19.

  Johnny was laid out on his couch, the beautiful Gretchen in sprawled out in his lap, his arm around her as they chilled out and watched Netflix together. Johnny’s hand gently ran up and down Gretchen’s side as he held her close to him.

  The had been dating for three weeks, hanging out, talking, laughing together about whatever kind of craziness happened in Mr. Bergman’s class. At first, they kept their relationship a secret from the other Business Studies students. Tracy knew, of course, and even caught them kissing at the back of the cafeteria. She just laughed and gave them a thumbs up before leaving them alone.

  Gretchen let out a laugh as Michael from the Office caused general buffoonery and Johnny joined her. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen this it’s so funny,” Gretchen said.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Johnny said as he moved to kiss Gretchen’s neck. The two had been iBook official for two weeks. Johnny had a great round of high fives from his buddies in the cartel, and Gretchen didn’t have enough iBook friends in school for the story to catch fire in the ever-complex social circles of an American high school. She just thanked god she didn’t have to have that awkward chat with her parents about her new boyfriend, yet.

  “How many people do you know?” Gretchen asked.

  “What?” Johnny asked, confused.

  “How many people do you know, I see you talking to tons of people from all different circles. It’s like everyone knows you, and everyone likes you for some reason,” Gretchen said.

  “Is that so weird, I’m likable,” Johnny smiled at Gretchen, “You like me, right?” Johnny said.

  “I do like you,” Gretchen said moving up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, “But, you know everyone,” Gretchen said, “How does anyone know everyone?”

  “I don’t know everyone, I know a lot of people, but I don’t know everyone, I don’t know Bill Gates, I don’t know Zachary Maksimov, I don’t know everyone, I might someday though,” Johnny said, looking away.

  “You very well might,” Gretchen said as she turned in Johnny’s lap, facing him as she leaned in to kiss his neck, “I don’t know if you’re crazy or if you’re going to be a millionaire someday,” Gretchen said.

  “Why can’t I be both?” Johnny said as he pulled Gretchen closer and gave her a long soft kiss on her lips.

  “You might be,” Gretchen said, “I would just hate for you to end up like Mr. Bergman, all the money in the world but no way to spend it, when you have that much it can make you bitter and cold, but I don’t think you’re like him, not in that way at least,” she said.

  “Money only makes you that way if you have nothing to spend it on,” Johnny said.

  “Do you have money now?” Gretchen asked.

  “What do you mean?” Johnny asked.

  “I mean, your car, the nice restaurants you take me too, you don’t have a job, how do you afford it? Are your parents rich? Like, California rich?” Gretchen asked.

  “My car was only four grand, it was a birthday gift, and luckily on that particular birthday, my dad signed an actress for a movie franchise that makes a shit load of money. Other than that, I do odd jobs, I find needs, and I fulfill them” Johnny said, “I’m smart with my money, I have a little saved up,” Johnny looked away from her, “More than a little saved up.”

  “I’ve seen the Sopranos,” Gretchen said as she nuzzled Johnny’s neck, “I know a good woman doesn’t ask her man where the money comes from,” she said letting out a soft laugh.

  The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door.

  “Damn it,” Johnny said as he pressed his forehead to Gretchen’s, “I’ll be right back,” he said as he pushed her off his lap and got up, “It’s probably no one,” Johnny said as he got off the couch and headed to the door. He opened it and saw Eric from third period English.

  “What’s up Johnny?” Eric said.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Johnny said.

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  “I need some shit,” he said.

  Johnny pushed him away and quickly hushed him, “Keep your fucking voice down, god damn it what makes you think you can fucking come to my house and buy it,” he said.

  “Come on. It’s a three-day weekend. I want to get as much in as I can, I’m desperate,” he said.

  Johnny’s business acumen was reluctantly kicking in, “God damn it, do you have eighty dollars?” Johnny said.

  “I have sixty, I thought that was enough for two pens,” Eric said.

  “It’s enough for two pens when we’re in school, and nothing fucking important is happening, you come to my home unannounced it’s fucking eighty,” Johnny said.

  “Damn, fuck it, I have eighty,” Eric said, “Can you hook me up?”

  “Wait here, don’t say a god damn thing,” Johnny said as he pressed his fingers into Eric’s chest. As Johnny headed to his room, Eric looked in his house and saw a curious Gretchen on the couch watching them.

  “Oh shit, good girl Gretchen,” he said, smiling, “Hooking up with Johnny Vincent, that is hilarious,” he said.

  “Hi,” Gretchen said.

  Eric just laughed.

  Johnny came back to the door holding his calculus textbook, “Here’s that book you needed Eric, thank you for giving me that deposit I gave you back, I told you I would give it back to you,” Johnny said as he made the exchange of book and cash with Eric.

