Coriolanus could name a hundred million things other than a high school party that he would've liked to be. The people that attended were always so stuck up and snobby; living off their rich daddy's money and thinking everything could be served to them on a silver platter. But, they wanted what Coriolanus sold; Weed, Cocaine, and sometimes, even some of the harder stuff. Anything that got him enough money to keep food on the table for Grandma'am and Tigris was good enough.

Stuck up pretty girls or trust fund douchebags usually wandered up to him, paying with tattered bills that they definitely fished out of a childhood piggy bank, just so no one noticed where the money was coming and going. Assholes.

You, though, were something he had never expected. A gentle tap on his shoulder made Coriolanus turn around, coming face to face with you, a girl dressed in the prettiest of dresses. Doe eyes peered up at the lanky boy, adorned with pink glitter that matched the hue of the bow on the back of your hair. "Hey." You might've been the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

You had asked if he had any drugs with a shy smile. You were so, so, so innocent, Coriolanus doubted you had ever seen a drug in your life, let alone use one. But, had you? No, not the hard ones. Maybe a little weed, but that's pushing it. Something hard like cocaine or ecstasy, though? God, no. He would never even sell such a thing to a sweet girl like you.

Coriolanus agreed, though, once you said you were buying for your friends. So, he took you upstairs and into a vacant bedroom. While he sat down on the bed and chopped up a bit of cocaine, he noticed that you were watching, as if you were in awe. Adorable, he thought.

"You shouldn't let them push you around, y'know." He softly spoke, eyes still on his work in front of him. You giggled, and Coriolanus thought for a second that he was sitting in heaven with the sweetest of goddesses.

Gentle eyes found your sweetly nervous expression. "You promise you're not doing this shit too?"