#and a couple Narcs act like him smoking weed was the worst thing

[jonathanbyersphd]

How can you hate him??? 😭

[perihelionicarus]

Alright, it’s long story time. I read a whole bunch of accounts of ex-cops yesterday, and they were all TOO similar to how my experience in cadets went. I think (I hope) I can shed some light from the inside about how easily corruption happens in a space like that. While you read, think about how similarly the police system works.

If you have no idea what cadets is, think of it like a junior military (ages 12-19). You get discipline training and drill training and classes about how the military works, but there’s no obligation to go into the military after. A lot of people do, though. A lot of them also go on to become cops. I was in cadets because you could get your pilot’s license without having to pay for it.

The way a cadet squadron is organized is you have commissioned officers (COs), who are actual military members and sort of oversee the whole thing. Then reporting to them are non-commissioned officers (NCOs), who are the kids, usually in their older teens, who pass a bunch of tests and stuff and achieve the rank of sergeant. At this point you become one of the “leaders” and are in charge of cadets, who are divided into sections and aim to work their way up to NCO.

Our squadron was famously pretty hard-ass about the NCO/cadet dividing line. Once you were a NCO, the other NCOs and the COs would make you delete your friends off Facebook who were cadets, and you had the “privilege” (eyeroll) of learning the NCOs’ first names. The phrase I heard a lot was “don’t fraternize with cadets”.

My friend who I went to high school with was promoted to sergeant before me, and had to delete me off Facebook. She pulled me aside at school, though, and warned me not to become an NCO. I asked why. She wouldn’t tell me at first, but after a while she confessed there was “initiation”, yeah, a fucking hazing process and the other NCOs would treat her like garbage if they found out she told me. I later found out they didn’t like her anyway, because she had spoken out and fought back during the hazing. Also because she told one of the other guys not to smoke weed while she was in the car.

I went ahead anyway, because I wanted my pilot’s license and the higher your rank the better your chances of getting on the course. I got promoted to sergeant at 17 at the same time as two other cadets.

I honestly can’t remember too much of initiation, because I’ve long since stuck it in a trauma box in my mind. I remember it involving tying our belts around our eyes, being shoved around, forced to say things, dance, and it ended with us being herded into a car and brought to someone’s house (at which point it was over). You have to realize though that I went into it fully prepared for it because my friend had warned me. I can’t imagine how scary it was for the other two who were with me.

After that, we learned their first names. They suddenly treated us like their best friends. The worst part? It worked. We were part of the inner circle.

We were then privy to the email chains. It was so long ago I don’t remember specifics, but it got pretty fucking racist, sexist, and any other -ist you can think of. We weren’t all white or straight, not everyone outright made racist statements, and it never got n-word bad, but it was still awful and we were all complicit in that the rest of us never called it out. And if you made fun of your own groups? Your respect level shot up. (I might even still have those emails, since I rarely clear my inbox).

We also basically had a no-narc policy where if one of us did something wrong--gave a kid contradictory orders, didn’t back down if we incorrectly scolded them about uniform etiquette, singled out and humiliated someone--the rest of us would not report it to the COs. But the number one no-narc policy was about initiation.

We had another initiation in the dead of winter, when three new sergeants were promoted. Their initiation was similar to mine, but they were also forced to strip down to their t-shirts while it snowed outside. One of the boys (he was only 14!!) got fed up, ran out, and called his mom to take him home. Another boy finished initiation, but was crying. For the coming days and weeks, we treated these two like less-than, ignored them in meetings, and generally treated them like shit, until they got fed up with it and reported the whole initiation thing to the COs.

I say ‘we’ throughout this whole thing because even though only 3-4 of us (out of 15-20 of us) were the perpetrators, the rest of us were fully complicit in our silence. We knew it was wrong but still allowed for it to happen. A lot of us were “good people” and treated the two boys, not to mention other cadets, just fine. We allowed ourselves as a whole to become a corrupt body because of “one or two bad apples”. Sound familiar?

Our punishment for initiation was a stern talking-to, a couple people (the ‘most guilty’, I guess) getting demotions, our parents being called, and being told to stop excluding the two boys who had reported it to them. That’s all. We were all still NCOs, and still in charge of a whole bunch of kids. My mom, notoriously strict, didn’t even give a shit. She was proud of me for not being a weakling for once. Really, staying silent was the weakest possible thing I could have done. The strongest people among us were the boys who reported it despite the threat of being ostracized by their peers.

