After the course of a couple days, [name] had finally got the marijuana for Naomi. Justin told her many times that what she was doing was crazy, but she didn't listen. She'd do anything for Naomi.
"[name], are you nuts?!" Justin practically screamed. "Your dealing weed to someone you barely know, what if they rat you out?!"
"I don't care." She said. "I'd plead guilty to the felony, I'd do anything for Naomi."
She went to school, the bag of weed in her back pocket, covered by her sweatshirt. She went into class, sitting next to Naomi. Naomi turns to her.
"Do you have it?" She asks. [name] nods nervously, looking away with a blush on her face.
"Let's wait a bit, though." She said. "I don't want to get caught in the middle of it."
They waited almost all of class. Naomi was getting impatient, she was tapping her fingers and her foot. The teacher temporarily leaves the room, and she lets out a long breath. She finally turns to me, beads of sweat rolling down my face.
"Slip it into my purse." She says. [name] puts it into there, and she's about to hand her a wad of money in a rubber band. "Take the money, [name]."
She sighs. "I don't want your money."
She stares at her in confusion. "Take the money, we aren't done until you take it."
"I did this just for you, Naomi." [name] says. "I've never done this before, I don't hang out with people like that, it took me a long time to find that. I want you to have it, not buy it."
Her gaze softens, and her shoulders slump. "[name], your making me feel guilty." Naomi says. "Please, take the money."
"I would do anything for you, Naomi." She says, turning hey entire body towards Naomi. "There was a reason you transferred here to me, I know it. But right now, I want you to keep it. I'll pay whoever gave it to me on my own."
"Take the money, [name]." She says. "Please, [name]."
"I can't believe I even did that, Naomi." She said, gesturing to Naomi's purse. "I'd do anything for you. Anytime. Every time. Just in time."
~~unexpected pov change~~
The teacher walks through the door. "Take the money!" She finally whisper-yells, stuffing it in my backpack. As she stuff it in my bag, I quickly kiss her on the lips. She pauses for a long minute. Once I break it off, she blushed like mad. She opened her text book, looking down, her facing almost paling.
When the teacher passed, Naomi sat upright and gave a closed eyed, toothy grin. I just slumped in my seat, pondering over what the heck I just did. I didn't want her money. I had got that just for her, I didn't want her money. I looked at her as I felt as guilty as ever. I smiled as the guilt washed over me like a flood. I'd do anything for her. Any time. Every time. Just in time.
