"What!?"
"Come on, man, don't be such a drip! He won't sell to us anymore, he always just mixes up the actual shit with twigs and dirt and then overcharges us for it."
"How would me buying it make it any different?"
"You've never even met the dude. You can pretend to be his friend or something, and get us the really good stuff."
"Well maybe if you dumb fucks hadn't started that stupid ringworm rumor about his friend or whatever, you wouldn't have this problem. Jesus Christ."
"Dennis- god damn, just buy the fucking weed. I can't stand you being such a little pussy all the time. Fuck."
Dennis rolled his eyes at Adriano, and pushed back his chair from the cafeteria table.
"Fine," he gritted through his teeth. "Where is this rat holed up at again?"
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"It's been pretty slow today?"
"Yeah, I wagged all of 3rd and only one kid showed up. S'fucking stupid."
Mac passed the spliff back to Charlie who was already pretty high, and was convinced that he had the ability to lick his own eyelashes.
Every now and then he would shoot his tongue out of his mouth at the speed of light, as if he could cheat the physics of his tongue into growing 7 centimetres and tasting his tasty lashes.
It took only a puff or two to make Charlie Kelly start doing the most astronomically imbecilic shit, half because his overall body mass made his drug and alcohol tolerance stupidly low, and half because sober Charlie and any regular high person were almost indistinguishable.
"Do you think any local butchers would want to buy my goblin flavoured milk steak? BLECH! Dammit. My eyes aren't that far from my mouth, this should be a piece of cheese. Mmmm cheese."
"...okay, I think you've had enough."
Mac plucked the paper tube from Charlie's fingers and rested it between his teeth. The two were lying side by side beneath the bleachers, which was Mac's usual spot for dealing to the student body.
Everyone knew Mac was where the shit was at when you wanted to get fucked up, and although they loved to berate him, nobody really picked on him because of his willingness to share his goods. Nobody gave him shit for believing in God, or that he ratted out all the other drug dealers in the school to become the sole provider.
Charlie, however, not being involved in the drug ring proceedings, still got bashed by Adriano and Tommy's gang. They would spread rumours about him, like how he gave half the school ringworm (which was only half true) and they would force him to eat spiders and huff glue, which was one of Charlie's favourite pastimes, so the joke was on them really. But Mac looked out for his friends. Well, his friend. If he had more, he would. Nobody else spoke to him unless they needed something.
Anyways, Adriano used to be one of his biggest buyers, as he would throw huge 'jock' parties and get high and drunk with his friends, so Mac slowly started watering down his buys with bark from the school bushes. He also started charging him and extra $15 per batch just to fuck with him. And he was not happy when he found out.
Ever since then, there had been bad blood with Mac. His sales had gone way down. This 'slow day' was just one of many. And soon this dry spell would really start to ram Mac in the ass. If his dad found out, he was done for.
"Aw shit dude, get up," Charlie said slapping Mac on the arm. Mac shot up spinning his head around.
"What." Macs eyes locked on the figure who was approaching from afar. Finally. A customer.
Having heaved his whole body up at the speed of light, Mac's vision blurred and his head spun and when he stood up, he plowed head first into the nearest step in the bleachers.
"Fuck!"
Charlie howled with laughter, rolling in a perfect circle on the ground. The figure approaching them hovered a bit, clearly rethinking his choices. And so Dennis was.
Who even did weed anymore? He thought bitterly.
Fucking Adriano trying to impress all the fucking girls. Even from where he was standing, Dennis could tell that 'Ronnie the Rat' was a fucking idiot.
At last he was standing before him, his hands still holding his head. There was a spliff hanging from his lips, and he was swaying around muttering 'fuckfuckfuckfuck' under his breath.
"Uhm... hi?"
The boy looked up to meet Dennis eyes and oh God.
Okay.
Dennis didn't know what he was expecting a drug dealer to look like but he expected a lot more buff and a lot less twink. This kid could not have weighed more than 135 pounds. And his face wasn't handsome or angular like his own. It was more... there weren't really words. He was definitely an original this one.
He hadn't replied yet. After looking up, Ronnie had kind of just been staring at him. Frustrated, Dennis tried again.
"HelooOoOo? Jesus, okay. I want drugs and I have money."
Ronnie blinked and you could see the cogs turning in his brain as he processed what Dennis had just said. He rolled his eyes impatiently.
"Oh! Drugs! Of course," he said after a while, laughing. "I have those."
Dennis looked him up and down.
"I can tell."
Ronnie rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag full of what looked like grass. Dennis was a rich kid, he wasn't exactly used to seeing weed. Whenever he had some with his friends, it was rolled.
"How much were you thinking?"
"I dunno. Enough for like 10 people?"
"Okay."
Ronnie sorted it all out and then presented the bill.
"$55 upfront."
"Yeah whatever."
Dennis pulled the cash out of his pocket and chucked it at Ronnie who frowned at him, and in return jammed the bag into the middle of his chest. Taking the goods, Dennis spun on his heel and stalked off.
"That asshole overcharged me," Mac muttered as he looked at the 50 and 20 dollar bills at his feet. "Motherfucker."
"WHATEVER MORE FOR US!" Charlie grinned, gleefully shoving the bill into his mouth.
"CHARLIE YOU FUCKING IDIO-
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Dennis slammed the car door.
"Drive." He said icily to the driver.
His sister Dee turned herself to face her brother as well as she could with her backbrace on in the seat across from him.
"Someone's moody."
"Shut up."
"Oh my-"
"DEE! SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"OOH IM DENNIS IM SO COOL!"
Dennis yanked Dee's hair and she shrieked back at him.
"YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!"
Even in a backbrace and belted into the seat, Dee could beat the living shit out of her brother.
Once at home and in his room, Dennis discarded the weed bag into his drawer. That was the last time he ever did anything for Adriano freaking Calvanese, the bastard.
If he ever saw that pothead 'Ronnie' again, he might put his fist through a wall.