I aged out of cadets shortly after, so I don’t know if initiation happens anymore. It stopped for a while as the COs kept a scrutinizing eye on us. But before I had even been promoted, initiation had happened for years, so it may well have started up again. That’s a lot of corruption that went unpunished. We were told that to be an NCO is to be a leader, and that integrity was to do the right thing even when no one was looking. We passed these sayings among ourselves, all believing we were the paragons of doing right. Nothing could be further from the truth. 

There is a really sinister high you get from being liked by a group of people that hates everyone else. It’s something I’ve been incredibly wary of ever since. In cadets you are given camaraderie within the NCO body, and power over other cadets. Recipe for disaster.

My point here is that I am 100% sure this is what happens with police. I don’t know if they do hazings, but I would not be surprised in the least. No matter how “good” they are, they power inevitably trip. They lose sight of what they’re supposed to be doing. Racism, sexism, homophobia, and ableism all run rampant. Their bonds with each other overshadow their supposed “sworn duty”. Every single cop is complicit in this; complicit in their actions and ESPECIALLY their lack thereof. All the ones who want to and do speak out are immediately ostracized. They’re organized by fear and not much else. There is no such thing as a good cop, just as there was no such thing as a good NCO. And it is no coincidence the sheer number of NCOs who later go on to the military or the police. 

It’s been almost 10 years, but to this day I’m ashamed of the way I acted. I’ve told this to maybe one or two people in my life. I’m sharing the story now because now is the time to see how easily “a few bad apples” can fuck up a whole organization. Google some of the memoirs of ex-cops, and you’ll see just how similar this is and just how easily that happens. So let me reiterate: power corrupts. There is no such thing as a good cop.

[ridiculousn3sswrites]

The Money

*Justin Laboy (21 Chump Street) x Reader

*Summary: Justin delivers the ‘weed’ to Naomi and stuff goes down.

*Warnings: Drugs, maybe swearing idk

*A/N: One more part to this and then I’ll be working on the In the Heights fic I mentioned last time.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five

“Alright, the next day at school Justin was acting super shifty. He didn’t want to really talk to any admin or teachers, he dropped his gaze whenever staff would talk to him, stuff like that,” you explained. “During class, you could tell he was nervous. I got there a bit after the two of them, so I just kinda dropped my little baggie of weed into her purse. Naomi was so focused on Justin she didn’t even notice.”

“Did you talk to Just about what he was doing?”

“Yeah, we talked afterwards. When he came in, he said he didn’t want to be all like ‘heyyy girl, I got your weed’ and just give it to her, so they were waiting. The teacher was super late that day, not like any of us were complaining. Anyways, they waited a few minutes, and I was back in my seat, kinda just watching what was going down,” you told him.

“Looks like they’re having an intense conversation,” Derek said from beside you, shaking you out of your stupor.

“Yeah, I guess they are,” you muttered, scribbling something down in your notebook. “What do you think they’re talking about?”

“I dunno, but they’re arguing now,” Derek told you, nodding slightly in their direction. You looked over, and, sure enough, they looked like they were arguing. Naomi seemed pretty anxious, trying to shove something towards Justin. Justin was just calm, pushing her hands back towards her, shaking his head as he talked to her. “Did he get her the… you know?”

“Yeah,” you replied. It wasn’t like it was a secret in your friend group, Justin had asked all of his close friends before he turned to asking his cousins. “But he doesn’t know it’s not really the stuff. Poor kid doesn’t know anything about weed.”

“And you do?” Derek asked, raising a brow as he turned to look at you.

“I’ve seen enough TV shows about drugs,” you shrugged, as if that gave you any real street cred. “I still don’t feel too good about all of this.”

“Yeah, it seems weird, but what can we do? It’s what Justin wants,” Derek shrugged in response. “We’re going out after school, me, Tevin, and Andrew, you wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure, what’re we gonna do?” You replied. “And why isn’t Justin coming with?”

“You’ve been off, and we think you might need some time away from Justin just to clear your head,” Derek gently told you, as if he was afraid of what you’d say. You nodded, knowing that he had to be right. You’d been worrying constantly, trying to figure out how to keep Naomi from turning on Justin and handing him to the police (if the dealer you knew was to be trusted and she actually was a narc). Even an afternoon away from that would be a relief.

