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"𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰."
in which the chief of police's son just wants drugs and his drug dealer just wants to be left alone.
"Nah prep, leave. You and Rue shouldn't be here."
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[fezco x male...
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____That n**ga a bitch, he think he a gangster
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______Before Cassie Howard dated McKay, she'd been with Cody Richardson. They were one of those perfect couples spotted in magazines. One look and you were instantly hooked.
The star football player with that tiny barbie cheerleader under his arm, in a relationship that everyone thought was gonna last.
It only lasted a year, but in that short amount of time, Cody had convinced himself he loved her. A girl with a good heart and bright eyes and he loved her. It took him a while to say it, but when he did, among a picnic of roses and champagne, she dumped him and ran away, leaving him alone and shivering against a plaid blanket, with two untouched plates of spaghetti and a burning candle.
It took him a while to get over her, seeing her in the halls, invading his dreams with that bubbly laugh he loved so much, those eyes that always seemed to provide a home for him, a place where he could just curl up, and feel safe. He'd tried countless times to get her back, until, with time, he'd given up trying, using his fist against walls. Hard liquor down the throat.
He suffered for a while, playing their favorite song over and over again in his car, in the shower, during his goddamn runs, wanting to rid himself of the ghost of her, yet not having the drive to do so. So he let her linger. Multiple bottles and broken walls later and he just sat back and let her haunt him.
Time was always true to its word. It healed shit and with time, Cody slowly lost whatever love he had for Cassie...though when one does love someone, that love never really, truly goes away. She had made a home in his bones, and a home she would always have there.
He continued to drink.
This event didn't cause the drug use. It should've but it didn't. Not sleeping did....and it was deeper than that, it always was. Cody had ADHD, passed down from his mother and he guarded it like a secret, relying heavily on medication and his own self control. But with good, old trusted time, it all started to take a toll.
It took a Cody a solid three months before he ended up in front of a drug dealer's shop, clad in an old gray sweatshirt and dark sunglasses.
The first time Cody met Fezco, I was in rehab which sucked balls. In fact, when the two boys did meet, no one else was around. No one except Ashtray, and getting that boy to talk was like trying to walk in a straight line, drunk off of alcohol.
