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Post by Jessica Foster on Nov 8, 2008 17:26:07 GMT -6
Jessica Foster's hands shook, hidden inside of her long sleeve, light blue, Hollister shirt. Impatiently she paced back and forth, her curly blonde locks flowing behind her. It was another warm day in California, even though it was the fall. Jessica had no problem wearing long sleeve shirts in the heat though. On this particular day though, she had to hide her hands. If anyone saw her shaking so violently they might ask questions. It was all unneeded attention that Jessica just couldn't handle at the moment.
Where is he? She thought as she finally sat down on a bench, crossing her legs. Damien was suppose to meet her at Roosevelt Park 15 minutes ago. Usually Jessica was a patient person, but not today. She needed what he was bring her and she didn't know how much longer she would last without it. If it hadn't been for Chloe, Jessica wouldn't be in this mess. It was all that blonde haired vixen's fault. If she hadn't gone to any parties she wouldn't have gotten hooked. She need the cocaine now. It was something that was part of her every day routine. If her body didn't get it, she went into a state of disarray. She couldn't focus during school, she couldn't even think about anything other than the drug.
Jessica knew she was on a down hill slide. In her mind ran her mothers voice, warning her about drugs and other things, but it was too late. The youth was already addicted, and she need it, big time.
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Post by Damien Larson on Nov 19, 2008 20:27:37 GMT -6
Damien stuffed the small package into his pocket, his phone and ipod going in right after it. The bad boy was off to meet Jessica, the beautiful, but totally addicted junior of the school. Damien hadn't even heard anyone utter the name Jessica Foster until she showed up at some random party with Chloe Rose Summer. Now, she was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to know the blond beauty that Chloe had liked enough to call 'friend'. It was almost like a circus was in town and for some odd reason Chloe went. Now everyone wanted to meet Jessica, wanted her at their parties, hanging with them. Damien was lucky enough to be accepted into her social graces without much work, all he had to do was get money from her.
He meandered around the park, not really wanting to meet Jessica right away. She was getting too addicted to the drugs that were tucked into his pocket and he was sort of worried about her. Damien couldn't just take the drugs away from her, her body needed them. Already she had grown completely dependent on the cocaine, it was a shame really, a waste of a pretty face. Damien knew exactly how her story would end up. A poor girl with a drug addiction stuck doing odd jobs or prostitution.
He saw her in the distance, shaking. The boy resisted rolling his eyes, she was overly addicted to this stupid drug.
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Post by Jessica Foster on Nov 23, 2008 16:32:24 GMT -6
Jessica's blue eyes flitted back and forth, looking for Damien. His lateness was making her nervous. Usually he was right on time, she was late. But soon her eyes locked on the boy in the distance, meandering along as if everything was normal and he wasn't there to hand her over some drugs. She was envious of the way he looked so cool and calm even with the cocaine in his pocket that could get in him some really deep shit.
Her feet carried her in a near jog to him. She was anxious to get out of the park and back into her room where she could call Chloe and be out of the open. There was no doubt in her mind that what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't resist wanting more, her body wanted it, her brain wanted it, every little part of her body was screaming for more of the miracle drug that was turning her life around.
"Do you have it?" she said in a whisper as she hugged Damien stifly, making it look a little less obvious.
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Post by Damien Larson on Nov 30, 2008 20:32:30 GMT -6
Jessica was nearly running toward him. To about any other person in the park it would appear that the two were lovers and she was just very excited to meet him, but most people knew better. Damien had yet to work up a rep in this area but quite a few already knew about his dealing. Though the boy himself had never taken any such drug in his life. The only reason he sold the drugs he did was because he was the inside source, the one that got the drugs to the people, not so much the seller. That fact made each delivery feel dangerous, and Damien loved danger more than anything else in the world.
"Do you have it?"Damien hugged her back, bending low. Into her ear he whispered, "Did you pay him?" They could stand there forever pretending to hug and be lovers if they need to. Not many people around them would even pay attention. In fact, it was sort of disappointing to be doing a drug deal in the middle of the park and yet no one was noticing anything suspicious. People these days missed so many signs that they should see. They were too busy with the life that they were living to notice what was going on around them when they weren't looking.
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Post by Jessica Foster on Jan 12, 2009 20:25:28 GMT -6
"Did you pay him?" Jessica pulled away, clearly angry at Damien for this statement. All she wanted was the fucking drugs and he was keeping them from her. Of course she had payed for them, but the fact that he asked made her step back and cross her arms, a frown played upon her lips. He was late and he had the nerve to make her wait longer for what she had come for. This boy obviously did not know who he was dealing with. Jessica was a changed girl, for the better, or so she thought. No longer was she the meek girl that sat in the corner of a room seemingly afraid to talk to anyone. Chloe had helped her grow a back bone. If it wasn't for Chloe, Jessica would be a nobody, just someone living in the shadows.
"Of course I did." she hissed through her teeth. Jessica tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for him to tell her how he was going to hang them over. The minutes felt like years, much too long to bear. A deep breath filled her lunges as she tried to calm herself. This whole thing felt so out of character for Jessica. Never before had she been so impatient and mean but her body couldn't help but despise this boy that was holding something she needed to much hostage from her. All he had to do was hand it over, how hard was that?
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