  “Thanks man,” Eric said, knowing that the calculus textbooks held much more than the knowledge of derivatives inside it.

  “Get the fuck out of here and never do this again,” Johnny leaned in and hissed at Eric, “I sell in school, not in my fucking home,” Johnny said.

  After Johnny was done shooing away Eric, he came back to the couch. He pulled Gretchen back to him, cuddling up with her.

  “Who was that?” Gretchen asked.

  “Oh, just Eric, I have Pre-Cal with him, and I had to borrow his textbook, I was just returning it to him, I don’t know if you know Eric, but he takes Pre-Cal very seriously, he just had to have his textbook back,” Johnny said, laughing nervously.

  “Oh, that’s what it was?” Gretchen asked, turning to look at Johnny and putting her hand on his chest.

  “Yeah, that’s what it was,” Johnny said.

  “Johnny,” Gretchen looked up, looked deep into Johnny’s eyes, “Are you a drug dealer?”

  “What?” Johnny asked, jumping up and looking at her.

  “Just tell me, are you a drug dealer?” she asked again.

  “Umm,” Johnny had thought about this eventual interaction, what he would say to Gretchen when this eventuality happened, “What constitutes being a drug dealer?” Johnny said.

  “Selling drugs to people, that’s what constitutes being a drug dealer,” Gretchen said.

  “Well, I mean, I hook friends up on occasion, I just help my buddies out sometimes, that’s all,” Johnny said, getting nervous.

  “Do you make a profit?” Gretchen asked.

  “What?” Johnny asked.

  “A profit, do you have more money after a deal than before? Do you know what profit is, Mr. Star business student?”

  “Yes,” he nodded, closing his eyes, “Yes, I sell drugs, nothing fucked up, I just sell weed, that’s it,” Johnny said, pleading with good girl Gretchen.

  Gretchen looked at him, long and hard, she looked deep into his eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

  “What? You’re not mad?” Johnny asked.

  “I am mad, I’m furious,” she said as she ran her hand up Johnny’s chest, “My whole life,” she said as she leaned in closer to Johnny, “My whole life I’ve been such a, such a good girl,” she said, “I’m so sick of that, I want to cut loose, I want to have fun, I want to,” she looked at Johnny, lust in her eyes, “I want to be bad, I want to live dangerously, it turns me on so much, dating a drug dealer, god, fucking take me right now,” Gretchen said as she started to kiss up and down Johnny’s neck.

  “What the fuck,” Johnny said, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  “I want to be bad,” Gretchen said.

  Johnny grabbed Gretchen, “You know, I ran a drug convoy, I’ve bought thousands of dollars worth of weed,” he said, holding her hips as she climbed on top of him.

  “Oh my god yes,” Gretchen said as she kissed him hard and deep, harder than any girl had ever kissed him.

  Gretchen started to unbutton her shirt with haste as Johnny continued.

  “Drove it in my car, across state lines, felony level,” his breath was heavy in her ear.

  “Oh my god that’s so wild,” Gretchen said as she pulled her shirt off and started to suck a Hickie on Johnny’s neck.

  Johnny reached down and grabbed her ass, squeezing it as he told her more, “Every dealer in the school works for me, I’m a kingpin,” he said.

  “Oh my god yes, my bad boy, yes, yes,” she said as she started to dry hump him, “I want you to fuck me like I’m Mob wife!”

  “Holy shit, you’re a bad girl,” Johnny said, smacking Good girl Gretchen’s ass.

  “Fuck, yes! Yes, I’m a bad girl, I fucking date a drug dealer,” she kissed Johnny hard, biting his lip, “I’m so fucked up,” she said.

  “You want this?” Johnny asked.

  “God yes I do,” Gretchen was furious in her attack on Johnny’s libido.

  “This is fucking awesome,” Johnny said, kissing her back.

  “God, imagine how pissed off my dad would be if he knew my boyfriend was a drug dealer,” She kissed him harder.

  Johnny squeezed her ass as he made out with her, between kisses he confessed more to her, “You want to know something wild, I control the entire weed trade in the school,” he kissed up her neck, “They all work for me, I supply them, I even control the price,” he said.

  “Oh my god! Are you serious?” she asked, looking into his eyes.

  “Yeah, I’m in charge, I run the whole trade, every dealer in the school, they all work for me,” Johnny said as he pulled Gretchen’s shirt off.

  “Oh my god, my bad boy!” Gretchen said as she helped Johnny get his shirt off.

  “Holy shit, you like a bad boy, don’t you,” Johnny said, smacking Gretchen’s ass.

  She shuddered and started to go wild after that, “Yes, yes,” she started kissing him furiously, “You fucking bad boy, make me bad, please make me bad,” she said, looking at him with fire in her eyes and diving onto him kissing him, shoving her tongue into his mouth and pushing him to the couch.