“Yeah, I think you guys might be right. For once,” you joked, a small smile to let Derek know you were just messing with him. “And you still didn’t answer my question. What’re we gonna do?”

“Arcade? Movie maybe? I dunno, we might just head to the diner,” Derek replied. You nodded as he spoke, not really caring what the group would do. You turned to look back at the two in front of the class, still arguing.

“Yeah, after Justin gave his baggie to Naomi, they were arguing for like, a long time,” you said.

“What about?”

“She was trying to make him take money for the weed, but he didn’t want that. Justin just wanted to be with her, you know? He wanted that in any way, even if it was just as a way for her to get high,” you replied. “They were arguing back and forth. ‘Take the money.’ ‘Keep your money.’ ‘You’re making me feel guilty, take the money.’ ‘I don’t want your money.’ It was a mess, it’s a wonder no one else noticed it going down.”

“So, at this point did you know she was an officer?” he asked.

“Of course, no high school student turns down free weed,” you huffed. “I mean, unless they don’t smoke. But one thing she said seemed really sketchy to me. Justin told me that she told him he really came through for her and that there was one more thing he needed to do for her.”

“She was insisting that he take the payment, and he didn’t want to,” the man commented. “Do you feel that there was coercion for him to take the money?”

“I mean, yeah, of course. He made it obvious that he didn’t want to take her money, and she kept pushing it,” you said. “He even told me before that he just wanted her to like him, never anything about making money.”

“What did you do while watching all of this?”

“Arcade sounds fun, we haven’t been there in a couple years,” you told Derek, eyes following Naomi’s clenched fists as they traveled between her chest and Justin’s. It was probably money, your mind running through every possible way this could pan out. Best case scenario, Naomi was actually just a student and wanted some weed, and nobody got in trouble. Worst case, she was a cop and Justin was going to get busted for oregano of all things.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll tell Tevin and Andrew then,” Derek said. You could hear footsteps in the hallway, the teacher finally approaching the classroom. You thought Naomi would give it up when the teacher was so close, but then she gave her last ditch effort to get him to take the money. Derek was saying something else, but you didn’t hear it as you saw Naomi surge forward and cut Justin off with a kiss. Your heart dropped as you saw Justin’s body just completely relax, and Naomi slip the money into his hand.

You abruptly stood up, chair scraping against the floor. Derek cut off mid-word, watching you grab your backpack from the floor. “(y/n), where are you going?” Derek asked, surprised at your sudden need to get out of the room.

“Home,” you told him, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I’ll text you later, tell you if I’m still down to hang out.” Derek nodded, not questioning you further as you made your way through the room. You didn’t even care that half of the class was watching you storm out, you just knew you needed to get out of there. When you made your way past Naomi and Justin’s table, you don’t even know what you were thinking. You saw the money folded up, sitting under Justin’s arm as he just looked over at Naomi with that stupid, lovestruck look on his face. Without a second thought, you swiped the money from their desk. If anyone was going down for this, it wouldn’t be Justin for doing nothing.

“So I took the money and got out of there,” you said. “I honestly don’t know what came over me. Maybe I was just upset that he was willing to throw everything away for her. Anyways, I just left school, walked home, and kinda just locked myself in my room.”

“And the school just let you leave?”

“I mean, yeah, campus security doesn’t really care when it’s almost the end of the year,” you replied with a shrug. “I was out of that place within ten minutes. Anyways, I was at home, not really wanting to talk to anyone as I realized what happened. You know how they say hindsight is always 20/20? Well, I was getting mad hindsight then. I realized I never had to get her that weed, I was better off just keeping it or giving it to people I knew for sure weren’t narcs. If I hadn’t dropped that baggie of weed in her bag, all she would have was a baggie of oregano, and therefore nothing would’ve happened. I mean, unless they tried pinning intention to sell drugs on Justin.”

“You were having regrets,” the man commented.

“Of course, I never would’ve done that if I’d actually thought it through,” you replied. “It was all madness, and you know nothing like that would’ve happened if Naomi hadn’t been pushing Justin, and if I hadn’t tried to help him. That night Justin even came to my house, trying to see what the hell was up with me earlier.”

You’d been stewing for hours when your mom yelled for you, telling you Justin was waiting at the front door. You grabbed your phone, figuring you’d just walk over to the nearby park. It would be empty, seeing as it was starting to get dark. “What’s up?” you asked, closing the front door behind you.

