Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 2

Standing in front of the school I took a few breaths before deciding to go in. Everyone was excited, a lot of screaming, talking, and gossiping.

A week.

That's how long I gave them before their emotions run down and misery kicks in.

I didn't have any friends to reunite with, only customers. Speaking of which it didn't even take ten minutes for Tommy to appear by my side with a cheeky expression on his stupidly handsome face.

"What do you want?" I snapped not wanting to get any unnecessary attention during the first day back.

"Sheesh," he uttered. "Don't be so distant Mars, we missed you over the summer, shame you didn't join us."

Opening my locker, I grimaced at the pure dumpster I had in there.

"You mean you missed the weed," I remarked. "Don't you know any other dealers?" I wasn't feeling like having this conversation this early in the morning.

Feeling a pat on the shoulder, I winced and quickly discarded his friendliness by moving away and sending him an angry expression. He raised his hands apologetically and smiled.

"Yours the best what do you want me to say?"

With a sigh, I began to sort out my locker. "So, what do you want?" I tried to get to the point.

"We got a party next Friday, just the usual?" he informed, trying to act cute, but I couldn't care less. He wasn't my type. "You can come if you like," he carried on and I stopped him.

"I don't do parties," I reminded and placed a couple of books in his hands while I tried to sort the bloody mess. "Get the money before the end of this week and we have a deal," I said indifferently.

He brightened up and uttered a quiet 'yes'. "You're the best Mars," he chippered and waited for me to take the books before he ran towards the other jocks.

Must have been nice to be this carefree. Meanwhile I was certain of one thing, I was never going to do any drugs, willingly at least. Once you see what that shit does to a person, you wouldn't either. Maybe that's why Andrew liked to use me because I wasn't a junkie and I never tried to steal his shit.

Suddenly my attention went towards a group of bimbos that stood closley to my locker and gossiped about their teammate.

"She's gotten so much fatter, have you seen her?! Can't believe we have to keep her on the team," one of them whined out as if it were the end of the world to gain a few pounds.

"If you want to fat shame, someone, do it elsewhere you idiots," I hissed and smashed the locker door, before leaving them behind. "Unbelievable," I muttered while walking into the classroom.

Life was so much more serious than spreading mean gossips, but girls like them couldn't know. They had everything just no common sense.

What a waste.

Surviving school was easy, as long as you didn't let them bring you into any of their stupid group circles, wouldn't involve yourself in their dramas, and well I guess, sold weed.

"Welcome, welcome." A good-looking man greeted from the front of the class. I don't think I had him in my first year. "I'm Robert, I will be taking care of this class. Let's wait for the rest to join before we begin," he added cheerily, but his smug smile made my senses go into high alert.

I wasn't going to trust this guy, because I recognized a scum when I saw one.

My eyes wandered towards the front door, some new faces were entering the classroom, and I just hoped no one troublesome was among them. My junior year mates were perfect, no one cared or bothered me.