West Brooke High

6

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Iqra. THANK YOU SO MUCH for helping meeeeeeeeeeee.
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Walking down the stairs, I emulate confidence. I make my way to the reception, where I hope I will see William. Amongst the crowd I can see him.

William Booth is the main jock in the grade above me. He's got grey eyes and dirty blonde hair. Girls swoon over his perfect jawline and killer looks. It's expected of him to purchase the drugs. He's known for smoking cocaine, according to my data base. I fish around for the drug with a black label, signifying cocaine amongst the many drugs I posses.

"William Booth" I say with poison laced in my voice

"Random, hot chick" he chuckles, whilst looking at his friends

Jerks

"Man whore"

"Ouch"

"The package has arrived" I inform him. He looks at me blankly before realising I was serious. What is it with guys not expecting a women drug dealer?

"Here" he says whilst passing me the notes. I quickly count the money, stuff the cash in my pocket and hand him the pack of cocaine.

"Hey, girl, can I have your number" William asks

"Lover boy, you will never fit my standards" I say before walking off. 
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Four packages down, one to go.

I walk up the stairs, in a hurry. I try and scurry past people to try and attempt to get to my room. The last package is heroin. My stupid ass didn't check the list and stuffed some random drugs in my jacket and none of them were heroin.

Right, so let me try and see how many people I need to deliver drugs to after this party. Hmmm..1...2...3..4....

"Sorry" What the hell? I'm literally being careless today. I bumped into some random guy. Maya, it's a party. People are drunk. For goodness sake, there's a 100% possibility you're going to bump into someone if you're not looking where you're going.

"Are you following me?" Oh shit. I know that voice. Alex. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Nope, I have business" I reply simply

"How does a women, drug dealer, sneak into a high school party?" He asked inquisitively

"You just answered the question" I say

"Huh?"

"I'm a women. It's a blessing in disguise" I try to pass by him and carry on walking but he stops me by grabbing my arm

"Please can you let go because one, I have shit to do, unlike majority of the teenagers here and 2, Chloe will kill me and then she'll be killed by the boss. Long, sticky situation actually" I threaten politely. With that he lets go of my arm

"Thank you Reed, now if you don't mind..."

That was two things. Cliché and awkward.

But what he's going to say next will, I just have a feeling, will be even worse

"Let me help you" WHY?

"Nope, I'm capable of doing this alone" I snap

"You had that guy with you the other day"

"So? These people aren't dangerous and I was dealing with very dangerous people that night. He was my back up when Im dealing with one on ones and we're in a crowded environment, if you haven't noticed, so I'm good" I lie. Well, "lie"

"You don't know some people here" he says

"I only have one more job for tonight, I'll be able to handle myself. Now if you'd please excuse me"

I quickly disappeared into the crowd and made my way to my last customer of the night. This deal would be easy, considering the fact that is a girl. Girls are easier to handle.

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I quickly made my way to my room and changed into my normal outfit. Personally, I prefer me being me. Im the really weird goofy one who decides to dance in the middle of nowhere if my favourite song starts playing. Im the sorta girl who gets ice cream all over her face when eating Ben and Jerry's. Im the sorta girl who plays video games in my room, by my own will. Im the sorta girl who in her free time goes to the skate park with Liam and Noah. Im the sorta girl who falls over nothing and somehow manages to hurt herself like really bad and ends up in hospital.

Sometimes being someone else is mentally tiring. Like you have to continuously lie to yourself. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, i guess.

With that, I hear a knock on the door and take a deep breathe in before opening the door. I gently close the door behind me and lock it. I mean, excuse me? I am not about to let two horny teenagers have sex in MY bed.

I make my way to "the den" and sit in between Arron and Caleb. Next to Caleb is Grace and the Chris and then Ashley.

"Hey, did you..?" Arron says, trying to find the right words.

"Yep. I have like five more deals, but I will do them tomorrow night. I need you there. You up for it?" I ask

"Maya, Im sorry, I cant. I have an assignment I really need to finish off"

"Skittles?" I plead

"More skittles! DEAL" he exclaims

Just as he says that, guess who decides to walk through the door? OMD HOW DID YOU KNOW? (Well Maya, we are stuck in a cliche world)

Alex Reed.

Chloe is clinging onto his arm like her life depends on it, which could explain why he looks somewhat constipated. I mean people swoon over his "killer looks" and "bad boy reputation". All I can see is a guy who is clearly scared of the horror that his girl is gonna squeeze his arm off.

And thats when it happened. I just started laughing. Like really load. Like an obnoxious laugh.Like I sound like a donkey. In my head, all I can imagine is... do you know what? Imma let you decide and let YOUR imagination decide.

Suddenly, all I can feel are eyes on me and I dont know why but I cant stop laughing. Im literally rolling on the floor, clenching my stomach.

From my PoV, all I can think about is how Alex Reed was so cool and calm and you know the story about the drug deal and then the stairs and here he is and I know him and he doesnt know me and how he looks like his arms going to be ripped off by Chloe. Luckily for me, Arron and I have this telepathy power and I can hear him laughing just as hard as I am.

Yep, this is what i mean by I am hella goofy.