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Chloe eyes rolled at the question almost instantly. “No I’m not some creep who needs her drugged to have sex with me.” She blew the light smoke in her direction with an innocent smile . There was a lot of problems that she had with Nathan but she didn’t really care about them.

She took one more drag of the white bud before smashing it out on the grass, washing the tip crumble as she did so. “I want to try it. In a small dosage though.” It was far from her best idea but it’s what she decided to do. Trying something new didn’t seem like it would hurt and Rachel had said something about drugs so it intrigued her.

“Who do you buy it from?” That question was aimed more at deciding if that was really why her ex-girlfriend was cheating on her. Trusting her was the hardest thing she had to do in a moment, well after feeling like she was abandoned again.

“I’ll get you a small dosage if you spare a cigarette.” He didn’t smoke often, only when he got really stressed, even then it was weed to calm down his jitters and spasms. Now he just needed something to calm himself down a bit. His hands shook talking to the unnatural hair colored girl. 

“None of your fucking business.” He couldn’t exactly tell her he was being supplied by a fucking teacher, there was something seriously wrong with that and he didn’t have the time to try recall the fucking name of that drug dealer. “Do you want the dose or not? Plus why would you even want to try it on yourself, it’s more something you would use on other people...?” He was just a tad curious about the whole thing, though he didn’t exactly like the girl anyway. It was none of his business.

Shrugging she sat herself down, resting her body against the scratchy bark of the tree. After taking a long drag of her cigarette she blew the light smoke into the air, resting her head against the tree. There wasn’t in fun in making fun of her, or doing much of anything. She was heartbroken from the night before so everything seemed dull in that moment.

“Remember that time you drugged me?” She questioned, as she took another, shorter drag. It might be sound like she was coming after him but she actually wasn’t. She eyes him for a reaction before she continued speaking again. “Do you have anything like that but not as strong?”

“Who are you dosing..?” he asked, sitting down next to her yet keeping a good distance between the two just in case. He did still have the drug back at his dorm though he hadn’t used it lately. He didn’t want to get in anymore trouble than what had happened with Chloe and Kate.

“It’s heavy shit, why are you looking for it?” He asked, looking at her warily. Was she planning on taking revenge on him now with his own dosage? Maybe he could just give her a sugar capsule and hope she never finds out? For his own safety of course.

Often it was Rachel that brought the girl to the infamous Blackwell Academy, which she surprisingly hasn’t been banned from yet. This time she went to meet up with one of her skater friends and get back onto the board. Recently she had stopped due to constantly being busy but now she had time, now she had no girlfriend. When she was unable to track down her friends she looked for someone to make fun off.

Her eyes instantly landed on a shacking Nathan and she couldn’t resist not making fun of her. Making other people feel like shit made her feel a little bit better about herself. A hand reached for her cigarette’s as she pulled one out to smoke. It wasn’t allowed on campus but that had never failed to stop her before. Lighting it up she leaned against the tree to studied the boy.

“Someone’s a little spazzy today.” She stated her eyes rolling at his attempt to scare her off. It was honestly and awful one that didn’t work at all. A small smirk played at her features as she noticed his shaky tone.

“Shut the fuck up” his voice was hummed from between a clenched jaw, his hands shaking softly as he spoke. He did have muscle spasms, that he honestly couldn’t help. It slipped in quite nicely with his various array of other problems that just seemed to contribute to the spasms. 

“What the fuck do you want Price? I have shit to do.” That was a blatant lie but he honestly didn’t want to go through another bullying session with the bluenette. He hated it. Being called names, being teased or pushed around. It was vile. He hated every fucking moment of it.