Tate

Chapter One

Chapter One

She told me she had done it before. I shouldn't have sold it to her. She's fifteen. I'm eighteen... and if anyone finds out, I'm going to prison.

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The party was in full swing. I didn't think I could pull this off. I didn't even think anybody would show up, but there I was standing in my living room, surrounded by fucked up, horny teenagers. Who knew the theater kids did keg stands and the math freaks hits lines. Oh! And some girl just fought another girl for flirting with her boyfriend; her hair is now hanging from my chandelier. Underground rap plays from my speakers while the girls with "dick me down" shorts and shirts that look like bras, dance way too sexually on guys who reek of marijuana.

One of my best friends, Brooke, runs up to me, drunk, high, what's new?

"Question!"

"Answer," I replied.

"Are you selling tonight?" she asked.

"Why would I not be?" I looked at her as if she was dumb.

"I figured you would want to enjoy the party instead of doing business deals."

"I enjoy business deals."

She giggled. "How much did you make?"

"Two hundred and ten dollars." I pulled out my money and pretended to count it, just to show off a little.

"And how much is that exactly?"

"Three grams," I smirked. "One for the wannabe DJ and two for the nerds. I told them I was giving them a deal because they always let me cheat off of them but I lied. They might have straight A's, but they know nothing about this shit." I chuckled, folding my money and putting it in my front pocket.

I pulled out a pack of blue games from my back pocket while she laughed, and shook her head, "Damn, that's why they stay so focused and awake." I laughed and nodded. She's right. Those kids hit lines in between every class.

"How much for a g?" she asked, and I snapped my head up, losing all interest in the blunt I was about to roll.

I looked at her skeptically. "Seventy." I replied.

She pulls out a few twenties and a ten from her bra. "Don't look at me like that. I have done this before, remember?"

I nodded and pulled out a little baggy from my other front pocket. The transaction was quick and made me tense up. She's like my little sister. Should I really be doing this? But I brushed off my feelings and took her money. I watched her run off into the crowd of people and upstairs.

Hell yeah, two hundred and eighty dollars!

~

I woke up the next morning with a banging in my head and a ringing in my ears. Groaning, I turned over in my bed. Well, this is a first. I never wake up in my bed on a Sunday morning. I'm usually in places I shouldn't be; for example, my neighbors front yard or Shelly's bathtub. The ringing continued, and I realized it was my cell phone. I reached over and grabbed it off of the little table next to my bed. Speaking of Shelly...

"Hello." I answered.

"Tatum."

Every time someone used my full name and not my nickname, I know whatever they are about to tell me is serious. The last time someone called me Tatum was when I found out I had to retake geometry because I failed it.

"Are you good? Why do you sound so—"

"Brooke went to the hospital." She interrupted.

"What?! When? What happened? Is she okay? Can I go see her?"