Chicks Before Dicks (Completed)

Chapter 8 - New Friends, Boyfriends - Margo

Well my weekend sucked. I haven't heard from Mel or Rose, my car stopped running on the way home from the party and some old guy dropped out on a deal! Fucking old people. Not to mention some fucking kid almost hit me on the way to school. Fuck him and his damn Corolla. Who the hell even has a corolla for those first car anyway? I got a shitty station wagon for my 16th birthday. The only thing that could make today worse is if I actually died.
The front hall at school is packed with freshman. I see that michael kid fighting with some girl. The freshman are such whores. Even the guys, last week one tried to touch my boobs.

The whole day up until lunch was unbearable. All of my classes have sophomores and juniors because I skipped so many freshman year.

Our normal table in the center of the cafeteria is empty but I see Rose sitting by the wall with Luke Hemmings eating her face. "What the hell?" Calum is obviously undressing Mellanie with his eyes and I think Michael has beer in his water bottle.
"Hey guys. What'd I miss?" Purposely sounding like I didn't really care I sit down next to Michael and take his 'water'.

"Bitch please!" Michael smacks my arm and takes it back before I can take a sip.

"Hey Margo!" I look up to see who said it but no one at the table is paying any attention to me. It's taco Tuesday and I didn't have breakfast so I decide to get some over my usual carton of juice.

"Ugh! Watch it slut, these are Louis Vitton!" Fucking Missy Adams.

"Oh sorry Missy I guess I just don't give a fuck." I step right on her dumb animal fur stilettos. She shrieks and jumps at me. I simply stick out my foot and she lands on her perfect little face. For good measure I take her ugly shoes and throw them in the trash, sticking my middle finger in the air.

"Mhm feisty I like it."

"Who the, ASHTON WHAT THE HELL!"

"Hey Margie." He kicks Missy's limp body "What's up with her?" he makes a weird face.

"She doesn't know how to get up so she's waiting for some desperate guys to pick her up." I spin around to look at him. "Wait, what, why the hell are you here?"

"Steve got a new job in the city so I go here now! Yay!" He danced around poking me in the stomach. 

" Rule number one is not to have a realationship with a client." 

"Hey, it's not my fault we had a previous realationsip."

"And i'm the only one who'll still sell to you."

"Yeah and that..." He looks at his feet with much less energy than before.

Two years ago, when Ashton first moved here to Perth and I wasn't dealing yet, we met through his job at the gas station I drove by everyday to school. We started going out and soon Ashton told me about his drug problem. He had to leave his old shcool because the principal "kindly asked him to never come the fuck back" and "stay out of sight". Three months later I found him lying on my front porch almost dead from an overdose. Doctors swore he'd never wake up but he did. He'd beg for any scraps he could get for twice the price but no one would sell to him. I started buying for him then decided to just become a dealer myself, Ashton of course being my first costumer. We broke up when he decided he didn't have to pay as much because he was my boyfriend. I still sell to him but I'll never let him have too much. I guess that means we still kind of do have a relationship.

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"I can't tell you how much iv'e missed this." Ashton lips are on my neck and my ass is on the toilet. Fucking romantic. Though my pants are still on, where they shall remain, I still feel like I'm taking a shit whilst making out.