Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

*The Dealer

"Why do I have to be the one to do this?" you groan to Billy as you sit in the passenger side of his Camaro.

"Because I have shit to do and you smoke way more than I do." he replies gruffly. He was in one of his moods today and you figured it was best to just let him be but you needed to re-up on your weed.

Billy usually did the deals but again, he was in one of his moods. "Just go to the picnic table, he said he'll be there. I gotta run." Billy says, handing you a twenty dollar bill before leaning over to kiss your cheek.

"It would be nice if you could just wait for me." you mumble as you throw your purse over your shoulder.

"I have to go do this, y/n. You live right down the road.. come on, babe." he says, sliding his sunglasses down to meet your eyes.

"Whatever, Bills." you roll your eyes as you step out of the car, slamming the door behind you.

"Don't be like that!" Billy calls after you and you flip him the bird as you make your way towards the side of the high school.

Ugh. You did not feel comfortable heading to the middle of the woods to buy drugs from Eddie Munson.

You remembered Eddie from school and Billy regularly bought weed from him but you didn't actually know much about him. You did know he had a bit of a reputation. He was still a senior two years after you had graduated and there were rumors of his satanic club that he ran. Surely that's not true.

You slowly walk around the building and out to the woods. The leaves crunch lightly under your feet with each step. As you make your way deeper into the woods you see a picnic table but it was empty. This has to be the spot.

You hop up on the table and light a cigarette as you wait, kicking your converse mindlessly against the wooden bench of the table. You hear movement and glance up to see Eddie walking up, a small metal lunchbox in his hand. He's dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a hellfire club shirt with a leather jacket tossed overtop. His black converse matching yours.

You give him a little wave and watch as a small smile appears on his face. "Uh, hi. I'm assuming you're the drug dealer I'm looking for?" you say jokingly and he lets out a laugh.

"I guess that would be me," he says with a grin. His smile was warm as he came around and placed the lunchbox on the table. "So uh, what's your poison?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I just need some weed." you answer quickly.

"Okay, cool. I got you,"  he says nonchalantly as he opens the lunchbox and begins rifling through it. You hear pills being shaken around and then he pulls out a ziploc bag of weed.

"So, come here often?" you mumble awkwardly, trying to break the silence.

He glances up at you with a smirk playing on his lips. He's really pretty.

You had never really gotten close enough to him to notice before. His eyes were a dark brown and up close they were mesmerizing. You felt as though you could melt into them. His long hair was wild, his curls unruly. His lips were pretty and seeing him smile suddenly made your stomach flutter.

What the fuck?

"I'm y/n, by the way." you say, drumming your fingers on the table nervously.

"I know who you are." he replies, handing you a smaller bag of weed. You pass him the twenty, your fingers grazing against his, drawing your attention to his hands. Big metal rings adorned almost every finger. 

"You wanna smoke?" he asks casually, pulling out an already rolled joint.

"Oh, I really should get going..." you say hurriedly but then realize you didn't really have anything to do. Billy was gone and you had no idea when he would actually come home. You would just go sit by yourself at the house. "Actually, sure. That sounds nice." you smile at him.

He returns your smile and comes around to your side of the table to sit next to you. You could feel his body warmth next to yours, his arm brushing yours lightly.

He lights the joint and inhales deeply before passing it to you. You glance over at him and take in his features once again.

He's really pretty. Fuck, y/n. Stop.

He looks like he's already smoked today, his eyes already tinted red. You take a nice long puff and immediately feel your body relax a bit.

You pass the joint back and forth, having small talk in between.

"Your eyes are beautiful," he says randomly.

"Oh, thank you. You're beautiful." The words fall from you lips before you can stop yourself.

Shit.

He smiles that pretty smile and your heart skips a beat in your chest. Uh oh. You were both pretty high at this point. You could feel your mind and your body feeling a bit fuzzy.

You lean back on the picnic table looking up at the trees. "I love trees." you sigh pointing up towards the branches. Eddie lays back next to you and you feel his body pressed against yours.

"Me too." he drawls slowly as he stares up at the sky. You turn to look at him, your faces now inches from each other. You can smell the weed mixed with a cheap cologne. His head turns to face you and everything in your body was screaming at you to kiss him. I can't do that.

You take a big hit and gently grab his chin between your fingers. You lean in even closer and his mouth parts slightly as you bring your lips dangerously close to his and blow the smoke into his mouth.

He inhales the smoke and slowly blows it out as his eyes stay locked on yours. He's so close. This feels really intimate. What the fuck am I doing? I know I'm high. But is it just that?

You both stare at each other for a moment, Eddie's eyes searching your face curiously before you sit up suddenly.

"I should go. Thanks for the smoke." you mumble as you hop off the table quickly. Eddie sits up slowly, his brown eyes roam down your body and back up to your face. You see a small smirk still placed on his lips.

"Sure, y/n. It was cool hanging with you. Maybe I'll see you around soon?" he hints as he raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'd like that." you say as an immediate response but then you realize that you meant it.

You wave goodbye and make your way back through the woods, a weird feeling in your stomach.

What the fuck was that?