After the laughter died down, the guys continued passing around the bongs, chatting about the weekend and discussing music. Bender returned to the bathroom to clean up upon Tom’s request. They carried on drinking and didn’t notice the dorm door open until a loud unfamiliar laugh muffled their own.
They looked across the dorm to see Jacob and three other boys sitting on his bed. They were also drinking and seemed engrossed in their conversation. Sam looked to Dominic who shrugged. Sam took it upon himself to cross the room to greet Jacob and his friends. Jacob had never brought mates back before. They were all interested as they’d assumed their Fifth Year dorm mate was a loner.
“Alright.” Sam approached the group, a couple of beers in hand as a welcome gesture.
“Oh, Sam, sorry I should have asked,” Jacob stammered.
“It’s cool, we don’t care. Here.” Sam passed him the beers and hinted back to the coffee table. “Did you wanna join us for a bong or two?”
“Oh no I’m fine,” Jacob said but was quickly interrupted by a smaller, skinnier boy with dirty blond hair and spotty cheeks.
“That would be sick, cheers.” The boy got to his feet and paced across the room, taking the bong from Sticks’s hand.
Sam figured that as he’d offered he couldn’t be angry but as neither Jacob nor his other friends seemed that keen, it was weird this boy would want any. He returned to his seat beside Dominic who was watching the younger guy with curious eyes.
“What’s your name, mate?” Will asked.
“Terry, Terry Gibson. I’m one of Jakey’s mates,” he grinned, puffing out his chest as he took a lighter and attempted to light the bong.
The guys watched patiently as Terry sucked the smoke up the pipe. He seemed to know what he was doing when he released his finger and drew the smoke into his mouth. For a moment, they thought Jacob had a cool friend they could get to know when Terry choked and almost dropped their favourite bong.
“Christ, sorry, I do weed every night, that stuff’s really strong. I’d better stop or I’ll be seeing shit all night if I carry on,” Terry chuckled.
Sticks, Dominic and Sam gave each other a sceptical glance. Everyone had been in that position; wanting to impress the older kids. Nonetheless, they couldn’t help but smirk.
“Most weed doesn’t make you hallucinate. What fucking drugs have you been doing?” Sam snorted; the other guys grinned.
“Oh you know, the usual, MDMA, a bit of coke, a cheeky bit of ket, the usual,” Terry said, puffing out his chest once again.
Tom spotted Jacob looking rather embarrassed.
“That’s a usual night for you, is it?” Dominic questioned, trying his hardest not to sound judgemental.
“Yeah course, ain’t it yours?” Terry grinned.
“A normal night for me is a bottle of beer and a joint but whatever floats your boat, mate.” Dominic couldn’t look at the younger boy any longer. Instead, he kept his eyes on Will who was subduing his laughter beside Jasper and Sticks.
“Oh, that sounds fucking boring mate. You should start getting on the waggon. Pop a couple of pills, grab a few girls and get the shots in, am I right lads?” Terry held up his bottle of beer waiting for their appraisal.
Sam gave him a sarcastic grin and raised his bottle unenthusiastically.
“God you lot are boring. It’s a right sausage fest in here. What are you all, batty boys?” Terry chuckled, glancing around the group who didn’t look entertained.
“Just the two,” Tom grunted, catching eyes with Dominic who snorted.
“Well, I’m sorry we didn’t have any ‘ket’ or ‘coke’ for you mate. If we know you’re coming over next time, we’ll find some eh?” Sam smirked. He could hardly believe what was coming out of this boy’s mouth. He glanced over at Jacob who was beginning to usher his friends out of the room. He liked the Fifth Year boy and wondered what he was doing hanging around with a guy like Terry Gibson.
“Yeah mate, sure.” Terry went to clink bottles with Luke who looked away out of sheer embarrassment for the poor guy.
“Come on, Terry, let’s go,” Jacob called out to his friend.
“Well, it was nice to meet you, lads. We’re off to find some pussy,” he winked and swaggered out of the room, taking Jacob with him.
When the door closed, the guys stared around at each other.
“He’s aware he’s like twelve, yeah?” Tom was stunned by the boy’s confidence.
“Off to find some pussy? I don’t think I was ever that much of a twat when I was his age,” Sam chuckled in disbelief.
“Where does he expect to find it?” Will said, just as baffled.
“In the mirror?” Sticks said calmly, causing another rumble of laughter from the guys.
“Come on lads, let’s get some more bevvies in.” Sam jumped up from his seat and went to the fridge.
“Oh while you’re there, could you have a look for some pussy for me?” Dominic called out, keeping the laughter going amongst them.
Sam glanced in the fridge and straightened up again. “No pussy, but there’s a giant cock in here if you’re cool with that? Tom?” he chortled.
“It wouldn’t be Terry Gibson by any chance?” Dominic replied dryly.
“What a tosser!” Sam shouted from the kitchen popping off the lids of the beers, over the sound of his friends’ loud, contagious laughter.
This is what I call a good Friday night.
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