He was everything — the popular trust fund prince , pledgemaster of his frat— and you? Overstressed college student dealing to make some sort of extra income was generous. The only reason either of you had to talk to each other was when he needed an addy or weed, and partially because he thought someone like you dealing was the cutest shit he’d ever seen.

He hit you up an hour ago telling you he’d pick the goods up at your place this time since he was feeling ‘too lazy to drive so far’, all you were doing was binge eating from bio study stress anyway so you were just glad you didn’t have a reason to get up.