It's been a week since Wally and I first saw Superboy in the alley. Every night since then we've been going there. But not to make out, sadly. To investigate Superboy. Eventually, (meaning yesterday night) we found out what it was in that bag. Pot.
Turns out, he's been selling it to Bartenders for money. Eighty bucks a bag. How did we find this out? Don't even ask me. Wally came up with a stupid theory that Superboy was selling Pot to buy KF a giant burrito. Not going to happen.
Right now it's midnight and we're back in the alley. I've been here so much that it's starting to seem like a second home. And once again, Superboy's off selling his bag to drug addicts for who-knows-what. This time though, me and Wally created a plan to, maybe, stop him.
After Superboy sold the Pot and started walking over in our direction, that's when our plan springs into action. Well, it's not really much of a plan, all we do is jump out and confront him. But let's see how this goes.
Right as he was walking past me, I jumped in front of him.
"What the!" He yelled. Furious and questionable at the same time.
"We know all about your little secret Conner," I say back to him, not sounding angry at all.
"We?" He asks, looking around to see who else is with us.
"Yes we," Wally says dramatically as he comes out of the dumpster. In fact, his dramatic-ness, is completely drowned out by his stupid-ness. He's pretending like we're all in some dramatic T.V. show.
"What? You guys have been spying on me!" Superboy yells, his hands strangling the money in his hands. "For how long! You tell me now!"
He's furious. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "A week," I say, trying to sound calm.
Superboy starts heading closer to me, his face full of anger. He dropped the money on the muddy ground, lifting his hands up toward my neck. This only took a couple of seconds, before Wally stepped in-between us.
"But that's not the point!" KF states, stopping Superboy from hurting me. "What are you even doing selling Pot in the first place!" His voice is starting to get a little louder.
Before Superboy could say anything, I walk behind Wally's back. "You tell us now!" I scream, imitating him from earlier.
All Superboy did was walk away, his hands still in fists. When he turned the corner, out of site, I just remembered the money on the ground. But as I started turning around to pick it up, Wally already had it in his hands, counting them.
"One-Hundred," he states, answering my thoughts. He handed the money to me.
"One-Hundred!" I ask as I hold the bills, a little bit surprised. I count them again. "What happened to Eighty?"
"I guess Superboy needed more cash." He took the money from me and put it in his pocket. "Well I know where we're going to dinner tomorrow."
"Pssht," I laugh as he kisses me on my forehead. We start walking back to our houses when I start really thinking.
I still don't get it! What does Superboy need? Why did he raise the price of the Pot? And why won't the god damn boy tell us what he needs!