Police Report- 17 year old girl jumps off school ledge late Friday afternoon. No family claims child as their own but we are running DNA to find this girls parents.
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"Ana you have to cut down." Hunter says worried. I don't know why he's worried, it's none of his business.
"Look, I can take my business somewhere else if you won't give me what I'm looking for." I say making him shut up. He cares more about his business with me because I'm his usual buyer.
"Fine but-"
"But what? I can always go to 43rd and get it there. That's where you stock up right?" I say interrupting him. I know he'll give it to me now, he cares too much about me to go to the bad part of town.
Which I'm grateful for.
"No. Here. Just be careful." He says handing me the plastic bag as I shove the 50 into his hand.
"Thanks." I say walking toward my car. It's lunch, I think I can take a smile break. Tyler walks toward her placing his hands over her eyes like they were meant to be. They will not be meant to be. They aren't meant to be. First off, high school stereotypes like theirs shouldn't exist. He's Mr. Popular and she is head cheerleader. If he only knew how many boys I caught her screwing in the locker rooms in west wing. He would be devastated but at least he would be away from her.
I get in my driver side door and grab my lighter from my glove box. Lighting one of the ten joints in the bag I just let it burn. That's all I ever do. I've never been ballsy enough to take a puff. It just seems too toxic.
Watching Tyler get played is a whole other layer of toxic. But one things for sure Brianna, that prissy little cheerleader, will pay for being the slut she is, even if I have to die for it to happen.
It will happen.
