Mysteries Unraveled: Rules Broken, Hearts Awoken

Temporary Friends

Sam's POV

"So, where's this guy you know?" You ask as you wait.

"Umm. So. I, uh." He stammers.

"You ok Munson?"

He closes his eyes for a second.

"I fucked up." He says.

"You forget to tell him to meet or something?"

"Uh, not exactly." He says and fidgets with his lunchbox.

"You're fucking with me, right?" You ask as you realize he's the dealer you're waiting for.

"I thought it would be funny but."

You get up and start to walk away.

Asshole. He is a fucking asshole. What kind of fucking game does he think he's playing? Tricking you into coming out to the woods alone with him.

"You know something Munson?" You turn back to him and ask.

"What?"

"You're worse than those jocks you seem to hate so much. They're assholes but at least they don't pretend not to be. I actually thought maybe I was wrong about you yesterday. You can fuck right the hell off."

Shit. He actually looks hurt. He did change his mind and try to tell you.

You roll your eyes to yourself as you go back to the table and sit down.

Don't, just turn around and leave.

"Sorry. That was uncalled for." You tell him.

"No, you're right. I'm sorry. Can we please just start over? Try to be friends?" He asks sincerely.

"No. I'm sorry about what I said but no."

"You really aren't going to have a single friend?"

"Nope."

Thought I might until you decided to prove me right.

"I kinda thought we were starting to be friends." He says.

"So did I."

"What if I make you a good deal?" He asks and opens his lunchbox.

You lift a brow to him.

"Twenty for a half ounce." He offers with a hopeful smile.

"Fifteen." You say flatly.

"Uh, ok." He says a little unsure but starts to pull a bag out.

You half smile to yourself.
"And a couple pre-rolls." You add.

He smiles a little when he sees your smirk and puts a couple joints in the bag.

You pull out a twenty and hand it to him.

"You leaving me a tip?" He asks with a big smile as you make the exchange.