Sane

chapter 3

August 11,2016
Brookhaven, New York 🗽

Dezmon POV

Dezmon stood at the edge of the school parking lot, his eyes scanning the familiar scene of students milling about, laughing and chatting as they moved between classes. To most, he was just another senior, blending seamlessly into the fabric of high school life. But beneath that unassuming exterior lay a secret: Dezmon was the go-to guy for anyone looking to score.

His reputation as a high school drug dealer was both a badge of honor and a burden. Dezmon had started small, selling to a few trusted friends, but word quickly spread. Now, he was the kingpin of the school's underground market, navigating the delicate balance between blending in and standing out.

He operated with precision, always careful to stay under the radar of teachers and administrators. Dezmon knew every corner of the school where he could conduct business discreetly—the back of the gym, the shadowy edges of the football field, even the forgotten corners of the library. Each transaction was quick and efficient, leaving no trace behind.

Despite the risks, Dezmon thrived on the thrill of it all. He had a natural charisma that drew people in, making them feel like they were part of something bigger than themselves. But he also knew when to be cautious, always keeping an eye out for those who might betray him.

As he layed his head on his desk .Dezmon felt a sense of control that was rare in high school. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but for now, it was one he was winning.

*class changes*

He spotted her in the hallway, her signature scowl evident even from a distance. Intrigued by her boldness, he made his way toward her, hoping to break through the noise of the popular crowd.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound casual. "I'm Dezmon, I've never seen you before."

Niya looked him up and down, her expression unreadable. "Great. An today out of all days you found the need to talk to me .Ive heard about you , and I don't need any added stress."

Dezmon chuckled softly, appreciating her honesty. "You have huh?How about you tell me all about it when you call me tonight."

Niya rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "As if I'd waste my time on that. You think you can just stroll in here and charm me with your smooth lines?"

"Maybe I'm just intrigued by the girl who doesn't care about popularity," he replied, leaning against the locker beside her. "You're a bit of an enigma."

"Or maybe I'm just trying to get through this hellhole like everyone else," she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly.

Dezmon studied her for a moment, sensing a mix of vulnerability and strength beneath her tough exterior. "Fair enough. But if you ever change your mind about that call, I'm just a text away."

Niya smirked slightly, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she was fighting back a smile. "Don't hold your breath."

As she turned to walk away, Dezmon felt a spark of curiosity igniting within him. He had dealt with many people in his world—friends and foes alike—but Niya was different. There was something about her that drew him in, a challenge he couldn't ignore.

"Hey!" he called after her. "What's your deal? You're not like the others."

She paused but didn't turn around. "And you're not as slick as you think," she replied over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Dezmon smiled to himself, intrigued by the encounter. He had a feeling that getting to know Niya would be anything but boring—and he was ready for whatever chaos that might bring.