Sammy wasn’t proud of who he was. Times without number he had gotten grief because of it. What’s worse was that he didn’t choose to be the way he was, he had been this way since he could remember. Queer.
“What you staring at, homo?” One of the students at his school asked as he passed by.
“It is ‘what are you staring at, homo?’” Sammy shouted back. If he was going to be insulted, he rather it was done in correct English than the nonsense the teenagers spoke nowadays.
He had spat the last word with equal venom as the boy had, the worst part was that he knew better. Homosexuality was something that was getting accepted more and more as the days went by. People were no longer hiding in closets anymore, and he knew he shouldn’t be and even though technically he was not keeping his sexuality a secret but being gay made him every bit as uncomfortable as it made everyone else.
He didn’t understand it, he didn’t know how it worked, worse, he didn’t even know how he knew he was gay, he just knew. He didn’t get ‘those’ feelings or desires or anything, and he’s sexual life had been eternally dormant. So why did the absence of a sex life make everyone uncomfortable around him?
Sammy could no longer shower after gym because the guys felt weird around him. He never had any male friends because no one wanted to be associated with him.
Since he was a kid he always wanted to play football but never tried out for the team when he got to high school because everyone knew the coach was a redneck homophobe, who wore such ignorance proudly. He didn’t stand a chance.
Sammy had sworn that he was going to make all of them need him one day. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out what to do.
Weed. Everyone in school seemed to need weed, ganja, grass, whatever it was called. It wasn’t long when news spread about him dealing and everyone got on his case. He loved when guys from the football team came to him for weed. They tried to act like being around him was no big deal which made him wonder…if they could pretend “his situation” didn’t exist when they needed something from him why couldn’t they simply pretend like it didn’t exist at all from the kindness of their hearts. But this was high school, no one thought normally.
It wasn’t long before requests for the big guns started coming in: roofies, uppers, ADHD drugs, ecstasy, steroids, instant weight loss pills, and even cocaine. This wasn’t just high school anymore, this was high school on crack.
It was never about the money, instead drugs had become his power over his school mates. He didn’t sell to anyone that had picked on him on the day in question, as a result people who needed him tried to be on their best behavior around him. Even his dealer had been especially proud of him.
He had the usual clients and the most unusual ones as well. He sold to the school nurse and some of the teachers as well but one of his most unusual customers was a student he often looked up to. Cole Turner was a straight A student, captain of the school basket ball team, he was junior spelling bee champion three years in a row but most of all, he never made fun of Sammy’s sexuality.
He was the only straight guy that spoke to Sammy in public. He was always well mannered and he got along with Sammy before he had started dealing. They were never best friends or friends for that matter but Sammy knew his being gay had never been awkward for Cole.
It was almost three months ago when Cole asked for his first batch of cocaine. He hadn’t had any then so he asked for any hallucinatory drugs instead and Sammy sold him what he had for half the price. The boy had seemed desperate, although he was reluctant at first, Cole had become one of his most frequent buyers.
A business man had to do what he had to do.
He felt a hand grab onto him and pull him into one of the classes. It was Chelsea, one of the cheerleaders. “I need some of those weight loss pills you got in from Mexico yesterday.” She said.
“Word sure travels fast around here, doesn’t it?” He said as all the evil things Chelsea had ever done to him ran through his mind. “Fine, how many do you want?”
“How much can two hundred dollars buy?”
“Quite enough.” He said as he planned to mix up the drugs with some weight gaining pills.
“Get lost twerp.” Chelsea said her voice changing from desperate to bossy. “I don’t want to be seen with you.” she added.
Yeah, she took away all guilt he probably might have felt about sabotaging It wasn’t long before requests for the big guns started coming in: roofies, uppers, ADHD drugs, ecstasy, steroids, instant weight loss pills, and even cocaine. This wasn’t just high school anymore, this was high school on crack.
It was never about the money, instead drugs had become his power over his school mates. He didn’t sell to anyone that had picked on him on the day in question, as a result people who needed him tried to be on their best behavior around him. Even his dealer had been especially proud of him.
He had the usual clients and the most unusual ones as well. He sold to the school nurse and some of the teachers as well but one of his most unusual customers was a student he often looked up to. Cole Turner was a straight A student, captain of the school basket ball team, he was junior spelling bee champion three years in a row but most of all, he never made fun of Sammy’s sexuality.
He was the only straight guy that spoke to Sammy in public. He was always well mannered and he got along with Sammy before he had started dealing. They were never best friends or friends for that matter but Sammy knew his being gay had never been awkward for Cole.
It was almost three months ago when Cole asked for his first batch of cocaine. He hadn’t had any then so he asked for any hallucinatory drugs instead and Sammy sold him what he had for half the price. The boy had seemed desperate, although he was reluctant at first, Cole had become one of his most frequent buyers.
A business man had to do what he had to do.
He felt a hand grab onto him and pull him into one of the classes. It was Chelsea, one of the cheerleaders. “I need some of those weight loss pills you got in from Mexico yesterday.” She said.
“Word sure travels fast around here, doesn’t it?” He said as all the evil things Chelsea had ever done to him ran through his mind. “Fine, how many do you want?”
“How much can two hundred dollars buy?”
“Quite enough.” He said as he planned to mix up the drugs with some weight gaining pills.
“Get lost twerp.” Chelsea said her voice changing from desperate to bossy. “I don’t want to be seen with you.” she added.
Yeah, she took away all guilt he probably might have felt about sabotaging her drugs. She was going to need him again and he wasn’t going to sell to her and then she was going to beg. Power was such a beautiful thing.
