life

drug dealer

I walk into class and feel all eyes on me.
"George." mr Haie starts "decided to come to school, huh?"

"yeah." I mumble as I make my way to my seat and see a blond haired boy next to my seat "who are you?" I pull my hood down.

"Clay, I'm new." he gives me a smile "aha.." I look to the teacher but sit myself down. "who are you?" he ask "George."

"George.." he mumbles.
I look at him but he keeps his eyes on the teacher. My eyes move away from him and over to Nick who's sitting next to someone else.

I sigh as I throw my head on the table.

"George!" my teacher shouts "what?" I annoyedly lift my head up "you're already skipping school, now that you're here please listen."

"you can be happy I came to school." I mumble
"what was that?" he asks "I said: you can be happy that I even came to school!" I say louder.

"you're throwing away your future!" he shouts as he punches the table "oh please! Since when do you care about our future." I lean back.

"Since I saw what is happening to you!" he yells back at me "it's my private life! I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

"Not as long as it affects the school." he says "fuck off." I whisper very quietly.

I sigh again but keep my head straight.

"so you aren't here often?" Clay whispers over to me "from what shit hole did you come from?" I give him a disgusted look "it's none of your business."

"It is since you're in the same class as me." he suddenly says "that has nothing-" he cuts me off "I can tell if you are clever or not."

"Since you never come to school, I know that I should never start a group with you in it."

"Go back to where you came from. Annoying piece of trash." I say as I look away from him "did I hurt you with my words?"

"Fuck off!" I shout at him "don't annoy me!"
"George!" my teacher shouts "what!" I yell back at him.

"He was annoying me! Tell him to shut up, not me!" I angrily look at him "I didn't hear him." he says.

I feel how my whole body gets warm.

"If this school keeps being like this-" I whisper but the teacher ignored that.

I need to smoke one dude.

9:30am

I let the smoke leave my mouth as I breath out.
I didn't even want to come to school but I did it because of nick.

"what are you doing here?" I suddenly hear someone which made me flinch and throw my cigarette to the ground.

I see how Clay stands in front of me.

"you fucking bastard-" I swear as I look down at my cigarette "you know how expensive they are!"

He looks around "who exactly cares?"
"what do you want." I roll my eyes "you're in my spot."

I laugh.

"your spot?"
"like you heard." he gives me a stupid look.

"This is my smoking spot." I say "and who says that?" he raises an eyebrow. "Who on earth do you think you are? Know your fucking spot, you're new."

"Know your spot. It's against the school rules to smoke." he smiles at me "what a bitch." I say to myself as I turn away.

I light my other cigarette and put it between my lips.

"as long as you don't annoy me, you can stay." I say, pulling my phone out.
"You shouldn't smoke." Clay appears in front of me "what-"

He pulls my cigarette away and gets closer.
"You can become really pretty." he says "back off!" I push him away.

I feel a weird feeling inside of me which makes me mad.

"Give it back now." I say "what?" he plays dumb "give me the stupid cigarette!" I shout "why are you annoying me!" I add.

He looks away from me.

"good question.." he mumbles "why am I annoying you?" Clay throws the cigarette on the ground.

"You fucker!" I push him to the ground which made me land on top of him "damn-" he smirks. "You fucking gay weirdo." I get off him "you were the one sitting on top of me." Clay gets up.

"Oh, I've to go now." he smiles as he leaves "hey! Give me money for that!" I shout after him but he ignores me.

my poor cigarettes..
two of them for nothing!
I think I'll cry.

"Here you go." Clay suddenly comes back and pushes money into my hand before leaving again.

2:56pm

Instead of going home I went to a new drug dealer. David texted me a few hours ago that a new drug dealer moved into our city.

The drugs are cheap and enough.

Of course David warned me. If the dude smells like alcohol I should have the money ready, cause if it takes too long he gets mad.

If the dude is on drugs himself I should ask someone else than him. If he gets mad I should leave right away without saying another word.

I stop at a normal looking house before I check the address again, but it looks like I'm right.
I slowly move to the door where I ring the bell and wait for it to get opened.

The door gets opened and what I see next is a little shocking. Clay is standing in front of me.

"what are you doing here?" I ask him "I live here?" he gives me a confused look "are you the drug dealer?" I whisper.

"I knew you take drugs too." he says "I'm not the one you're looking for, it's my father. Come in."

I step inside and a good smell fills my nose up.
I thought it's going to look like shit, smell bad and the person would be alone.. but no.

There's a whole family sitting and eating.

"Dad it's another costumer." Clay says as he sits himself down on the couch "hello, please wait until I'm finished eating." his dad says.

"Of course." I nod as I look away. "Come sit down, this could take awhile." Clay pats on the sofa and without thinking future I sat myself down.

"what are you buying?" clay asks "drugs?" I look confused at him "what kinda of?" he asks clearly "hash."

"ah, alright." he looks away from me "do you take drugs?" I ask without thinking "no, ew." he says.

I wish my father would be a drug dealer.
I could take drugs every time I want to.

"does your father sell heroin?" I whisper very quietly "no, don't ever mention that drug here." he says.