“I can ask you the same thing,” Justin replied, his hands shoved into his pockets as he looked at you. “Why’d you run off during class?”

“Let’s walk, I don’t want my mom hearing this,” you said, already making your way past him. You heard him follow you to the park, already cleared out except for a few straggling kids. You walked over to the swings, taking a seat. Justin took the swing beside you, waiting in silence for a few seconds before speaking up.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird,” Justin commented.

“They think she’s a narc,” you blurted out, deciding to get to the point of your anxiety.

“What?”

“The dealers at school, they think Naomi’s a narc,” you told him. “That’s why they won’t sell to her, they swear she’s just undercover. You know what that means, don’t you? She was just using you.”

“What’re you talking about, (y/n)? I know her, she wouldn’t do that to me,” Justin insisted.

“Justin, that’s why she did this to you! You’re so blind, just because you like her you swear she wouldn���t do anything bad. It’s her job to lie to people, Justin! She doesn’t like you,” you argued, voice growing louder.

“How do you know?! Didn’t you just say they think she’s a narc? Why would you trust them? They’re drug dealers, (y/n)!” Justing argued, getting frustrated with your sudden outburst. “If getting her that weed was the only way I could keep her in my life, then so what?”

“Jesus Christ, it wasn’t weed!” You blurted, standing up. “I got your cousins to sell you oregano!”

“Why would you do that?” Justin asked, voice suddenly raising as he stood up too.

“Because I didn’t want you to go down for something as stupid as this,” you said. “You know what? Screw it, I’m going home.” With that, you turned around, starting to walk back in the direction of your house.

“Wait, (y/n),” Justin said, voice almost pleading. You kept walking, not wanting to hear whatever else he had to say. Sure, you didn’t want him to go to jail and you came up with this whole plan because you liked him, but was there really a bad side to it? You were stopped by Justin grabbing your arm as you tried to walk away.

“What?” You asked coldly.

“Why? It was my decision,” Justin said softly. You could almost see the kicked puppy look he undoubtedly had on his face. Sure enough, that was the exact expression he wore when you turned to look at him. You took a second before answering before deciding to just take your chance.

“I didn’t want to see you go down because I like you, you idiot,” you nearly whispered, but by the look on Justin’s face, you knew he heard you. He was just frozen there in shock, so you pulled your arm from his hold. “I need to go.” With that, you nearly ran out of the park, not stopping until you had made it back to your house. You locked yourself in your room, ignoring the calls and texts coming in from Justin until you had fallen into a fitful sleep.

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[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Cousin

*Justin Laboy (21 Chump Street) x Reader

*Summary: The reader and Justin get the weed for Naomi, and the reader learns some interesting allegations against Naomi.

*Warnings: Drugs, I think I actually managed to keep swearing out of this but just in case

*A/N: Two more parts for this fic and then I’m gonna start a new In the Heights series where reader is Graffiti Pete’s little sister. Also if the weed stuff is off, I honestly have very little idea of how it’s priced and stuff since I don’t smoke. Everything is kinda based on Google research.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five

“Well,” you started, thinking back to Justin frantically calling anyone he knew to get the weed for Naomi. “It gets a bit complicated from here, so tell me if you need me to slow down.”

“Listen, man, I’m trying to get a bit of weed. Do you know anyone I can buy from?” Justin asked, pacing his room as he talked to his cousin on the phone. This was the third cousin he’d talked to by your count, and you already knew how this was going to play out. You’d taken to hanging over the side of Justin’s bed, eyes following his movements. Justin nodded along with whatever his cousin was saying, thanking him before hanging up.

“So, what’d he say?” You asked, looking up at Justin.

“That he’d see if he knew anyone. What does that even mean?” Justin asked, running his hands through his hair in frustration. You smiled softly at that - for as long as you’ve known Justin, he’d always mess with his hair when he was frustrated.

“He’s probably trying to decide if you’re trustworthy if he does sell,” you replied easily. “You gotta admit that it’s kinda weird how you’re asking for weed all of a sudden.”

“I guess,” Justin huffed, jumping onto the bed beside you, nearly making you tumble off of it again. “Man, who knew it’d be this hard to get weed?”

“I still think it’s weird that she hasn’t found her own dealer yet, they’re all over the school,” you told him as you pulled yourself back onto the bed. You rested your head on Justin’s shoulder, watching as he continued texting Naomi. “I’m just telling you, I have a really bad feeling about all of this.”

