Three Boys

Boy A wasn’t even there when the deal went south. His friend Jayesh (more of an acquaintance, really) turned up at school with a foil ball of yellowing and stalky cannabis one morning. He exchanged part of it for sixty dollars behind the windowless back of H Block with another kid, clandestine clouds of breath in the June air. The other kid wasn’t as smart. “I can get you all weed now, anytime,” he explained in a stage whisper at second period. “Jayesh is my supplier”.