You had the seemingly perfect preppy life, a quarterback boyfriend, captain of the cheer team, a lot of money, and friends. You hated it. On the inside you felt locked, like you couldn't be who you wanted and the only time you ever did get to do what you wanted was when you smoked weed. You got it from a dealer a state away. But a few days ago he called you from prison, he said he got caught selling Cocaine and that you needed to find someone else. You were supposed to meet tomorrow.
About a week later your friend told you about some kid, named Jack, who started selling weed to a bunch of people in school. You took this as your chance.
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You had outdoor practice today, and you saw a guy leaning against a tree selling something. You asked your friend if that was Jack and she nodded. He looked attractive from here, and you weren't gonna lie. From what you can see, he looked like the stereotypical bad boy, he had black hair, that swooped upward, a white tee shirt, black skinny jeans, black boots, and smoking a cig. There was only a few minutes left of practice and decided to confront him afterwards.
"Hey, (Y/N), want me to drop you off?" Your boyfriend came up to you sweaty from just finishing football practice.
"It's fine. I'll walk, thanks though." You smiled up at him, he just shrugged and walked off. Once everyone left, you walked up to Jack. "You're Jack right?" He just looked you up and down and tossed his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. Then he smirked.
"You need something, princess?" You rolled your eyes and lightly laughed.
"Yeah, actually."
"Oh, and what is it that you need?" You looked around making sure no one was close enough to hear.
"Weed. You sell it?" He chuckled,
"Awe, cheerleader going through a bit of a rebellion are we?"
"Do you sell it or not? The guy that normally gets it for me is-" you hesitated, "Isn't gonna be able to get it for a while."
"Yes princess, I sell it, meet me at this address tomorrow at 9." He said writing and address on your arm.
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The next night after you ate, you changed into black skinny jeans and a hoodie. You slipped on your chuck taylor's and left with your money. You drove to the address surprised to end up in a house that seemed like people lived in it. You shrugged and called the number he left written on your arm.
"I'm here."
"I know. I'm inside. It's open." You just shook your head as if he can see you.
"No, come and open the door."
"Whatever the princess wants. She gets, isn't that right?"
"Shut up and open the damn door, this shouldn't be that difficult."
"You're right, it shouldn't be. I'm on my way now." No one ever sold it to you at their house before and you didn't wanna take any chances. He opened the door and that's when you started walking towards the door. "Hello princess."
"You say that way to much, it's gonna start getting annoying." You said crossing your arms, even though you had on a hoodie, you were freezing.
"Oh well, come inside, it's safer."
"Safer?"
"Less chance of getting caught. I sell it in my house."
"Your parents?""Older brother, how do you think we pay for the house. Now come in, you'll get sick." He said moving to the side so I can come in. The house was actually nice for someone who makes money off of weed. When I walked in there was a staircase and two door ways with no door on each side. He went to the left and I saw a coffee table and another fairly attractive guy smoking a joint and on his phone.
