Jordon stood with his back against the brick wall of the school building, a cigarette in his left hand the was slowly lifted to his lips. He watched all the teens file out, one by one; some chatted with their friends, others put in their headphones and blocked out the world around them. He disliked this place, he only hung around here because these kids had some of the best money. He assumed his hatred for this place really sprung up because of his life at the orphanage, they never sent him to school and he never got a family, although he was away from that place now, living on his own.

On this particular day, Jordon was looking for the perfect kid to make a deal with. Many kids here knew him as 'that tall guy with black hair that has the goods.' it was a name he actually rather liked. However, he'd had many people who had come to him with no money. Of course, he still sold to them, but for a much different cost. It had really been this way since his best friend/semi-shag friend had cheated on him, although he supposed people were right that he never really should've trusted Jerry in the first place.

He sighed and brought the cigarette to his lips once again, taking a drag before looking around at the crowd. Scanning for a possible person to sell something to. Suddenly, a boy caught his eye.

The boy looked about fourteen, a year younger than he was. He had the brightest ginger hair Jordon had ever seen, along with rather prominent freckles, and two lovely blue eyes that were held behind a pair of large black hipster glasses. He was thin, looking almost feminine under that small unmuscular frame. Jordon eyed him carefully, wondering who this boy was.

The boy looked around, then seemed to find a spot to sit, pulling out a book. Jordon still eyed him from a safe distance, wondering who he was.

"I've seen those eyes before mate, are you looking for a quick shag and toss wi' lil' Ben over there?" Asked a familiar voice. Jordon spun around, slightly shocked at the sudden appearance of Jerry.

"Ben? That's his name?" Asked Jordon, looking at Jerry. Jerry blinked a few times and chuckled.

"You totally want to pick him up," He chuckled again slightly. "That's Benedict Chambers, you know, son of the Police Chief." replied Jerry. Jordon smirked slightly.

"Well is he gay?" Asked Jordon with a grin. Jerry chuckled.

"I'm not sure man, he had a girlfriend a while back." Well that was irrelevant, Jordon had had a few girlfriend's as well, but he still found he liked guys more. Jerry smirked.

"So, you're going after the Chambers boy? Well, good luck, it's your funeral." Said Jerry with a grin, leaving Jordon alone to his thoughts as he planned out his next move.

Jordon decided that going after the Chambers boy actually sounded like a brilliant idea, but how would he make himself appealing? There was a lot of work that needed to be done...