The next day, Pete had off work, so after Jeff’s football practice, they decided to hang out in Jeff’s room.
“Hey bro,” said Pete while lying on Jeff’s bed. “A guy needs tah see me for a coupl’uh minutes, so I told ‘im to drop by this place. That cool?”
“Sure, brah," said Jeff.
The guy’s name was Stephen. He was a math grad student at MIT. Before Pete’s transformation, Stephen used to tutor Pete in AP calculus. But now, Pete’s just his Adderall dealer. Stephen was dropping by for more tablets.
When Pete handed Stephen the bag, Stephen looked nervous.
“Listen, Pete. This is nothing against you. But when I had my professor over at my pad for a chat, he saw my Adderall and reported me. I made this deal so that I won’t get kicked out of school.”
“What deal?” asked Pete.
“Police! Open the door right now!” said a voice at the front door.
“Fuck,” thought Jeff. “Fuck this little cunt and his grad school.”
His eyes darted over to his Chronovac. He had to think of something, and fast.