Remember the posting expectations (at least 2 or 3 thorough paragraphs per post). Colors are fun, but not required. Have fun~ ~~~~~~ Taylor was late. God damn, how many times did Caleb have to remind the kid to be on time? This wasn't some girl scout business where he set up a tent and a table and begged for money. If anyone caught him, not only would he be expelled, but he would also be arrested. Not that his parents would particularly care, but Caleb had a reputation to keep running. How else was he supposed to spend his time? The drugs gave him motivation. In fact, they were the only reason he even bothered to show up at the hell hole that was Valley View High. The more he bought, the more he used, the more he sold, the more money he made to buy more. It was a vicious cycle, but one Caleb didn't plan on breaking anytime soon. He'd almost gotten caught once at school before; instead of showing up between periods, this one chick showed up right at the beginning of first period. And of course two teenagers standing around in an empty hall during class time drew a teacher's eye. Caleb had to make up some lame ass excuse about a headache and painkillers, and even then he knew he only got away with it because the chick buying from him was the principal's daughter. Even so, he'd learned to be cautious and had switched his timings. Those who wanted his goods would meet him twenty minutes before school started in the courtyard. That's what he'd told Taylor, and that's what the kid had agreed to. Yet he was late. Caleb leaned against the brick wall, pulling a joint from his jacket and lighting it up. A few other students passed him by to sit on the tables and chat before classes began. Generally, people left him alone. No one wanted to come near the guy who smelled like weed. That is, of course, unless they were high themselves and either wanted to smoke him out or hook up with him. He would have gladly been doing either right now instead of waiting around for the Davis kid. But a deal was a deal, and Caleb wanted the cash. He checked his phone once again, looking at the time. Ten minutes late. His twin sister would be arriving with her minions soon, and the good Lord knew how much trouble she would cause. He needed to be out and away before she decided to butt into his business. You've got five minutes, or you get nothing. Caleb texted Taylor and then took another hit from his joint, waiting for his client.