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Shylan skipped the rest of her afternoon classes. One of them was advanced chemistry and the other was a study class. She really didn't need the study class and the chemistry class was after lunch and she always skipped lunch to go out to the football field. Shylan sat under the bleachers rolling her new stash of weed into papers. Next to Shylan sat Callie.
Callie and Shylan have only been hanging out for three months because of their pot business. And even then, they weren't really friends.
"I told you that I sell to the under classmen that take the advanced classes! I take practically all of them." Callie whined. She put the newly rolled joint in her bag and stood up. Shylan looked up at Callie. Callie was a tall blonde with the smallest breasts Shylan had ever seen and they were almost sixteen. Shylan was pretty sure Callie already was sixteen though. Shylan rolled her eyes, "Whatever Callie. But whatever you make you give 20% of your profit to me."
"That isn't fair!" She screamed throwing down her bag. Shylan stood up with a dark smile over her face.
"You don't know who I buy from and if you want to continue selling you'll give me 20%. Or I can find someone much stupider than you to do it." Shylan threw her bag strap over her shoulder and got ready to leave.
"Fine! But don't think I won't find out who you buy it from. There are only so many people."
"You might, but I've told my dealer not to sell directly to you. So good luck." She walked away leaving Callie alone under the bleachers.