“You don’t like her,” Justin said, an observation more than an accusation. It wasn’t surprising: you were never one to hide your dislike for people.

“It’s not that I don’t like her, it’s more that I don’t trust her. Something just feels off about this whole thing,” you shrugged. “Just, be careful, alright?”

“Aren’t I always?” Justin asked, smiling.

“I’ve seen you do some stupid stuff,” you laughed, standing and grabbing your bag from the floor. “I’m gonna head home, keep me updated.”

“I always do,” Justin told you. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing,” you said, walking out of the room. You passed by Justin’s mom on the way out of the house, greeting her with a bright smile. You were tempted to tell her what was going on just so she could talk some sense into him, but you decided against it. You’d already made the decision to help him, but it wasn’t like he knew it.

“So you told Justin’s cousins not to sell to him,” the man clarified.

“Well, yeah. Selling pot is a felony, and buying it isn’t exactly legal either,” you told him. “While I was working out my own thing to help him, I was also talking to his cousins, making sure he thought he’d actually done something, without doing anything that could get him in trouble.”

“And what was that?”

“Well, they took a couple weeks to get back to him. He was getting frantic since school was ending soon and Naomi kept texting him all these questions about it, talking to him at school, asking if his dealer was a student, saying she’d find a way to repay him. He was sweating it, man. Like, he really wanted to get this weed for her, but he had no idea where to get it,” you explained. “It was kinda sad, honestly. Anyways, they were just gonna sell him a bag of oregano. It wasn’t like he was well-versed in the world of weed, so he wasn’t gonna notice anyways. Worst case scenario: he looked like an idiot in front of Naomi.”

“So how’d you know where to get the drugs from?”

“Let’s get this straight: I don’t smoke. Never have, never will. I saw a deal go down in my Spanish class. They noticed me watching them, and offered a favor in return for not ratting on them. Favors really come in handy, so I agreed. I wasn’t gonna rat on them, but it was nice to have a favor anyways,” you replied. “I called in the favor pretty much immediately after Naomi asked, but they didn’t come through until like a week later. You know, they had a bad feeling about her too.”

You were in the darkroom after school, developing some pictures while waiting for your guy to show up. It didn’t take long: ten minutes after the bell rang and the teacher left, he slipped in. “Hey, (y/n), I got what you asked for,” he told you, looking around the room. “Huh, we’ve got a pretty cool photography class.”

“Yeah, man. You can relax, the teacher already left,” you replied. “How much?”

“It’s an eighth, you’re lucky you’re cool with me,” he said. “These can sell for almost fifty. It depends on who I’m selling to.”

“Damn, I didn’t know it was that expensive,” you said, whistling lowly. “I owe you anything?”

“Nah, you called in the favor. We’re even now,” he told you as he knelt to where your bag was. He opened it, taking the baggie with weed and dropping it inside. If anyone happened to walk in, it would just look like he was looking for something in your bag. “I know you don’t smoke, why’d you want weed instead of something else?”

“If I tell you, you gotta promise not to tell anyone else,” you dropped your voice to a whisper. You turned away from the photos you’d been developing to sit on the ground next to him. He nodded, giving you his word. “Alright, well, you know that girl Naomi?” Another nod. “Well, she asked my friend to get her some weed, and he has no idea where to get it. I figured I could use that favor and help him out a bit.”

“Dude, can I tell you something?” This time it was your turn to nod. “Well, the other dealers I talk to don’t trust her. We think she might be a narc. If you give it to her, don’t take any money and don’t do it at school.”

“Is that why no one’s sold to her? And why are you telling me this?” You asked, taken aback by his advice. Considering the fact he sold at school, it was jarring to have him tell you not to.

“You can get in huge trouble selling at school. You’re cool, I don’t wanna see you go down because you’re trying to help a friend,” he said, shrugging. He stood then, brushing off his knees. “See you around, (y/n).”

“Yeah, see you,” you said, standing as well. He left the darkroom, leaving you to try to focus on your pictures while your mind was reeling from the new information. If the dealers thought she was a narc, did that mean it was true? Should you tell Justin what he was getting into? You thought back to the weed in your backpack, considering dumping it on the bus or into the ocean. That train of thought was cut short when your phone went off with a text from Justin. My cousins called me up, they wanna meet tonight. You down to come with?

