her off, sensing I wouldn't like to answer her next question.
"I don't know what you mean" I disguised the lies with a nervous , I could tell she wasn't fooled. I knew, She knew, by tomorrow, everyone would know if I didn't do something.

"Do not lie to me Seth" She said in a harsh hushed tone, I knew I was in trouble now, but my mind couldn't concentrate on her face. Everything seemed to be in a state of constant motion. The sound of my name rattled around my head. Great, I thought, Soon everyone will know. I'll be labeled for life, well as long as I stay in this town. Labelled as that sort of posh kid that fell in with the wrong crowd and got into all of that stuff. As soon as I dabbed at that powder I knew that I'd have a hard time shaking that reputation of the local addict. Though, admittedly, I found that scenario alot more attractive than the mundaine alternative of just another good quiet boy. I don't quite think Bethan, my self impossed agony aunt, saw it that way.
I could imagine what it was like, back on that warm saturday afternoon. The time I "took the wrong turn" and tried it. It was quiet, well, quieter than it usually is. We bought the stuff off our usual guy, we later found out he could get you anthing, at anytime. We took it down in the "Subway".

Everyone went down there when it was raining. On wet days everyone was down there, hudled together like rats. Seeking shelter from the world and it's millions of judging eyes. Peering into our world with looks of disgust. They don't know what it's like. They don't know what it's like to have to hide away in the less frequented part of town, in that park tucked out of the way, non-existant to the rest of the city. Hidden, underground when it rain. Away from parents, police and away from those fucking do-gooders who try and interfere in the cycle of binge-drinking and casual drug use that never stops.

I can just see it, me and Dan, sitting there, frantically dabbing at the white powder. shying away from the world and our seemingly cruching relationship problems. Nothing mattered when I was in that state. Sitting there, spaced out. Yes, we were like rats down there. Shying away from the world.

Dan scored the night before, we shared it. We bought everthing our buy could get us.