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"i swear to god, this equation was written incorrectly," gen mumbled to herself, glaring at the math problem in front of her. she'd been working on it for the past few days, unable to solve it. sometimes she enjoyed taking a couple really difficult problems and taking her time working towards the answer. a lot of the time she got them from the internet, but she quickly realized that those problems were not always written out correctly. on occasion, she was able to figure out what the problem was supposed to look like and fixed it, but other times it was the like person who wrote it out just threw together some numbers and fractions. one time she was working on figuring out a function, but half-way through realized that it was written more logarithmic. how frustrating. this one, however, she received from the twelfth-grade math teacher. she received a lot more from him since the internet started to fail her. but this one was frustrating her, too, since she hasn't been able to figure it out sober or drunk. she hadn't tried high, yet, but was hoping that her arrival-to-be would be interested in smoking with her.
rhett has been buying weed from gen for a few months, now, and sometimes the two would smoke together, and other times they'd just trade the money and drugs then head out. gen didn't plan on being a dealer when she first came to ellison, but once people noticed that she had some, they started asking her if she sold. and budding entrepreneur gen wouldn't dare turn down such an active market. that would just be silly. so she started dealing a month or two into her first year at ellison, and it stuck. nearly every weekend someone texted her for some, and she'd happily oblige. rhett was probably one of her most consistent customers, and probably the only one she enjoyed smoking with. some of her other clients tend to be more party-like with their pot, but if gen wanted to party, she'd drink. weed is not for partying, it's for chilling the fuck out. that's why she enjoyed rhett's company. he seemed to enjoying chilling, too. and luckily for gen, he texted her a few minutes before she planned on working on that god forsaken equation.
she anticipated rhett's arrival to be in just a few minutes, so she put down her pencil and left her desk to grab the baggie of weed in her dresser. she kept it underneath all her panties, and no one had found it yet. hopefully if anyone did find it, she would end up on that stupid show instead of prison. gotta pick the lesser of the two evils, right?
rhett cross had one hell of a school year. the summer before his senior year, he had though it would be as dull and mundane as it could ever get. his previous years at ellison weren't very fun or exciting and he found himself missing the los angeles sun more than ever. his only saving grace seemed to be his ex-step brother robbie and his never-ending supply of drugs. but this year, rhett began a relationship with his english teacher, miss scott, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. the real craziness came about when mtv canterbury tales caught the two lovebirds making out after school and a full-blown investigation came into effect. this resulted in rhett and ingrid being separated, and ingrid scott being fired from her job at ellison. after carrying through a month-long suspension, rhett was sick and tired of staying at this dumb fucking school. he was so ready to graduate and he didn't even give a fuck about his grades anymore. all of these things seemed so pointless when the love of his life was taken from him.he was all out of weed and he needed to smoke up pronto. the blonde couldn't find any of his usual hook-ups and robbie wasn't answering his phone, so he was left to ask genevieve martin. she was a sweet girl - a little quiet and mysterious, but friendly nonetheless. the fact that she was a freshman barely even crossed his mind that much. as long as you supplied good weed and a good time, rhett liked you. walking every which way down the dwindling hallways of the girls dormitories, he made his journey to gen's room. he knew the route by heart; he usually came to her at least once every two weeks or so. not even bothering to knock on her door, rhett opened it up and peered past it. “knock knock,” he began, smiling a little. “you decent?” after confirming she was, in fact, wearing clothes, he let himself completely in and shut the door behind him. “what'cha got for me?” gen and rhett were sort of complete opposites. she kept to herself and liked to be left alone in her thoughts, whereas rhett enjoyed having company and being surrounded by good people, good music, and good vibes. TAG; ABIGAIL / NOTES: --- / CREDIT; MALENA
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somewhat surprised by the sudden (but welcome) intrusion, gen jumped and let out a little gasp when rhett opened her door. of course she was clothed, but what would have happened if she weren't? how would she have handled that particular situation? well, it didn't really matter at all. a moot point. plus, although she didn't know rhett all that well, she was pretty sure he wasn't a total skeeze.
"hey, rhett," gen smiled at her customer. it was nice to have company for a little while, since usually the only people who were in her room were bri and rory. even when she hooked up with guys (and the occasional girl), it was usually in their room instead of hers. and even though rhett was very different from her and had a somewhat differing lifestyle, she trusted him somewhat and didn't mind having him around. in fact, she sort of considered him a friend-- not that she would say that out-loud, since dealers shouldn't necessarily be friends with the people they're dealing to. it can get messy. but sometimes she would see him at a party and wave or smile politely, since he's one of the few people whose existence she doesn't mind acknowledging. not that she's stuck-up, exactly, she just doesn't get why people have to go out of their way to be pleasant to those they don't know or don't like. it seems pretty silly. rhett is a fun, outgoing guy who seems to be able to be charming and kind to most and also doesn't come off as a total idiot. all characteristics gen doesn't mind.
gen remained by her dresser and extended her hand to let a little baggie of weed dangle from her thin fingers, "an eighth, like usual?" she asked, playfulness dancing across her fair features, "it'll be twenty." fortunately, gen has happily gotten used to how much more she can charge in connecticut than she could in sonoma. northern california is full of pot, so an eighth would go for ten most of the time. if that. she made a little more profit here. though, if she were completely honest, she gave rhett a discount. for most other students, she priced eighths at thirty, but rhett proved himself to be pretty kind to gen over and over again. he deserved a bit of a break.
as he waited for gen to show him the goods, rhett took the opportunity to snag a seat on her desk chair. usually when the two got baked, he'd sit on her bed or lie down on the floor and stare up at the ceiling. when he was high, he was a free thinker. he didn't have much of a filter and he'd let out all of his innermost thoughts and desires. rhett was one of those types who thought of himself as some wise, philosophical buddha when he was under the influence of marijuana. not all of it was intelligent and it very rarely made sense, but it sort of made sense to him. but only sort of. a grin spread across his face from ear-to-ear and the sight of the bag of weed, and he rubbed his hands together maniacally. “excellent.” rhett murmured. he stood up and reached into his back pocket to grab for his wallet. to be quite honest, he didn't know how he had so much money to afford weed all the time. back when his step-dad was jeremiah mcleod, it was easy to get money. jer always supplied a good amount of money as an allowance to the kids, but now that he was no longer apart of that family, rhett was stuck doing odd jobs around town to earn his keep. pulling out a crisp twenty dollar bill, rhett slapped it down onto gen's desk and reached for the baggie. he knew gen gave him a discount. rhett kept an ear open for good deals, and he knew gen's asking price and that it was a lot higher than what she requested from rhett. maybe it was because he was a frequent customer or maybe it was because she liked him? rhett didn't know, nor did he care. as long as he was getting good marijuana for a good price, he was good. “you're a queen.” he remarked, taking it in his hands. closing his eyes, he got a big whiff of it and smiled. the sweet, sweet smell of weed. nothing was better. nothing. “thanks.” he said, sitting back down onto her desk chair. “what'cha been up to?” the blonde boy glanced down to her textbooks on the desk and looked them over. “ew, math?” he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew that, and he also knew he wasn't going to college. after all he'd been through this school year, it was doubtful that any good colleges would want to have him. fortunately for genevieve, she was only a freshman, so she had a lot of years ahead of her. TAG; ABIGAIL / NOTES: --- / CREDIT; MALENA