"Just because you can't keep your dick in your pants Harrington." she scoffs, rolling her eyes as he walks through the corridors.
"And you can't keep your legs shut!" He screams back at her, laughing to his friends.
When party girl Alana Hopper goes...
After smoking her cigarette outside, Alana walked back in and slouched onto her couch. After all the stress and tension throughout the past couple days, she felt slightly pointless relaxing around at home. Though she didn't have much to do with herself. She didn't want to go to Jonathans, knowing they'll be mourning or planning Wills funeral. She also didn't want to be there because of that fact. She knew it was selfish, but she wouldn't have the stomach to help plan out the funeral for that poor boy.
She also couldn't talk to the person she would have used to talk to on boring days like this; though the last thing she would want to do right now is talk to Helena. She thought about calling one of her classmates Robin, but they weren't close enough for that if she was completely honest. The whole conversation between them would probably end up in awkward silence; the two both being quite socially awkward.
She thought about sneaking into her dads cupboard and stealing some of his alcohol, but it would just be depressing by herself and she would most likely end up crying.
So her brain resorted to the alternative, weed.
She knew of only one dealer in town; a boy in senior year. He was quite intimidating if she was completely honest, and she was quite nervous as she looked though the phone book to find his house number. But she went through with it, knowing her alternative will be sulking around her house.
The phone rung a couple times before a husky-voiced man answered the phone. It was apparent to her that he had clearly smoked a lot in his life.
"What do ya want?" He answered, angry. Maybe they don't get phone calls a lot. Alana wondered as she thought of what to say.
"Hi, does an Eddie Munson live there?" Alana asked and was answered with a silent tone. The phone had clearly been dropped, but she could hear a distant shout of someones name before the phone was picked up a couple seconds later.
"Hello?" A boys voice called, clearly confused as to who was calling.
"Hi, Eddie?" Alana asked, not knowing if it was Eddies voice replying as she had never spoke to him before.
"Yesss, who is this?" He replied, still utterly confused at who he was speaking to and what they wanted.
"Oh yeah. Umm...It's Alana. Alana Hopper from school?" Alana replied, more like a questioning as to if he knew her.
"Ahhh, the chiefs daughter. What can I do for ya sweetheart?" He asked, a smile clearly on his face as he made that remark. Alana scoffed internally, hating the fact that her possible dealer was referring to her as the chiefs daughter.
"I was wondering, do you still deal?" She asked timidly, praying the response was a yes. He was silent for a second, anxiety building up as she thought he might end the call or blow up on her for asking that question.
"My house. 20 minutes. If its a set-up, I swear to got Alana-" He started but quickly interrupted by her.
"Not a set-up, Promise. See you then." She replied and quickly ended the call, taking a deep breath to rid of the anxiety she felt. She quickly stuffed a 20 dollar note in her backpocket before grabbing her bag with her keys and cigarettes in. As she exited her house, she lit up another cigarette, attempting to rid of the nervousness that had formed in her stomach. She was just hoping he wasn't as strange as many people said.
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