“So, Justin’s cousins were pretending that they were going through with a deal?” the man asked.

“Yeah, and he didn’t know what to expect so he asked me to come with him. It’s not that he didn’t trust his cousins, it was just that he knew they wouldn’t do anything too crazy if I went with him,” you explained.

“And you were close with his family?”

“Of course, I’ve been hanging out with Justin since he moved to Florida,” you replied. “I know his family, he knows mine, everyone was pushing us to get together.” You rolled your eyes. “But yeah, his cousins and I were chill. Anyways, we met up with his cousins and they started asking Justin why he even wanted the weed, why he thought they should sell to him, things like that.”

“What was his response?”

“You’re really doing this, huh?” You asked Justin as you waited for his cousins to show up. You were leaning against a brick wall, watching as Justin stressed. “Calm down, you’re making yourself look suspicious.”

“Why do you suddenly know everything about drug deals?” Justin asked, coming to a stop in front of you. “How can you be so calm? This is illegal, what the hell did I get myself into?”

“Dude, you can still back out. Just tell your cousins you’re not interested anymore. I know the basics of drug deals from television, and I’m calm because I don’t really care. Does that answer all of your questions?” You snarked.

“Ha, very funny. Do you know how much it costs? My cousins just told me to bring twenty-five,” Justin told you.

“They’re probably getting you an eighth,” you shrugged. After meeting with your guy, you decided to do some research on the whole weed business yourself. Honestly, it wasn’t a bad way to make some money, as long as you were careful and knew what you were doing. But considering the fact they were just going to sell Justin a baggie of oregano, you knew they were really milking him for his money. You’d definitely have to talk to them about that later. “Doesn’t seem too bad.”

“I don’t have anything to worry about, right?” Justin asked, standing next to you and wiping his forehead with his sleeve. He was sweating badly, and you were sure it wasn’t only because of the Florida heat.

“Other than the fact that dealing is kinda illegal, if you act cool no one will bother even looking our way,” you reassured him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “We’ll be good, Justin, but it’s not too late to back out.”

“Nah, I need to get this stuff for Naomi,” Justin brushed you off as he saw his cousins walk up. They immediately greeted the two of you, pulling you into hugs before proceeding to tease Justin. Apparently he’d already told them the weed was for a girl he liked, because they all kept teasing about her until Justin was flushed in embarrassment. You stood a few feet away, laughing a bit as you watched it all go down.

“So why should we give you these drugs?” one of Justin’s cousins asked as their teasing finally stopped.

“Love,” Justin answered simply. The cousin exchanged a look with you, and you just rolled your eyes.

“What?” A different cousin asked, not believing what just came out of Justin’s mouth. Maybe you weren't surprised because you'd been putting up with Justin’s crap for months now.

“I'm in love, this can be my chance to get her,” Justin insisted. It would have had the same effect if he told them ‘only if you believe in love’ instead: it wasn't actually a real reason. His cousins nodded like it was anyways, the first one turning to the cousin who'd yet to speak.

“Get him the stuff,” he said. The third cousin nodded, reaching into his pocket. Justin handed him the money, and got a small sandwich baggie in return. They did some work on the oregano, turning it into little nuggets that would've had you fooled if you weren't somewhat familiar with weed. It made you believe the stories of kids getting a good amount of money selling oregano to freshmen.

Once the deal was done, Justin’s cousins left, hugging you and simply nodding at Justin. Justin had already pulled out his phone, texting Naomi to let her know he got it. You walked with him to the bus stop before parting ways, the baggie of actual weed at the bottom of your backpack making your stomach turn.

“So, we got the oregano from Justin’s cousins, and as we’re going through all of this, I’m getting nervous for the first time since it all started. Justin texted Naomi to let her know he had the stuff for her, and instead of agreeing to meet up, she insisted he bring it to school. Like, she was trying to get him into more trouble. It was making me question everything, especially with my guy telling me that the dealers at school thought she was a narc,” you told him. He’d been diligently taking notes the entire time, interjecting only to clarify something or encourage you to continue.

“And Justin had no idea his cousins hadn’t actually sold him weed?” He asked.

“Yeah, Justin doesn’t know weed, he’s not that kind of guy,” you clarified. “Getting the stuff was the hard part for him, and he assumed everything would be smooth sailing from there.”

“So what happened next?”

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