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    “But i would never break up with you, Spence”

                It’s been a long Friday morning for Ashley Davies as she struts her way to class already in a bad mood. With mother superior breathing down her neck, her father being dead, and her best friend, Spencer Carlin, still only wanting to be friends, Ashley feels as though she will break if she doesn’t release some of her tension.

                She passed right by her classroom without any care of what might happen if she got caught. She continued down the long hall until she reached the end. The doors were leading to the best place on campus to buy and deal. All of the cameras were pointed perfectly so that this corner was a blind spot. However, it was a regular occurrence that at least once a week there was a bust. Some kid would be stupid enough to be carrying his entire stock in his pocket and he would get busted with hundreds of dollars rolled up into his pockets and at least half a pound weighing down his jeans.

                The bust of the week had passed, so Ashley was pretty safe to do whatever she wanted out there. She opened the door slowly and walked out into the fresh air, realizing she was surrounded by about ten people. Only about 4 of them dealt and the other six probably were just buying, but it was still a considerably large turn out.

                She glared around watching the people swarm around all of the guys who wore their clothes too big and their hats the wrong way. She hated buying from guys because they never wanted money; they only wanted her in their bed. So she stood there scoping out each separate dealer recognizing one or two. Finally she had landed her gaze upon one specific one that she knew was a good choice.

                She stood back and watched this girl’s behavior for a second. This girl was tall, but only about three or four inches taller than Ashley. She wore her hair in two loose pigtails. They peeked out from behind her black beanie hat. Her make-up was flawless and her clothes were not too bad. A pair of baggy cargo’s with a cloth army belt. Her shirt rose above her toned abs showing off that she was fit. She was leaned against a wall as she switched stiff dollar bills between her hands smoothly counting each and every dollar.

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