It’s not even a block away from the front of the school, not even ten feet away from the dealer Merle just bought from, but he doesn’t care. It’s been hours since he’s touched you for worry of someone seeing it. It doesn’t even take him a second to push you against the brick alley wall and kiss you. And just as fast, he’s stepping back to take a dose of what he bought.

“Still coming over tonight?” He asks, tucking away his baggie. “Dad busted my window, so you can just hop on through.”