Call Jake, the High School Dealer

Even though you had just graduated, the school was still open. After all, only the senior class was done with the year. For most of the student body, it was days leading up to final exams. No one batted an eye when the newly graduated Student Class president was in the building. You talked to teachers, checked up on files, and received well wishes from your fawning teachers.

But, as soon as you could, you snuck away from the main building and went for the pre-arranged meet up spot. The dark area under the bleachers. There you waited, still dressed in the short skirt and neat school jacket that you always kept perfectly tidy.

You didn't have to wait long for your contact to arrive. Jake Sullivan came, dressed in a baggy jacket and dark punk clothing. For a moment, you almost asked him where his school uniform was, as if on habit. Seeing as he had been held back, and hadn't been allowed to graduate, it might have even been an appropriate question. But, instead you asked about the reason you were present.

"Jake. You're on time. This is a pleasant change of pace."

"Yeah, because this isn't fucking class." He squinted, as if he couldn't even believe that you were actually here. Then he looked around, as if there might be someone else in the dark.

"Indeed. And you've brought the item I asked you, correct?" You pushed your glasses up your nose.

Jake shifted from one foot to the other.

"Yeah, I had a cousin who could get ahold of it." He put a hand in his pocket and rattled it around. "Though, I'm halfway to changing my mind about the entire thing."

"Is there something to your dissatisfaction? Was the agreed upon price not to your liking?" You folded your arms in front of you.

"It's not that." He laughed and ran a hand through his dirty blond hair. "It's more...I'm just waiting for the cops to jump out from behind that column. Give miss perfect a key to the city for helping bust me."

"I gave you assurances and evidence that my inquiry was genuine, did I not?"

"You did. You did." He swaggered closer and jabbed a finger towards your face. Outwardly you maintained your familiar stoic disposition. Inwardly, you sighed at this sudden aggression. "But, I'm not selling you shit if you don't tell me the real truth here."

"How the fuck does miss perfect, Rune Saetang, get on something like Gud Gurl? What's the story here?"

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