Author's note: Thank you to those who are following my stories, I'm letting you all know that I've gone back to writing for Marco Vs the forces of evil. I had actually written the full story, but the computer it was stored on was destroyed and I lost motivation to rewrite everything. Thank you to those who have been patient.


Sophomore year.

His head hit the cool surface of the locker as he leaned back and huffed out in annoyance. Star was fifteen minutes late to meet up with Marco for their date. He felt awkward as the only two people in the hallway were him and the security guard; Word around school had him labeled as the school's drug dealer, He has to pay the mortgage somehow. Feeling a vibration from his pocket, Marco brought out his phone to read Star's text, "Coach wants us for practice sorry babe :( see you at home c:"

"Shiiit, well at least I can smoke a lil' blunt on the way now." Still, he felt pretty salty that he couldn't take her out on a date, their last few dates got canceled due to Star's commitment to the track team.

Soon as he walked out of the school, the icy winds had smacked him full force. Face scrunching up at the stinging sensation, he decided he liked this better than being burnt alive by the sun in the summer. Marco took out his prerolled blunt, putting it to his lips and lighting it, took a couple puffs. Up ahead was the chicken shack; A popular hangout for teens after school. He could see a group of guys just outside the entrance, one waved over to him.

"Yo Marc!", A black student with dreads and no jacket approached him," Got any dope on you?" He was eyeing the lit blunt in Marco's hand.

"Yeah wassup, what you need?", Being a hustler Marco always provided, Star hated that about him.

"Let me grab a dime bag", As he handed the money over Marco looked around for a moment before taking it and handing him the product," Thanks bro, good looks."

Marco didn't reply as he walked away; He didn't even know the guy's name.


As Marco entered through the front door he took notice of the beer cans on the floor; His father was here.

"How was the job hunt pops? Anything good?" He walked over to the couch, grabbing a beer off the table, and sat down besides his dad.

"Not a damn thing," Rafael chugged the rest of his beer before going on," It's been three fucking months and nothing, our savings are pretty much gone!"

Marco, not intimidated, kept his cool at his father's outbreak.

"Short on the mortgage again? I can throw you some bread, how much you need?"

"..Two fifty, I'd pay it but your mother doesn't get her check until Friday", Rafael couldn't look Marco in the eye as he explained.

"I'll be back." Marco stood up as he downed the rest of his beer and belched loudly.

He made his way upstairs to his room, locking the door, then digging through his closet for a plain looking box. He placed the box onto his desk to browse the contents:

First, a orange pill bottle filled with green pills. Marco recalled Ferguson asking him for a couple of them during lunch, he grabbed three and placed the container back. Next to the pill bottle was a jar entirely filled with golden cap mushrooms, "Illegal as fuck.", Marco once expressed. The last few things left were tube socks filled with rolls of money. He took a roll and counted three hundred to give to his dad, a little extra to help out. He placed the box back into the closet and went downstairs to his father.

"Pay me back the two fifty whenever you got it." Marco cracked open another beer for himself as his father went back to watch the TV, buzzed and high.