Death of the Perfect Girl

8- The Drug Dealer

Charlie

He was the supplier. The Emo kid that everyone loved. He was mysterious and his ability to troll everyone was hilarious when the one being trolled wasn't you. He supplied the kids at school with drugs, them making up stories about where he got them. He was in a gang, or maybe he worked in a pharmacy. People would guess the truth but laugh it off as a joke. Charlie was too hot, too cool and too funny to be depressed. His ADHD problem was obvious but he couldn't be that sick. Not depressed. He never seemed depressed. Even if he was, no one would care. As long as they got their drugs.

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    Charlie got out of Mason's car and threw his bag over his shoulder. "Later, loser," he started walking away.

"Wait," Mason got out of his car. "I think you took the wrong sandwich."

"They're both the same," Charlie looked back at him. "What? Are you afraid I put curry in mine?" He laughed but Mason just glared at him.

A smile hit Mason's cheek. "I really do hate you."

"Everyone does, man," Charlie smiled at him then he turned and walked away. "Everyone does."

He walked into the school, and looked around for Sadie. She owed him and kept getting away.

He made his way to his locker and opened it, jamming his bag inside. He squeezed it shut then he walked over to Liam, who stood by his locker.

"Hey," Liam smiled at him and gave him a fist bump.

"What up man?" Charlie squinted at him. "Need any-"

"No," Liam shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm stopping actually."

"What? Are you afraid of the devil's bush now?" Charlie smirked.

"It's actually the devil's lettuce."

"Listen, I don't care if you call it the devil's cabbage, a few of you owe me cash. Whether you're over it or not I need my money."

"And you'll get it," Liam looked around nervously. "Just keep it down. I have to get another job."

"Can't you ask Pastor Liam for a loan?"

Liam titled his head. "You know I can't ask my dad for that kind of money. He'll ask why."

"You have one more week." Charlie smiled at the person standing behind Liam. "Hi Poppy."

Liam quickly turned back.

"Charlie," Poppy nodded. "One more week till what?"

"Till I climb out of his TV and murder him."

"Ha-ha," Poppy shook her head. "Very funny."

"What's funny is that you're wearing leggings today? What happened to your overalls?"

"Needed washing."

"Did something," he winked at her," happen again? You know. Carrie and all-"

Poppy squinted at him. "Please get out of my site."

He chuckled. "Seven days, Liam." He walked away from them spotting Charlotte.

She was walking down the hallway with a smile on her face. It quickly wiped off when she saw Charlie walking towards her. "Please, not now."

"Not now for what?" He folded his arms and stood in front of her. "You look very pretty today. Is that a new top-"

The locker beside them slammed. "Disgusting," Jenna screwed up her lip at him. Then she walked away.

Charlie shook his head. "Where's my money?"

"You're not afraid of getting caught are you?" Charlotte looked around the hallway.

"I'm not afraid of anything actually. So? Pay up."

"Not here and not now," Charlotte started walking away.

Charlie followed trying to control his anger. "Is that all you're gonna say? I need my money."

Charlotte ignored him tucking her hair behind her ear.

Charlie grabbed her arm and swung in front of her. "It's been two weeks. I... need... my money."

Charlotte sighed then she pulled her phone case off of her phone. There was a wad of cash folded inside of it. She took some of the money out then she held it out to Charlie looking around.

He quickly snatched it out of her hand and watched her shove the money back into the case then slip it back unto her phone. "So, what'll happen if your phone gets stolen?" He smirked at her.

She tilted her head at him. "It won't."

"Okay," Charlie raised his brows. "Oh, also," he leaned closer to her and whispered," I have to get a refill. So, you won't be getting any for a while."

"It's fine. I still have left over."

"Is that why you wouldn't pay me?"

Charlotte looked away and smiled.

"Where's Sadie?"

"Why?" Charlotte quickly turned to him.

"I need to talk to ber about something."

"You always do. And you never tell me why. Is she buying-"

"I can't tell you that. My client's are never disclosed. But I really do need to talk to her. Do you know where she is?"

"Probably in Mr. Pearce's class discussing the play. She said she had to meet him early."

Charlie raised his brows and nodded. "Thanks."

He walked down the hallway and skipped up some stairs, then he walked over to Mr. Pearce's classroom. He slowly pressed his ear against the door and tried to listen.

"I know," he heard Mr. Pearce say.

"Sometimes...," Sadie's voice vibrated the door," I just wonder what it would be like. You know-"

"Shhh!"

Charlie furrowed his brows.

The door suddenly opened.

Charlie stumbled into the room catching he balance.

Sadie folded her arms. "Really, Charlie?"

"Am I too early for class?" He stood to his feet and nervously rubbed the back of his head with a grin.

"Yes, Charlie," Mr. Pearce shook his head. "You're very very early for an eleven o'clock class."

"At least I'm early for once. Sadie, can we talk?"

Sadie walked out of the classroom. "Follow me."

He quickly ran after her. "Sadie, I have more than thirty people in this school buying my medicine, and you're the one who has never paid me. I let you off the hook because of your condition-"

"I don't have a condition."

Charlie sighed. "I know it when I see it. You can't pretend with me-"

"Listen to me," she stopped walking and turned to him. "You can't be walking the halls talking about selling drugs like candy. People see you talking to everyone and they know you're not their friends since you dress like a second cousin of the Adam's family. Second, I am not pretending in any way, shape or form. I can't get the money to you right now but I will. It's the end of September. Wait. When you get caught. I don't want to be one of those getting pulled down with you. So, stay away from me." She walked away.

Charlie shook his head. She was the only person who probably needed his drugs.