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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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____This magic moment...
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___Cody wasn't gay. Simple as that.
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"Alright."
Cody sat, rigid in the front seat of Fezco's blue beat up car, fiddling with his phone as the drug dealer pulled away from the curb outside his convenience store. "Let's hit the streets. We 'bout to do this shit the right way."
Like usual at this point, Cody hadn't gotten much sleep, if any and he was contemplating using more drugs, his urge after the molly, peaking drastically. He just didn't know how to pop the question because Fezco was obviously the one he'd be asking.
The drug dealer took a hit off the blunt he was holding and Cody watched him out of the corner of his eye. He'd been fighting the urge lately, suppressing it but it only grew, spreading from his stomach to his throat, itching his taste buds.
He turned his window down, closing his eyes as the wind cooled his skin.
"So prep," Fezco cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the road. "What's your story?"
His question seemed innocent enough but Cody didn't feel comfortable sharing that yet. They'd just gotten to a first time casual conversation basis so he changed the topic to something more interesting.
"Why do you call me that?" looking sideways at Fezco, he took note of the way the boy shrugged.
Cody didn't mind the nickname as much as he probably should've. Or at least, he didn't mind when Fezco said it. How Fezco said it. Slow and casual. Like it meant something.
They locked eyes and Cody looked away, instead, staring out the window, at the houses that zoomed past quickly, playing tag with one another.
"Coz that's what you are, you know. Varsity jacket and shit. Preppy ass haircut...you a preppy ass bitch." Cody gave him the finger and suppressed a smile as Fezco snickered.
"Fuck you."
"You know, you say that a lot. Like, Watchu hintin' at, Richards?"
Face burning, Cody was quick to defend himself. "Nothing. I just-"
"Chill bro," Fezco laughed. "I'm just fucking with you. Learn to take a joke."
Any joke but that. He wasn't gay. And he definitely didn't want something like that coming out of people's mouths.
Putting his elbow out the window, Fezco turned the music up, old time music, something his parents would listen to.
