Don't Ask Don't Tell

Today in gym, Coach made us run three miles then do anything else. Katy and I were sitting in a corner just talking.... in french. Gossiping about shoes, talking about knifes, you get it. But, then we noticed Coach talking to a guy by the locker rooms. What made us alert was the guys clothing choices. Of course it wouldn't be too hard to spot a dealer in a school full of rich kids. So how idiotic is this guy? This man has to know there's someone on his trail, so why make it so obvious? * anonymous pov * As I walked down the street, I could already tell everyone was present. A normal person would notice the sketchy people and just walk by, but a drug dealer sees customers. Daddy would be proud of the money i'm making today, he always is. He says some cops from America are trying to bust him, told me to be extra careful. Not. Happening. I think I'll just frame some girl from my cheer squad. At least..... it will be mine. I should have gotten it in the first place no bitch is taking it on my watch. Maybe breaking her neck won't work, but I'm not finished.

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Yeahhhhh, I think we all know who anonymous is. At least I'd hope you do. Sorry its short, but I feel like blah right now. Please comment, rate, subscribe..... please?