Chapter 4

ROY POV

"Fuck" I shouted, getting out of bed. Sweat covered my perfectly sculpted body or whatever my fan girls said. I did just woke up from another nightmare, the third time this week and it was only Wednesday.

My phone rang jolting me from my thoughts. I was expecting the call to come from Opze but it stunned me to get a call from Ares. I was a lot closer to Opze than I was to him.

I picked up the call, and the fuckers voice rang out

"Hey" he always has a tinge of arrogance and nonchalance to his voice, not to forget deep-toned as well.

"Whaddup?" I asked

"Nothing, I just wanted you to show up at the lake. I've got blunt, a lot of 'em."

"Hmmm, okay, but is Opze coming?" I asked.

"I don't want him to come, he is always too excited but you can call him if you want." He said dispassionately through the phone and yes he was right, Opze was always too excited, I wasn't down for that, I needed the mood that went on around Ares every single time...

The lake was far but I did got there faster than I thought, and even faster than he thought from the way his eyes shone.

He sat down on a reclined chair. He wore a shirt which he didn't bother to fasten, a blunt in between his fingers. My eyes settled on the chair again wondering where he got the freaking chair from.

" I got the chairs from a storage room down there, borrowed to be exact." he understood my gaze, I smirked at the idea of that.

I sat down on the second reclined chair which was opposite him. I pointed to the blunt in between his hands he understood, pointing at a bag on the floor. I opened the bag, took a stick and lighted it with the lighter Ares handed me.

The minutes passed in silence, and smoke rose into the air. I couldn't explain the movement of the smoke nor would I care to.

All the emotions that had welled up in me earlier dissipated along with the smoke.

I stood up ready to go just as Ares was as well

"who is going to take the chairs back?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it." He said. I wouldnt, never did.

I took out my phone to check the time. Fucking 6:31, before I could dip my phone back into my pockets. Ares was already going with hands in his pocket. I didn't bother anymore with the fellow, I took my own route.