You were out here, back of your school's field, in a forest where it had this wooden table, about to make a drug deal with no other than the school's 'freak' - Eddie Munson.

He had always had a reputation, rumors say that he was held back twice so he's now a 20 year old man selling drugs with his uncle as he is still in senior high. Which was a huge contrast to you, considering your good grades and status around the school building.

"So uh, pick your thing." He says, his lunch box full of drugs. He watches you, his chin resting on his palm as his arm was on the table, watching your every move.