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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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____ When I get into a fight, I usually leave on a stretcher
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↳Daniel Ezra as Shawn Johnson ↳Rudy Pankow as Steve Bassett ↳Jordan Connor as Peter Smith ↳Noah Centineo as James Miller
____No, Cody didn't sell Bebe the coke. He fucked her though. He fucked her good. No survivors.
Splayed on her bed afterwards, smoking a joint, he felt like himself again. Like Cody mother fucking Richards.
Not that that mattered, I mean, he still had a backpack full of coke to sell within a week. But at least he was back in his territory. Something he was familiar with.
And he was fine.
Everything was normal.
He had a week...
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"Yo guys, check this out,"
Under the bright fluorescents of the hallway, filled to the brim with chatter and noise, Cody had a headache. Standing at his locker with his friends, he scrolled through Instagram, wincing as his head throbbed. He'd barely slept the night before, anxiety rocking him back and forth till dawn. Over a night, and that backpack had quickly become the root of his nightmares.
He had one week, and he had no idea who to sell to.
"Yo, earth to Cody."
Blinking, he looked over at his friend Shawn, his other friend James nudging him.
"Mmm?"
Shawn raised an eyebrow. "I said look at this video. You good?"
"Or are you on something?" Steve grinned slyly, the clown of the group, he played his part well.
"No, punching Mckay just tired him the fuck out," Peter commented from other side of Shawn.
"More like having that drop out shove a gun in his face," James peered at Cody who averted his eyes, running a hand through his hair as he shoved a textbook in his backpack.
Fezco flashed through his mind and he quickly pushed him out, holding back a shudder. No Fezco. No drugs. Not right now.
"All I'm saying," Steve put his hands up. "Is that shit was crazy. And I was too fucked up to record it."
"Yeah bro, me too," James said. "Who saw the new girl pull a fucking knife out on Nate?"
Peter was the only one to put his hand up with a sloppy grin, the others cursing him out.
